Keeping It Real

Every time you want to

grow God in the world,

reveal your real FACE.

Every time you let the mask slip,

your face

squints

from the Sun

reflecting back to you

your undiluted FACE.

When I was a kid in the 50’s and 60’s, the Sun looked and felt way more yellowish in texture. Our amnesia was just beginning to merge with our awakening. This Sun now looks and feels way more white, love undiluted in texture as I rub my fingers across its FACE.

It hurts now as this Sun reflects my FACE, magnifying it, burning off my anger, my rage, my shame. I always thought I was a black cinder lying on a white carpet becoming blacker and blacker from the harsh contrast.

No, I’m not a black cinder.

I’m not a white carpet.

I’m the loosely woven,

lit from within tsunami of orbs

stitched together and bubbling up

to dance on the Surface of Source.

The Universal Lord’s Prayer

Our Father/Mother

Who art in Heaven

Hallowed be thy Name

Thy Kingdom come

Thy Will be done

On Earth as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread

And forgive us our trespasses

As we forgive those

 Who trespass against us  

And lead us not into Ego

But deliver us from Amnesia

For thine is the Queendom

The Power and the Glory

Forever and ever

Amen

The Solar Flare of 11/11/25

We could freak out now.

We could fry ourselves as ancient DNA resurface

or we can choose to sink and root into the cool core

of Earth Mother while the molten landscape on the surface

reshapes and cools into new forms.

Our Sun is a reflection of each of us turning inside out,

re-claiming our Power and pulsing it outwards creating Life.

The Solar Flare of 11/11/25 is emerging from our Soular Plexus.

Timelines are converging into the NOW MOMENT.

Fear becomes obsolete because there is no future to fear.

We stand at the entryway to Source’s Grand Surprise Party

where nothing can be assumed, foreseen or predicted.

Be prepared only to be delightfully surprised.

The 11:11 Return to Love

All of Creation

and all of its stories

are born from Love

Especially the Ugly Duckling ones

It’s easy to forget that

the beast creates beauty

by high-lighting it

in its attempt to destroy it

So even if Creation chooses

to behave unlovingly…

a script approved of

and allowed to

unfold

even those creations

and their stories

return to Love

bar none.

The Eleventh Finger

emerges

from hearts cloaked in amnesia

pointing the way towards

Life

The Door to Unity,

the eternal embrace

of the Heart

is always open and

beckoning

We Upload Light into the World

We are the Light.

Letting it in would be redundant.

The Light above and around you,

in the suns and the stars,

is it but erupting reflections of our Light?

Do we ignite the suns and the stars

from the Light simmering within us?

We are the generators.

Our genes are the true stars that generate Light.

And God is the subatomic Source Heart within,

shining light upon the shadowy path we walk with courage.

We infuse Source Heart into Creation with our Light.

The newborn’s soft spot closes for a reason.

There is no Light outside of ourselves to download.

We upload Light into the world.

We upload Wisdom into the world.

We upload Spirit into the World.

We upload Love into the World.

Reason for Hope

by Simon Bartholome

“My next great adventure, aged 90, is going to be dying.

There’s either nothing or something.

If there’s nothing, there’s nothing, that’s it.

If there’s something, I can’t think of a greater adventure than finding out what it is.

I happen to think there is something because of the experiences I’ve had, because of experiences other people have had. Very powerful ones.”

~ Jane Goodall

Now she knows ☺

And here’s one of her experiences, in her own beautiful words:

“Lost in awe at the beauty around me, I must have slipped into a state of heightened awareness. It is hard – impossible really – to put into words the moment of truth that suddenly came upon me then. Even the mystics are unable to describe their brief flashes of spiritual ecstasy. It seemed to me, as I struggled afterward to recall the experience, the self was utterly absent: I and the chimpanzees, the earth and trees and air, seemed to merge, to become one with the spirit power of life itself.

That afternoon, it had been as though an unseen hand had drawn back a curtain and, for the briefest moment, I had seen through such a window. In a flash of “outsight” I had known timelessness and quiet ecstasy, sensed a truth of which mainstream science is merely a small fraction. And I knew that the revelation would be with me for the rest of my life, imperfectly remembered yet always within. A source of strength on which I could draw when life seemed harsh or cruel or desperate.

All the time, I was getting closer to animals and nature, and as a result, closer to myself and more in tune with the spiritual power that I felt all around. For those who have experienced the joy of being alone with nature, there is really little need to say more; for those who have not, no words of mine can ever describe the powerful, almost mystical knowledge of beauty and eternity that come, suddenly, and all unexpected.”

(Quoted from her book

“Reason for Hope: A Spiritual Journey”)