Inundated
by crack attacks,
whores, junkies,
and
the disenfranchised?
Of course,
no matter
what you do
or
have done,
the universe continues
to serve you.
You
are a vortex
for
unconditional energy
that serves you,
but
your frequency is
not quite
dialed in,
sharp and clear,
so
your messages
your messengers
end up
coming through
a bit jagged,
and,
with brutal clarity,
in contrast
to
your higher self.
Happy Spring! Well, yesterday was meteorological Eve of Spring. Starting this write / right: After experiencing the eve of meteorological spring yesterday, I feel cheated. I didn’t even know until now! The first day of spring is magical. There are two, I guess, meteorological spring occurs on March 1st while solar spring occurs 20 days later on 3/21. Why do the scientists pick 3/1, 6/1, 9/1 and 12/1 as their seasonal markers – a question I will research today. You’d think a scientist would follow a solar calendar as a measuring device, even religion do!
The first ATV of the sea turtle season just rushed by. The sea turtles lay their eggs between March 1st and the end of October, so the scientist on her Jeep is out looking for nests to mark.
Adding to my human interactions as I write is a voice on a microphone barking out, inaudibly, but sounds like some sort of workout training, yoga or some elderly morning movement session.
February 2019 certainly was the quickest month I have ever experienced in my life. Each day I would document the date on some page I was scribbling on only to be astounded by what day it was on the calendar, already – again and again.
My writing has been rather slow and peaceful of late. I am called to communicate more and more with my fellow Fallen Angels, information clearly meant for the light body integration of all of us who playfully decided to take a ride on planet Earth again. So serious we sometimes become though, even me. I am one of the biggest clowns, yet I guard my child like nature overzealously; I might add, I am seriously silly and even I am too serious. There is the alarm to wake my partner. May she be true to her powerful playfulness.
The ATV Rider educates and enquirer. More alarm, so serious.
(Loop)
Scientists and turtles laying eggs in the sand next to Nature’s title Waters, digging nests and making calendars and weather maps. Happy Spring. a poem?
An anniversary with Dana.
The night she had me over for the Phantom BBQ was the night I surrendered my heart to her. I made a conscious choice, there, as I listen to her talk in her lower-level bar / Studio / living area at Cliff View. A fairy tale. Fairy tales, though, are decorated with moments of personal and professional peril just the same. These tumultuous moments are made oh so real by our insistence on clinging to old belief systems, forgetting our Source materials, and our reluctance to release that which no longer serves our Enlightenment. Sure, monsters lurk and jump from our dark subterranean dungeons, but they only show themselves for us to allow them their expression. We need have little or no attachment to them at all. These Phantoms serve only to exhibit a contrast to our higher, true selves, and / or what we may otherwise prefer. They are not to be slain, struggled against, or fought. We need not even banish them. On the contrary, with steadfast love and gratitude – viewing said monsters as all of our creation, as opportunities for clarity, we allow. With great excitement, to the best of our abilities, and with no expectations on an outcome from our demons; henceforth, they may release or banish themselves! After their performance I liken said phantoms to minor or major characters, following the drawing of the theater curtain at the end of a play, making their way down corridors to their allotted dressing rooms, content with having served the audience, us, with the cathartic emotional aspect we attended to experience, willfully suspending our disbelief and allow excitement and imagination to work their synchronistic energy and abundantly serve our needs at that moment.