Another Realization As I Rapidly Approach My 79th Birthday!

Yemaya Works Her Own Kind Of Magic – Photo by Toni Roberts

Finally…

As the culmination of  79 years in this flesh body rapidly approaches…

 

If It Weren’t For Grandfather, I’d Still Be Asleep – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

I’m beginning to get a glimmer...

Just a mere glimpse…

Of what this HELL called human life on planet earth is TRULY all about…

Carriers Of The Word…From One Realm To Another – Photo by Toni Roberts 

 

And so I pray that the current

awakening of human consciousness

from its eons of slumber

soon reach

Critical Mass…

Lest humanity ultimately destroy itself

from the

ignorance and hubris

so reflected in

America’s 2016 presidential choice

wake up!

time is of the essence!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I Am Experiencing How…

Photo by Toni Roberts Central Park, NYC

      one hundred percent acceptance of all conditions and circumstances of my life…   

   without judgement or immediate action

   of any kind…

   on my part...

   always results in constructive and positive change…

   as if by magic...

Revelation II…

Sitting here at my window altar

in meditation…

contemplation…

thoughts drifting

in

and

out

of

consciousness:

“Fear  is the mind-killer“

words of the

Bene Gesserit

from

Frank Herbert’s

Dune

echo in my mind…

and I

apprehend

in

that deep place of vitality

at the center of my being

that there is only love and fear…

and by always choosing love over fear

regardless

of

what

appears

before

me

in

the

3-D world…

I shall pass unscathed

through all danger…

my inner connection is

my only security…

therein lay my

power…

Revelations…

Rose Cross

the how will always appear as part of the package…

your job is to cast the design in consciousness…

then remain alert

inwardly focused

aware…

open…

receptive…

maintain your  YIN

position…

action will then flow naturally

from the inside out…

Drumming in Marcus Garvey Park…

And yesterday…Saturday

after the gift of Friday with K. in Central Park

came the ecstasy of drumming in

Marcus Garvey Park

A Holy Circle of

modern-day santeros, babalawos, curanderas…

women, men and children

who are called by

the Spirit of the Drum

Grandfather blessing my drum…

Gathering weekly to pay homage

to the Motherland: Africa…

Lending body, mind and soul

as vehicles upon which the Orishas may ride…

Giving oneself up as intermediary

between the two worlds…

vessels to be filled with the

Voice of Drum Spirit…

Holy Rhythms of Healing and Love

rippling out from the village of Harlem…

in never ending circles…

through the city…

the nation…

the world…

“Altared” States Two…

message from the grandfathers…

listen

watch

you will know when and how to respond

to what Life presents…

your actions

will flow

smoothly…

naturally…

from the inside out…

without thought from

or judgement by…

the

  ego…

Awakening…Gratitude…

awakening…

It began with guilt. I could not summon up the energy–the will–to go out into this oppressive,  New York-in-August-heat to visit my ninety-two year old; “Alzheimer-ed” mother.

I do wish to do right by her instead of just being what she deserves–what she has sown.

Found myself forgiving her–again–for all of those things real and imagined that I’m still holding against her thus preventing the full influx of God Power.

I forgive you, mother. God forgives you. Forgive yourself and thus release your troubled soul–freeing it to journey back HOME where we shall surely meet again.

And in the next lifetime–should there be another lifetime for each or either of us–let us come together in peace, tolerance and love…

I release us both  from all that came before this awakening…

I release us to the Love of God.

celebration of gratitude…

I am so thankful that I am not the boss of this life

The I that I AM takes back control from the frightened, conditioned Ego…

This Ego that refuses to accept…to submit to Something Higher than Itself…

This Ego that has assigned Itself the role of directing  human consciousness

This Ego Who, with false Pride and Iron Hand maintains the illusion of personal control

 

Good-bye Pride…

Adios, Ego…

I bid you both adieu

As I bow down before

The Anointed One

Whom I am here to serve

As holy instrument and

Divine vehicle of Love…

An unsullied vessel through which

peace, light and healing may flow…

Blessing this life I call mine

Plus the lives of all…

In and out of the flesh…

Whose energy touches mine

 

I hereby release all the deceptions, fear-based beliefs and

Conditioning of this world as I slowly and gratefully awaken to

Truth and Reality…

Reflections…

reflections...

I am the Yielding…

K’un…Yin…water…

Receptive Darkness of Being

the Feminine Aspect of this

Holy Collaboration…

I obey…

I follow…

I open and receive the

LIGHT

light and dark...yang and yin...the holy marriage...

I release the whole fantasy of what it means to be a human on planet earth…

I let go of the dream of human power…

I release my illusions and delusions about reality

and turn over the reins of this life to

Whatever the Source is from Which

my being flows…

I surrender

And in this Holy Surrender

the sun blazes…

My life unfolds…effortlessly…

Peace…joy…comfort and immediate answers

to mind-numbing

energy-depleting

challenges

make themselves apparent

magic...

The living of life becomes magical

no struggle…no fight…

no pushing against the forces of Creation…

Resolutions unfold like the petals of a rose…

The solution is contained within the very same seed

that houses the obstacle…

Like the rose and its thorns…

Holy Voodoo...

Reality shifts…

Understanding and Clarity take hold…

the world you’ve been conditioned into believing real…

the one in which the ego believes itself the source of  power

gives way to the Invisible Realm…

to that elusive realm of Spirit…that place of Holy Voodoo…

And life becomes a reflection of

the Inner Fire…

that brilliant ray of Inner Light and Love that is

Creation Itself…

And you begin to know yourself as a channel…

clear and  unsullied through which

Creation…creates…