FROM: The After Alter Project
~ a 1-3 words per line open-ended poetry writing session
In the censor today... Trust. Let go, You have held space for The New Energy, Release the guard your guard. You have done well. Enjoy now, how all is well in All of Creation. North | Earth | Deer | - gentle West | Wind | Snake | - transmutation South | Fire | Blue Heron | - self reflection (deconstruction) East | Water/Gateway | Squirrel | - (collecting, on the waters' edge, between worlds, embodiment - where the human and the Divine meet) They all came To me today, Offering support to release. Offering gratitude. Trust, they said, Well done... ...Mother Earth, Father Sky, The Totems, Elements and The Four Directions, and The many Mentors. I wept like a child, innocent and free. Realized, Enlightened, but I am staying... As I do: honoring sovereignty, bearing witness, shining a light, offering wisdom. For, It is My Greatest Excitement. I took The porch candle out, The school bus passing just as I take My stance. (Movie in My Head) Child says, You were the one, on the porch. I say, You, more importantly, were the one on the bus... ...should have never got on that bus.
Jesus. He was obviously there too. The mentor, brother, and the least understood and most misrepresented member of our ascended clan of Masters. Just be yourself/ourselves, we can’t control, nor would we want to, how the audience takes it, hears it, twists the light for manipulative purposes. Those who would tell you what to do/believe, rather than simply continuing to be themselves – regardless of your response – these are the Angels among men, the stewards of freedom, and ye shall know them/us by their love, by our love.
Finally, this piece is a personal creed of sorts. It is also an acknowledgement of my partnerships and agreements with my dear friends, mentors, and cocreators. We all stay, in our own way, here – for now, forging the best of our creations, to manifest, with ease and joy, parallel New Earths – what some humans call Heaven. Would that all embodied humans would choose to do the same here and now.
Jesus never did give nothing to the human that he didn't, didn't already have... (a play on the song, Tin Man, by America)