Here I Love You

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Here I Love You

Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Pablo Neruda

Painting by Anna Razumovskaya

Winter Solstice

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Solstice draws nigh
dark days, long, longest night
deep remembrance
journey of the soul
moving, ever moving
moving to stand still
still in the darkest light
the most glorious light
light of the undying Sun
standing sill. still point
where we bask breathe
delight in Light, Love
pure beingness
This ever turning play –
dance of dark and light
our soul’s shadow dancing
concealing and revealing
gently, reverently mirroring
cosmic flow and rhythm
of which you and I are part –
One in the eternal dance
movement-Eternal moment
meeting, re-uniting ever again
as One . . . separating, then returning
again and again

HollyRose Gosselin

~Thanks to Holly Rose my FB friend, and sistar~

Solstice facts

Archangel Raziel

 art by Jessica Galbraith

Life Is Bigger

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R.E.M.

Oh life, it’s bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this, the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream

Art

Gwen Duda

I did not realize that Micheal Stipe was a visual artist and a director, as well as a singer-songwriter. This song and video from 1991, is just as relevant, and current 25 years later. That video is a very nice bit of film-making.

Sea Serenity

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The Ocean

The Wide Ocean

by Pablo Neruda

Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel,
your vigilant spaces of air and darkness,
and the power of your white tongue,
that shatters and overthrows columns,
breaking them down to your proper purity.

Not the final breaker, heavy with brine,
that thunders onshore, and creates
the silence of sand, that encircles the world,
but the inner spaces of force,
the naked power of the waters,
the immoveable solitude, brimming with lives.
It is Time perhaps, or the vessel filled
with all motion, pure Oneness,
that death cannot touch, the visceral green
of consuming totality.

Only a salt kiss remains of the drowned arm,
that lifts a spray: a humid scent,
of the damp flower, is left,
from the bodies of men. Your energies
form, in a trickle that is not spent,
form, in retreat into silence.

The falling wave,
arch of identity, shattering feathers,
is only spume when it clears,
and returns to its source, unconsumed.

Your whole force heads for its origin.
The husks that your load threshes,
are only the crushed, plundered, deliveries,
that your act of abundance expelled,
all those that take life from your branches.

Your form extends beyond breakers,
vibrant, and rhythmic, like the chest, cloaking
a single being, and its breathings,
that lift into the content of light,
plains raised above waves,
forming the naked surface of earth.
You fill your true self with your substance.
You overflow curve with silence.

The vessel trembles with your salt and sweetness,
the universal cavern of waters,
and nothing is lost from you, as it is
from the desolate crater, or the bay of a hill,
those empty heights, signs, scars,
guarding the wounded air.

Your petals throbbing against the Earth,
trembling your submarine harvests,
your menace thickening the smooth swell,
with pulsations and swarming of schools,
and only the thread of the net raises
the dead lightning of fish-scale,
one wounded millimetre, in the space
of your crystal completeness.

 

 

Painting By

Elizabeth Blaylock

The Lord’s Sunday

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Lorde

~

Spring

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Birds’ love and birds’ song

Flying here and there,

Birds’ song and birds’ love

And you with gold for hair!

Birds’ song and birds’ love

Passing with the weather,

Men’s song and men’s love,

To love once and forever.

Men’s love and birds’ love,

And women’s love and men’s!

And you my wren with a crown of gold,

You my queen of the wrens!

You the queen of the wrens —

We’ll be birds of a feather,

I’ll be King of the Queen of the wrens,

And all in a nest together.

She Walks In Beauty

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Hey everybody! Fun full moon, right? I felt this one, turning me into a monster, well Ms. Cranky Pants anyways. This 8 week condensed British Literature class is, and isn’t to my liking. I did manifest this situation, so never mind, I won’t whine.  I just really love this era of literature, and an online course doesn’t have the same impact, or benefit that classroom discussion does.  With that said, I had to just blow by “The Satanic Poets,” Blake, Shelley, Byron. I spent about eight hours, not nearly the level I want to go. I had no idea they were classified that way. omg my mom would take that so literally. lol In all my reading I did not get a clear answer, was it Lord Byron’s hero, that merited the name, or did it have to do with Blake, and Milton’s, “Paradise Lost”? I do know they questioned, and that’s awesome, but that is a harsh moniker. Don’t you think? Dang that crazy Lord Byron is still enigmatic. True embodiment of “The Trickster,” his own Byronic Hero. A list of mischievous characters and actors faces come to mind. The type of character desired by both men, and women, the bad boy, the rascal, the scoundrel. The sly grin from Gary Cooper before he jumps on his horse and rides away, “Frankly I don’t give a damn, my dear.” lol or whatever Rhett Butler says to Scarlet O’Hara. My imagination runs absolutely wild when I read about these guys. An exciting time in thinking with the German Philosophers, like Immanuel Kant, and there was the French Revolution. So much good literature packed in here, but honestly I am more intrigued with the writers. I do love this poem by Lord Byron.

 

She Walks in Beauty

By

Lord George Gordon Byron

~

She walks in beauty, like the night

   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

   Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

   Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

   But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

   A heart whose love is innocent!

 

Year Of the Scribe

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Happy, Blessed, and Joyous, New Year everyone. I heard this message, and loved it. It is brought forth by the messenger, Magenta Pixie. I painstakingly transposed the message here below, but I will also link the video if you prefer listening to her charming voice, and accent. I like what I hear, and it applies to us all, The Year of the Scribe, and Artist. I am Up With That! Enjoy, and much love. Be safe and well all!

Frequencies for the New Year Gateway 2016

The White-winged Collective Consciousness of Nine

via the Magenta Pixie

As you come to the end of your year of 2015 and you move into a new year of 2016 you passed through a gate where the ending of something and the simultaneous beginning of something new is always a transition a death/rebirth energetic. You passed through many gateways within your accommodation most notably your solar return. That which you know as your birthday. On an individual level the birthday is the most powerful gateway for you, even more so if you are consciously awakened and aware. On a global level gateways present geometric frequencies, astrological alignments, and other moments of focused attention, yet the most significant death rebirth transition when it comes to time, is the end of one cycle, and the simultaneous beginning of another cycle. Your New Year moment is one such significant transition. These transitional gateways are the most aligned time for the personal death rebirth transition to take place. The leaving behind of the old, the unwanted, that which no longer serves, and aligns, and the embracing of the new, the desired, and that which does serve and align.

This knowing of the death rebirth transitional moment is hardwired into your DNA, if you will, and those who do not yet stand as conscious, aware lightworkers still hold activated knowing of these transitions. Although this will be knowing at the most basic level, it is still a conscious awareness. The conscious and aware lightworkers see the multi leveled, multi-dimensional aspects of these transitions. They process the meaning of these transitions and they are aware of how to behave, how to think, and how to feel, and what to do what action to take during these transitions. They are aware of the power of focused intention. rather than resolution, wish, or desire. For wish, and desire often remain unfilled within the realm of the unmanifest, and whilst resolution when coupled with determination is one step closer to manifestation, it is the focused intention that holds a direct line to manifestation. The death rebirth transitional moments are most aligned with focused intention and manifestation. The time of the new year holds much focused attention creating the landing pad, or the perfect match if you will, for focused intention. Ritualizing your intentions in whichever way you personally work magically is the most aligned way for you, for when you hold conscious aware knowing of this transitional moment you naturally move into that energy of focused intention leading to manifestation. You become part of that rebirth matrix of the new year, for you hold far more mass (?) within your own focused attention than those who still sleep. For it is you know where humanity to create these moments of transition and rebirth. If you are not yet familiar with, or practiced with focused intention and manifestation, then using the power of the word is a post aligned tool at this time, especially as you move into your year of 2016 a year we could call, The Year of the Scribe, for creativity coming into fruition is very much the order of the day for 2016, especially for those who hold the “archetype of the scribe,” and the “archetype of the artist.” So writing your intentions holds much power, and magic at this time. Writing your intentions holds power, and magic at all times, especially at the time of the moving through this gateway into 2016, and if you are more inclined towards the “artist eye, the archetype artist, then drawing, painting, or digitally creating through image, creating your intention, is most aligned. The list, the poem, the story, or the vision board will all hold strong as powerful tools for focused intention, and manifestation. Yet also the tool of the magical altar is most aligned, the gathering together of the metaphors that formed in matter that match the intentions you hold. Your own personal metaphors that formed in matter, that match your belief system, or your own personal creations. When they are placed together with a magical placement ready for the midnight bridge upon New Year’s Eve, and New Year’s Eve becomes the New Year’s Day, the midnight moment, the midnight bridge is a convergence point. A convergence point of two cycles of time, two sections of time that overlap together to form a Vesica Pisces geometry, a very powerful geometry that can be utilized for your magical intention. The magical altar at that time of convergence shall be fired with light placed upon it. Be sure of your intentions here when using physical objects in this way. With focused intention and magical creation this tool is most powerful, but can manifest in unexpected ways, example the toy car could manifest as a child, rather than a new car. So be clear with your intention and specific with the placement of objects. Feathers, crystals, gems, stones, and other talismans, are most helpful here. Adding the list, the poem, the story, or the vision board to the magical altar can also assist greatly in the directional access of your focused intention, manifesting in alignment with your original intention, and in alignment with your highest desire. So whilst we could be your year 2016, as the year of the scribe, the year of the artists in alignment with this we could also refer to your year 2016 as the year of the crystal activations, the year of gold, or the golden year. For 2016 is set to bring creation to fruition for many. 2016 the year that yet more of that veil is lifted, the year of disclosure, truth seen clearly, nothing hidden, yet in alignment with the writers, and artists, coming forth into the light, as their creations move into fruition. For it is the author’s, poets, painters, digital art creator’s, musician’s, filmmakers, actors, and technical writers that lifts that veil. Disclosure comes not just in the form of the whistleblower who tells all but comes forward in the form of the activated one holding knowing. 2016 is the time for not knowing to be shared exponentially. The books, blogs, writings, novels, poems, paintings, and electronic media hold the information you seek, and when you find what you are seeking, the information becomes the activation, and when the activation is processed and understood, then you become the deliverer of knowledge, the presenter of information, and the conduit of light. You write the book! You paint the painting!  2016 holds much of this information sharing activation, creation, and activity. 2016 is the year of the crystal activation, raising and frequency around March, and culminating in June. All crystals upon your planet beam with this inner light, the photonic light from the Galactic is directed upon every crystal and very crystal moves into transformation alchemy. 2016 is the year of gold, alchemy transformation, the metamorphosis from one thing into another, non activated into activated, stone into crystal, heaviness into light, metal into gold. 2016 the golden year the fullest expression of the Golden Age thus far, due to the conscious creativity within the scribe, artists, and other archetypal creators, such as musicians. The activations of the crystals will be known by those who share their space, and many conscious lightworkers will draw powerful crystal tools into their reality for the first time, crystal wands, crystal animals, jewelry, and indeed the crystal skulls. For the Crystal Skull matrix becomes more accessible within your year 2016, as the crystalline beings move into your consciousness. These are beings of Crystal Light, gracing you with their presence, and bowing in honor to you, and all for you as you allow yourself to be their messengers. Are we saying new conduits of light will come forward? Indeed, we are. Henceforth 2016 is The year of the Scribe, as you write down your communications with these crystalline beings. And the crystals within you, within your DNA, shall activate yet more, and the crystal light body is created, culminating in June 2016. Indeed 2016 is the year of the crystal activations. If the crystal activations, and the heightened creations from the scribe, and the artists, resonates deep within you, then we say to you, place this upon your magical altar, write this upon your list, draw this upon your drawing, find the image within your digital world, and place this upon your digital vision board, or digital altar. For you shall harness this energy, you shall direct this energy naturally when the light of awareness flows through you. Focused attention, and intention, simply direct that flow of light and conduct the electromagnetic frequency needed for the manifestation of your highest desire, which is in alignment with your higher self, that which is for your highest good throughout the quantum field. May you move through this transitional New Year Gateway with joy, and ease, may you embrace creativity, magic crystalline activations, and the golden frequency within your year of 2016.

We are the White-winged Collective Consciousness of Nine

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