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When All Of That LOVE…

 

“Lest We Become As Little Children” – Altar Arrangement & Photograph by Toni Roberts

and PASSION that currently drive you…

evolve into LOVE and COMPASSION

for your world and your sister-brother humans…

then…

and only then…

will you have finally found the

WAY

 

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The Real WORK…

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Night Altar – Arrangement/Photograph by Toni Roberts

is on the Self

once you get that in order

all else falls into place

Toni Roberts

 

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If You Think What You’re Going Through Now Is Bad…

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Altar by Candlelight – Arrangement & Photograph by Toni Roberts

 

wait until you cycle through the same challenge ten years down the line…

we are never finished while in these flesh bodies…

so just sit back…relax…and try to understand what it is you still don’t get

 

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The Highest Form Of Doing…

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Altar Arrangement and Photograph by Toni Roberts

is being who you are…

 

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The Silence…

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“Night Altar” – Altar Arrangement/Photograph by Toni Roberts

 

There is nothing more filled or fulfilling as SILENCE

Drink long, deeply and often

From your Inner Well of SILENCE 

From thence flows the FORMATION of the world…

  

(A bit of hard-earned Wisdom from the pen of Toni Roberts.)

 

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Coniunctio…

I Am Mother…Earth…Giver of Life…Drawing/Photograph by Toni Roberts

She, speaking softly

From the folds

Of the wet, dark place

Tells of Her thousand pleasures

 

What perverse misconstruction, asks She

Tells you that I am not the Center?

The seat of your being…of Life itself?

Why know you not that mine is the passageway to Heaven?

Through mine Divine Portal

The breath of life blows

To scatter seeds

Of Being

 

What say You? Asks He

This talk of Holy Entrance?

The Seat of Life?

The Passageway to Heaven?

The Way to Heaven is through Me

What know You of pleasure, indeed?

You, who are bound to earth

To moaning, groaning, writhing and wailing

In ecstasies of the flesh…

What know You of the pleasure

Of a bursting star?

Of universes that explode into being

From molten lava

Which rises from my Peak?

 

Fool above

I hear You speak…

Know You not the Source

Of the sun-kissed fluid

That ignites within You the spark of Life?

A sad and lifeless sack of dry grey matter

Would You be

Were it not

For Me

 

Great Slut below,

O Wanton One of earth and flesh

Dare You imply

That rank and reeking place

Where You reside

The Source

Of my sweet elixir of life?

 

To be sure, My Lord

That’s what I speak…

Come down to see

How from a thousand Ecstasies

Flows the golden fluid

So vital to

Both You and Me

 

What say You, O’ Fierce and Fearless Ruler

Of the Realm above?

Pierce this dark, warm wetness

Of my Being

With your shaft of Light…

Descend to me so that I may envelope You

In all the sweetness of my ecstasy…

So that I may whisper in your fair ear

Of a thousand unknown things…

 

Let me wrap my huge, dark loins

About Your stiff, unyielding back

And ride upon You

Waves of endless joy…

Pleasure greater than the bursting stars

Of infinite universes

Is Yours to have

For acceptance of my Realm

As the Path to Immortality

 

Lower Yourself, my Fearless One

Into the deep, dark waters of my Being

Penetrate deeply with the flame

Of your raging passion

Explode within

My

Center

 

Though resist He tries

Her liquid words have set Him

All a quiver…

He turns this way, then that

Yet is sucked like shavings by a magnet

Through the Portals

Of Her Secret Place

 

Pray not, He moans

To be forever trapped

In fleshly prison

This Light

That once

Was

I

 

(Copyright 1998, as The Fall of the God; by Toni Roberts. First published in The Crone Chronicles, 1998.)

 

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Today’s Prayer…

CHAKRA Flowering – Artwork/Photography by Toni Roberts

 

please

help me to just stay “Woke…”

and not fall back asleep

again

 

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I Cast Away All…

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Yemaya Working Her Magic – Altar/Photograph by Toni Roberts

 

NEGATIVE THOUGHTS

remembering that

THOUGHTS

are

the

BRICKS

with which my

REALITY

is

BUILT

 

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The Secret Of A Long…Happy…Healthy…Creative…Productive Life:

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Yemaya Working Her Magic – Altar/Photograph by Toni Roberts

is to always remember that…

regardless of the situation…

the only thing that you can change in the equation…

is

YOU

 

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Humanity In The Grips Of Existential Fear…

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Grandfather Wisdom – Photograph by Toni Roberts

 

I stopped myself just in time as I was getting ready to fire off an angry, hateful response to an angry, hate-filled bigot who commented on one of my Facebook comments.

Ignore him,” my Better Self whispered. “Do you really want to engage at that level?”

I didn’t. And so, I decided to ignore his hateful remarks and if he persisted with comments, I would send him some “Love.” And, if I ultimately had to block him, I would.

No negative engagements for me—ever—end of report! I don’t have the space in my heart in which to hold both LOVE and HATE. And, furthermore, I understand the source of his hateful words: fear and insecurity. Neither is a stranger to this heart. Hateful racist words spring from feelings of being less than…of not mattering; from unmet needs and frustrations and from a sense of being threatened by people who are not members of one’s “tribe;” people who do not look like one. And who, to add to one’s frustration, may not even speak the same language. So there goes one’s last hope of communication, understanding or brotherhood.

I was not infected with this man’s fear-based anger because I am “Divinely Vaccinated.” And so, my initial angry impulse transformed into tears of sadness…sadness that we humans have strayed so far from who and what we essentially are. We have divided ourselves into warring tribes—now called nations—based on skin color and religions—which are all in essence, stories made up by the men of the tribes (differing slightly according to geographical location) in their unsuccessful attempts to assuage their own and others’ existential fear: not knowing who and what we are and why we are here.

And so, in false, fear-fueled bravado, we kill one another bolstered by the belief that Our God loves us best among all others and will surely smite our enemies.

Oh, humanity…with your childish hubris. Perhaps it’s time we all admit that we don’t know “jack” about anything; that we are all the frightened children of an unknown “Creator.” Perhaps it is time for us to turn within…to the heart…to that beating, pulsating organ at the center of our beings…whose activity or stillness defines life or death.

Perhaps the heart is the holder of the meaning of life…Toni Roberts

 

(Copyright: 1/23/2019-Toni Roberts)

 

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