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I Have No Doubt Whatsoever…

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Daughters of Gaia; collage/photo by Toni Roberts

 

that there is an entire

BATTALION

of

Goddess-Warriors

on the

   “Other Side“…

   supporting me…

   fighting my battles…

   guiding…

   guarding…

protecting

   me…

especially from

   myself

thank

   You...

thank

   You

 

.

Gemini Moon…

full moon image stock photo

Full Moon; Stock Photo

 

   Gemini Moon…

in the fullness of

Your Light

the hidden self

   is revealed…

and as the dark self wanes before

   Your Brilliance…

the

Goddess Self

   expands…

illuminating the world

with the

    Healing Light

of

   Your Love…

Toni Roberts’ Artwork and Photography are available at:

http://www.cafepress.com/DaughtersofGaia

http://www.cafepress.com/orishatreasures

http://www.fineartamerica.com/art/all/toni+roberts/all

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

Breathing In With The Waxing, Crescent Moon…

14 percent waxing crescent moon may 9

May 9, 2016…14% Waxing, Crescent Moon; Stock Photograph

   I must remember…

this is the time of the

  in-breath…

of filling up with

   Light…

   of taking in…

   strengthening…

   building up…

   restoring…

 a time of  regeneration… 

the time of the

out-breath

shall return with the

fullness of Mother Moon

It will then be my time return to the world

   empowered…

ready to

   build…create

slay dragons…

but for now…I focus on the

   in-breath…taking in…

resisting the temptation of trying

to carry my dreams from

imagination to physical form

by

dint

of

human power

   alone…

yes…

the time for action will come

   but for now…

the

    in-breath

Toni Roberts’ Artwork and Photography are available at:

http://www.cafepress.com/DaughtersofGaia

http://www.cafepress.com/orishatreasures

http://www.fineartamerica.com/art/all/toni+roberts/all

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

After The Rain…Light…Understanding…

after the rain...

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.

Today Belongs To Me And The Sky…

heavenly majesty

heavenly majesty

An incorrigible cloud-gazer am I

Can’t help it

Who could resist the majesty of the sky today?

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Surely not I

Yesterday

I gave my life…

the focus of my attention

to the world

and its myriad

petty

troublesome

nonsense…

leaking faucets

maintenance men

dental appointments

the bank

the supermarket…

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Today, however,

belongs to me and the sky…

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I just might sit here at my window altar

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gazing at the majesty of

Mother Nature

until nightfall

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when the glory of

Mother Moon

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takes over the skies…

Today…

cloud gazing...

cloud gazing…

Today

I give the world and its cares to

“God…”

or Whatever it is that holds the

sun and moon and stars

in place…

making sure that they arrive at their appointed places

in Time…

Today

I release the challenges, pain and fears of yesterday

I give them back to That Which Knows

from whence they came and why…

cloud gazing II...

cloud gazing II…

Today

I focus on who and what I am and

why I came…

I focus on emptying my mind of all but the peace

I am experiencing

sitting here at my altar

watching the clouds as they drift slowly across the bluest of skies

shape-shifting

as they roll slowly along their way…

Today

I learn to shape-shift like the clouds above…

adapting…adjusting and re-adjusting…

bending to the winds of Heaven

so as not to break

cloud gazing III...

cloud gazing III…

Today

The clouds teach me

com-pliancy…

resiliency…

how to yield gently to  outside pressure

without losing my beauty…

my peace…

my integrity of being…

On Death…Dying…Souls Leaving Without Saying Good-bye…Tears…Laughter and Drumming For My Life In Marcus Garvey Park…

souls leaving without saying good-bye…

Spoke to my old college buddy, M., this morning.

Her husband, C., keeled over and died in the middle of their conversation

in their hotel room

in Atlantic City

Friday morning.

There he was one minute yammering away

and then he was gone

in

a

split

second.

M. was asking him from the bathroom,

having just gotten out of the shower herself,

if he was going to shower next or

wait until morning?

“Now.” He answers her. “I can smell myself.”

Then...thud

She hears what sounds like something dropping on the floor

in the next room.

And sure enough…

something had dropped on the floor…

her husband.

He was stone, cold dead.

That makes me weep.

I weep not

for my friend, M.

nor for her husband, C.

I weep because life is so fragile…

so temporary…

so uncertain.

As I sit here at my window altar

writing these words,

I have no way of knowing if they will be my last

and if in a week or so

my daughter will  be using her

emergency key to enter my apartment

to dispose of my rotting, stinking body

after my soul had up and decided to leave today

without even saying good-bye.

That thought makes makes me laugh…

And think.

And I am then filled with gratitude

another beautiful day of life…

for having left this apartment yesterday

to meet up with my Sister Drum Slut, Y.

in Marcus Garvey Park

where I drummed my ass off

along with a handful of diehard drummers

squeezing in as much drumming as we can

before fall turns to winter

and it’s just too damn cold

to sit out there in the park

drumming for hours as if

our lives depended upon it.

And they do…

our lives…

depend upon it…

at least mine does…

We drummed as if our spirits

would up and leave

without

saying

good-bye…

if we didn’t drum for our lives…

The Battles Belong to God…

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

windblown

my river…

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

Sister:

Gaia

Rolling waters

hurried along by the wind…

not wise to tarry in danger

and there is much danger

all around…

it comes by air

by water

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

river

listening to words of

Truth

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…

in Love

at-one with my world…

I can leave the battles to God…

The Promise of Light…

sometimes my world is unbelievably bleak…

enveloped in darkness…

out of balance…off-kilter…

but yet…within the very darkness

is hope…

the promise of light

In the Midst of Darkness…

In the Midst of Darkness…

the clouds break

and a rainbow shines through

a sign from the Heavens

that despite  appearances

all is Good

God is in the house

making promises of a tomorrow

that wipes away the pain

of today

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