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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

The Story of Sapphire and Arion: A Heap of Mud

It seems Darling I have made myself miserable to what is or is not to come. I fret and worry about never seeing you again. All of this worrying has made me so tired. I am a heap of mud- stuck in my own thinking.
Oh, next time we meet up in our night wanderings- do tell my soul not to fret! All is well!


Wednesday, December 21, 2016

My Story- The Gift of Friendship

In the early morning of April 24, 2015, my birthday, I had the following dream about my Dear Old Friend:

I was at my best friend's farm from childhood. I am looking for her. I find her and she says she was with her horse. The farm house, the barn, everything vibrated with radiant colors. It put my soul at ease and brought me such joy.

My best friend, Jill, grew up on a farm with pigs, cows, horses, dogs, and cats. As a child I spent a lot of time at the farm. My favorite memories is of us horseback riding. We galloped through open pastures and rode on trails through the woods. 
In the woods, we discovered what seemed to feel like, a secret entrance into the spiritual realm. Where nature and humans harmonize and time slips away. We would ride horses all day exploring every inch of the woods. 
When I left Illinois, at the age of 15, my heart was heavy. She was the one I would miss the most. Her love and passion for horses greatly reflects my old friend's soul- unbridled, wild, and free. Her communion with this sacred animal is extraordinary. 
Looking back, her friendship, was medicine to my soul. Her farm, with all it's beauty and wonders, was my sanctuary. Her bond with horses reminds me of my own true spirit that needs to be kept unleashed and not restrained.

Thank you, my old Friend, for being you!!

Friday, December 16, 2016

Your Hidden Nature

Your hidden nature stays
secret inside of you.
Quietness is bottled up
and it's scent reaches my soul.
My inner ear hears words
you have never spoken.
My inner eye sees the sun
bursting from your chest.
And I start writing words
that only you and I 
know the meaning of.
Your hidden nature stays
secret inside of me.

Friday, December 9, 2016

A Grave

The day comes when you will run out of sunlight and get stuck in a grave; which measures the width of your shoulders (plus elbow room) and length enough to wiggle your toes (if you weren't dead).

Oh Fool, find the Companion before you run out of sunlight. The One that guides your soul in the spirit world. Don't make a room for your corpse. Rather dissolve into nothingness. The world's passages to narrow for soul lovers.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Dream Of God Answering My Prayer, Part 2

The Exhale For Mercy

Prayer has always been a path for union with God. The inhale breath communicates our longing to God. There are nine levels of prayer leading to union. They were established by Father Archimandrite Ilie Cleopa.

The prayer of the lips
The mouth
The tongue
The voice
The mind
The heart
The active prayer
The all seeing prayer
The contemplative prayer

The exhale breath is the cry for mercy. If my prayer is sincere and my longing great, then it is always accompanied by an outpouring of tears. In the sacred space of emptiness, I have created intimacy with God. There is a presence felt and colors of soft pastel green and/or pink descend from above into my crown chakra. It is this experience that validates the mercy given freely from the Holy Spirit, and my tears become tears of gratitude. 

Reference~ Sophia Rising, Monette Chilson 

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Dream of God Answering My Prayer, Part 1

From Journal Entry: 9/20/2015
I am in the city surrounded by gloom and doom. I thought about how I need to write down all of my mystical experiences for my children. From the demon encounters to the messages from divine beings. How I need to instill in my children that you need to cling to God to get through this life. I am really sad thinking that my life is mostly suffering from beginning to end.

With faith, I extended my arm up towards the heavens and prayed with commandment and unshakable faith. And the darkness of the city did part as I prayed to God. There was a great pause during the transition from darkness to light. It was the breath of silence- the sacred space where God's presence is known to man. God's presence I felt inside of me and outside. 

I spoke to Him, addressing Him as Father. And said, "God, Light I don't want to see darkness all around me. I don't want to feel like there's always a storm over me. Father I cannot continue on my way in darkness. Please show me the way."

Being upright and obedient in my prayer, the heavens opened up and my spirit heavy became lighter and I flew with great speed towards the Living God. My spirit no longer burdened, grieved as so. I at the end of my ascension said to God, "Thank you, thank you." 

By remaining in conviction and faith, I know God will keep His promise and He will illuminate my way and give me clarity. And I will be moved towards a higher state of awareness.