Tag: consciousness

Unforsaken

UNFORSAKEN

He wanted to borrow her light,

For it comforted him in the night.

He wanted to borrow her eyes

To see all the beauty she finds.

He wanted to borrow her lips

Just borrow her taste, just a kiss.

He wanted to borrow her heart

For his was so lost in the dark.

She willingly offered her light,

But she felt quite lost in his night,

And she offered of him her eyes

But it left her vision blind,

She melted her taste in his kiss

And now it’s the taste she does miss.

She gave him her beautiful heart,

But he held it in all of the dark.

She waited for all to return

But the borrowed was taken and burned,

So she lost all her love in his night,

She forgot she was holding the light,

But her eyes have a vision so deep

That her heart has no choice but to keep,

So as she burns her truth in the night,

Her wings start to lift her in flight.

See, she gave but nothing was taken,

She just lost it in all the forsaken,

But the truth of her love never died,

It just gave her the dance of the night.

In the night we give love sacrificed

Till we fall, in the empty of sight

Yet the fall is always to find

A love that is ne’er sacrificed.

Each time our love is taken,

Let it grow, never leave it forsaken,

For love always grows, never dies,

But the night has to be sacrificed.

Tis the contrast of dark with the light

That gives every wing strength to fly.

We make love, dancing colours to life,

Making rainbows; we rain till we shine.

Heather Lea

Artist unknown

Feminine Rising

Wisdom of the Feminine Rising

May we heal from the injustices historically shown to women who held power and wisdom, women who were connected to the cycles and medicines of nature, women who could cure and heal, assist birth and death, offer comfort and nurturing, women with a fire of life inside who were unafraid of their own knowledge and intuition, women who honored a higher consciousness and the energetic web of life, women who could see what others could not or were afraid to acknowledge, psychic women, sensitive women, empathic women, skilled and intelligent women, dangerous women who challenged the injustice and dysfunction of the status quo, women who fought for a better world, courageous and loving women.
May we send love and healing back through the spirals of time and when we feel it come back to our hearts, let us rise unafraid to use the intuition and skills that have traveled lifetimes with us to this time now when they are most needed to shift our world. It is ok, we are safe to take this step together. Witch, Shaman, Medicine Woman, Healer, Maiden, Mother, Crone: we are here on purpose, now, together, strength in numbers, ready to be seen and answer the call of a world in the pangs of labor, ready to birth anew.

Education

I just posted this on Facebook and immediately received a message of ” going against community ”

What ???

I was given a refresh of 90 days restriction as well.

Why isn’t someone who can , addressing this free speech infraction ??

I returned to Facebook after disputing the community standards thing , to find my post reinstated and an apology saying that I had not breeched community standards 🦊

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Santa : Attn : Parents who need to tell the truth 👁

ATTENTION TO ALL PARENTS WHO NEED TO TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT SANTA 🎅
Son: “Dad, I think I’m old enough now. Is there a Santa Claus?.”
Dad: “Ok, I agree that your old enough. But before I tell you, I have a question for you. You see, the “truth” is a dangerous gift. Once you know something, you can’t unknow it. Once you know the truth about Santa Claus, you will never again understand and relate to him as you do now. So my question is: Are you sure you want to know?”
Brief pause…
Son: “Yes, I want to know”
Dad: “Ok, I’ll tell you: Yes there is a Santa Claus”
Son: “Really?”
Dad: Yes, really, but he’s not an old man with a beard in a red suit. That’s just what we tell kids. You see, kids are too young to understand the true nature of Santa Claus, so we explain it to them in a way that they can understand. The truth about Santa Claus is that he’s not a person at all; he’s an idea. Think of all those presents Santa gave you over the years. I actually bought those myself. I watched you open them. And did it bother me that you didn’t thank me? Of course not! In fact it gave me great pleasure. You see, Santa Claus is THE IDEA OF GIVING FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING, without thought of thanks or acknowledgement.
When I saw that woman collapse on the subway last week and called for help, I knew that she’d never know that it was me that summoned the ambulance. I was being Santa Claus when I did that.”
Son: “Oh.”
Dad: “So now that you know, you’re part of it. You have to be Santa Claus too now. That means you can never tell a young kid the secret, and you have to help us select Santa presents for them, and most important, you have to look for opportunities to help people. Got it?”
Help each other this Christmas🎄🎅 and…be kind ❤💕

Energy Remains -Death explained energetically

“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.”

-Aaron Freeman.

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