Written many years ago when I first opened as a channel and intuitive.  For me it was not an easy path as for others who opened at this time.  In many ways I was not prepared for this but as a close loved one said….  "God wouldn’t give you something you wouldn’t know what to do with".   So here I am many years later transformed and surrendered to a life of service to myself and my health, to my family and friends and to my community.  My prayer is that we all find our way back to our divinity and our connection to God no matter how deep or how shallow the waters may appear.  It is a tread worth taking! 

Enjoy

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Every Warrior savors the knowledge that at some point they will hold
the key to the passageway that surpasses time and material world.

These Warriors know that with this key they can fly, and if only for a moment this
victory replaces everything that has deceived him/her in the past.  
Tragic is now trajectory,  thrown like a curve ball into space.

Every Warrior knows "Breath is the Key" and with that they will fly high above
the trees and sore with eyes toward the deep dark blue,  freedom rings
in their heart and everything to this point seems perfect.

And if only for a moment the Warrior redeems their Spirit and realizes
they are linked to everything from the beginning to the end of time.  
Enhanced with this memory deep in the core of their being
they hold the key to transcendence,  the passageway to the stars,  to heaven.

This knowledge energizes the Warrior on their journey through life
on planet earth where they will want to share it and serve it.

They will fight for it, pray to it, devote their whole existence to it and
not even know what to call it,  but they will call it!   Namaste' and Sat Nam

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Somebody catch me,  I’m falling up toward the moon. 

I can’t see a thing with all the bright light.   I’m consumed. 

Oh how weird I feel transparent in the air. 

Is this the end I fear or the start of something new? 

Where will I go from here? 

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You say you want to know me,  well you can’t. 
I am not the sun or the moon,  nor time nor space. 

You say you want to feel me.  Well you can’t. 
I have no skin,  no fur,  no substance in space. 

You say you want to hear me,  well you can’t. 
I’m not a bird humming away, 
nor a cat or a hound nor ocean with sound. 

You say you want to see me.  Well you can’t. 
I do not rustle the leaves with a breeze or hold matter with ease. 

You say you want to smell me.  Well you can’t. 
I’m not part of the ground. 

You say you want to love me.  Well you can, 
because I’m nothing.  No touch,  no sound,  no sight,  and no smell. 

I have not a boundary to conceal. 
I am nothing to compare,  or become scarred of. 

I am nothing. 
Not happy or sad.  No feelings to have.  This is all that I am. 

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I feel intense like a bomb dropping on each event,  without recognition from the clan
I hide like the subtle look of the moon in daylight. 

I feel fluid in anticipation of life’s next canal.  What’s up ahead?  What’s next? 

I feel as light as air until its shadow compresses my very space. 

My desires are stimulated and activated with the openness of each chakra. 

North and South,  East and West I feel all rapped in its frequency. 
Each Pole I experience an appendix to my organism. 

I pray that I might be dismembered with life’s lessons
and be put back together in the very likeness of God. 

Oh how I pray. 

I feel haunted by this notion at times.  Society has their beliefs thereof. 

I want to sit and be waited on so that I might not have to move out of this bliss. 
All of life’s treasures can be found at many depths. 

I don’t intend to view a man from his expression of words. 
Only from the still point I see while he’s at rest. 

I myself play with the demons,  all day and all night. 

I’ve been told the angel’s dance around me,  dressed in the skins of children. 
They guide me toward perfection.  It’s such a pretty picture.   As am I. 
And this is my bondage. 

Oh how I pray. 

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In the light of a candles light when the darkness
is meakly penetrated by humble shadows. 

When fragments of this illusion get trapped
in a holographic perception of faint truths. 

So that with each glance of the eyes cast moon beams
on speckled surfaces of depth and matter. 

And what holds this dimensions realities.  I wonder. 
And can I penetrate through it at frequencies not yet proven. 

Oh seed of energy dancing around in the air. 
Let me find you and feel you and follow you so that I can be guided to new discovery. 
Help me Great Spirit to recognize what’s to be known. 

Brake me free of each day to close with what’s real,  where the light
in the darkness isn’t too bright or too dark.  Just in between. 

I’ll see shadows as maps and movement as moment,  and sound as stillness.  

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*Today’s Good Deeds are tomorrows blessings  

*Keep in mind circularities in everything. 

*Be playful and know what it means to be LIGHT! 

*Trust in your experience no matter how mundane it may seem. 

*Allow for a QUICKENING to enter your direction. 

*Judge Nothing 

*Beautiful air rush through me and sweep me toward my destiny! 

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Beautiful people,  lets pray that we may always know that we are one, 
through the brightness of the day into the darkness of the night. 

Let the fruits of our labor shine as one.  Let it shine heavily on
all that are meek and allow ripening of all that are strong. 

Let humanity experience a forthright of shakte’ all in one breathe. 

And let our center grow tolerance while our hearts gain ease. 

Oh Lord,  let us be so bold to desire a merging of creation for the whole world by letting
a blink of your eye become truth and let truth hold no fear of expression. 

Namaste’ 
Amen 

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The confines of life’s three dimensions have no hold “I” can slip
in and out of these walls into something greater and more improbable. 

Experienced through the eyes of matter
a body may react with a strange kind of wonder. 

Has the mother ship landed a target on my head
rearranging my DNA with splendid distinction. 

Is genius a guide of inspiration
or is it what plummets when knowledge faces death? 

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Love’s doom is concealed by Venus’s beauty. 
It does not withstand the Sun’s desire to see truth as ecstasy. 

Poor Venus is all but a speck of dust compared to the enormity of the Sun. 
Whatever happened to the simple things regarding love? 

For now I will seek to become like Venus and set aside the glory of the Sun. 

It appears these flames of fury are at the root of my sadness. 

Beautiful planet shine on me through the back door of my house, 
and lay me down ever do gently on the dark side of the moon, 
this is where I will hide from the Sun. 

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Prana, life’s breath,  is at the core essence of our desire for Divine Union. 

When will you exhale me and send me back to my family,  my earth , and my body. 

I am so exhilarated by your blessing however
I fear that I might retire completely to this illusion. 

Help me Great Spirit.  My chalice is rich it its senses. 

Up Up Up 
Great Raye. 

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The vines desire to have me keeps me in fear, 
masked by personas that are mistakenly there. 

I had not hoped for things to be this way. 
Your foliage shoots out like a star creating planets afar. 

The earth has shown me her wisdom by allowing me to roam in the Sun. 
My knowledge is mirrored at both ends of the earth. 

Fall away, fall away and the earth’s axis will change. 
Global warming,  acid rain,  harmful rays will fall away. 

My smallness has caused me time lost, 
but has been caught at the far reaches of the earth. 
Pull back and catch it.  

There is no container in the vastness of space. 

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