New Window Altar; Photo by Toni Roberts
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paying homage to the
out of which
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Altar III; Photo by Toni Roberts
takes her cues from
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river 5 14 2014
Incoming Words from the Master Teacher:
“…And in all your seeking
Seek ye wisdom and understanding”
“…And all else shall be added
river two 5 14 2014
Bottom-Line Formula for Creation:
after the rain…
Instead of drumming this Saturday, I spent quiet time at my window altar–with the river.
Rising above the chatter of my “monkey brain,” I sat in the peaceful silence of my rain-washed world–listening within:
This drumming, my dear–just like the words that you write–comes through you. You, the ego-personality, are not the owner of your creative productions. The words, and sounds come through you from a Source that also determines the why, what, when, where and how of it all.
Do not attempt to order your gifts; trying to determine whence they come and go.
Life is not yours to order. It is yours to remain open, receptive and in service to That Which lies behind, beneath, above and at each side of all form.
You are learning to understand–and more importantly–to accept and live a reality which is the only authentic Reality there is.
It is a process of opening the heart in trust and releasing the pain you did not know was there.
It is truly living from the inside out: letting your 3-D world unfold in, as and through you; bypassing the ego.
It is not the human way of being.
It is a process of “un-conditioning” the mind.
Have patience with yourself.
I am with you.
We are with you.
watching the river flow
Perhaps today I will just sit and watch the river flow…
here in the warmth and safety of my sacred space
watching Ochun flow lazily twenty stories below.
She rolls calmly,
taking her time…
refusing to be rushed by the blustering winds and
that try to hurry her along.
So peacefully she flows…
self-contained joy in motion.
Today I shall just sit and commune with my
Perhaps tomorrow I shall fill these pages with her
the how will always appear as part of the package…
your job is to cast the design in consciousness…
then remain alert
maintain your YIN
action will then flow naturally
from the inside out…
These earthly battles, indeed, belong to to God: that Holy Presence that has taken up residence in my third and fourth CHAKRAS
that Intelligence with which I communicate in these sacred moments…
that mysterious Force that draws me here to this holy spot
above my beloved river
today swollen and
Mother God waging Battle
for the survival of Her children:
all the two and four-legged creatures
all those who crawl or grow
along the Body of Her
hurried along by the wind…
not wise to tarry in danger
and there is much danger
it comes by air
by sight and sound…
visions of madness upon the land…
humanity gone berserk
lost in the lunacy of
their own imaginings…
killer cruelty ruling the earth…
a million lives taken…
a noble mountain leveled…
all the same…
I watch from my perch
high above the rapidly rolling
listening to words of
that flow from That Which Has Taken Up Residence in my
heart and solar plexus…
and then I know…
all is just as it must be…
and so, I kick back
and I am at peace once more…
at-one with my world…
I can leave the battles to God…