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A Tribute to Howard Carew

DO YOU WANT TO PLAY AGAIN?

Howard Francis Carew may have
passed,
But he is still
present
to me!


He could be as stubborn as a ‘ol goat,
Yet he could be as playful as a kitten.

Sometimes tense and stressed,
Sometimes content and blessed.

Unwineding in front of QandA,
He participated in democracy and had his say,
He joined Civil Liberties as freedom is The Way,
He stood up when many sat down to chatter,
Complaining that their views don’t matter.

Yet he would cast another vote in his
Letters to The Editor at the Canberra Times,
Stirring opinion pieces and comments
tackling social justice issues with a conscience vote.

For this was his Question Time in the Parliament of public opinion raising issues…

Examples:

  • He found the light rail heavily indebted running down side tracks.
  • Social housing was sold off lock stock and barrel as privatisation profits over public spending ignoring those most in need, 
    Such is the greed,
    For the right to housing is auctioned off  

    to bleed the highest bidder not the most needy to consider!  
    He suggested long term land ownership as collateral for a house and prohibited profiting by resale.
  • The Australian Defence Association took offense as he called out their humbug, inaction, misogyny and indefensible, filming of an ADFA female cadet.
  • He writes of Trump flattering Scomo as a Titanium Man.  He agreed, defining titanium as low-density, highly corrosion-resistant
    low weight and just the politician to go to war over Saudi Arabia. 
  • When it comes to Aged Care he said our politicians see no evil, hear no evil and say no evil – as denial is not a river in Egypt!
    Come the next election candidates spruik their wares – who cares?
    He grows weary asking pollies what they personally tried to do to rectify the cruel treatment of our senior citizens.

For when Howard witnessed the rorting, deception, corruption and cruel treatment he stood up to be counted!

Whether you like him or not,
Agree or disagree,
He stirs so you take a position with a decision,
He stood his ground believing he was right,
Freedom of speech was his journalistic plight,
For democracy dies when good people say nothing.

He played the game of chance and took risks,
He believed in playing the winning game,
Yet laying his cards on the table for all to see,
He understood the strategic lay of the land,
He took a gamble when the chips were down,
He won the argument putting highly paid barristers to shame in dishonest games,
As he was bowling for those hard done by,
He was bridging the gap by lending a hand,
He was dependable and solid,
He was a friend in times of need.

He didn’t like bullies on the take,
To fight fair was his name sake,
And loyalty was his shield at Carew Castle
as he equalised the playing field,

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Standing up for truth against the odds,
He got a hole in one!
Was that luck or skill?
Or his eye on the ball?
He was real!

All for one and one for all was his call,
For he was a knight in shining armour,
Taking his seat at King Arthur’s Roundtable.

In this life he made his own way,
His Irish eyes were smiling,
A linotype operator setting the print at the Canberra Times
one word at a time,
To one day write in print about the times in Canberra.

He was no fool,
He didn’t always play by the rules,
He was playing his own game.

A driving instructor at Abbey Driving School,
Guiding road rules with duel controls,
A patient teacher he was no  preacher,
Patiently directing you drive in the right gear.

A printer and graphic designer self-taught,
He made muster in colour or lack lustre, plain, glossy or buff,
Rapid Print in ink to Apple Graphics in digital,
As the printing press gave way to bits & bytes
from communication to information technology,
The tradesman must become the technocrat!

In the end he began to comprehend,
The real lay of the land was to look again,
To discover the great Australian heart land,
For the land is our family,
Carew means Fort on the Hill,
As the one name bestows the motto
‘I Hope Well’


The coat of arms symbolises to take a higher perspective in the flow of life,
To see further than self-interest is the kite,

He became more introspective to in-sight,
He was loyal
…to the end,
He was royal
… a true friend,
As he castled the last chess piece,
His last move was classic,
He went to bed to rest his head,
Albeit to rest in peace,
To awaken to his family all around him,
To finally meet his long lost father,
To discover it is not game over.

God says …
Do You Want to Play Again Howie?

How could he refuse to take another chance on romance,
For life in essence is the love song and the love story of heart break or glory,
And death is a cover story for a renewable life.

So we close the book now on his final chapter,
A Chapter Three Court of Human Rights,
To discover claiming the right to be human is to care and share,
And this is what in the end
Advances Australia Fair.

I love you dad!


I suggested this song for my dad’s funeral and it was played as a reflection.
“Anytime you need a friend”. (Mariah Carey)
I was always his friend, I knew him in his soul.
He is with me and our love is deeper.
My father sent me another song which told me why he died I kept hearing it every time I went silent. We have to go through our challenges.

The Death Cult Amuses Itself to Death

There are those who amuse themselves to death, these are the ones who enjoy death and destruction.  That is their passion.  There are those who defend the indefensible as profit is all that matters.  Life is a bottom line and the impact on society is a side issue.

I am going to sit with this as I listen to Roger Waters. I feel inspired to write a poem.

First to Roger Waters … Perfect Sense to set the scene behind the insanity we call normal.

My poem inspired by my awakening to power that is not at peace with itself. It’s actions make perfect sense in the light of understanding where we are at.

You may want to ponder the Fool… what is the outcome of the Fool… awakening us to what?

DEATH CULT PEDALLED AS PEACE-MEAL


Reframing death as depopulation sustains,

Dehumanising as superiority speaks,

Sending innocent soldiers into wars

Recurring nightmares as trauma haunts war crimes pedalled as patriotism,

Post traumatic stress becomes a nightly bed fellow of hot sweats then cold,

Seeing a hundred yard stare in the eyes of the enemy now blank and empty,

A corpse shell shocked
not a human being
honoured.

War is the war against God?

As only those who believe in enemies see a Godless world,

A world of hell and brimstone of firey hatred finds devils in challenges to power,

To remember that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Healthy bodies of perfection from a mother’s undying love,

Returned as memories burning embers of never ending pain of loss,

For they were placed in harms way on a whim and the sin of oiling the wheels of industry
without conscience as they are disposable like built in obscelecense,

Weapons render the human mangled, strangled, disfigured, deformed, disabled and obliterated in wars with reason and frontiers without tears,

For young soldiers are ordered to clean the area,

Pick up the limbs, fingers, feet, burned flesh as they gasp overwhelmed by the repugnant putrid smell at the Gates of hell,

Is this the planned outcome?


For who profits from mayhem, carnage, terrorism and total despair?

Who will repair a lost family, a fallen friend or a desolate city?

As they walked stunned unable to feel humanity as it has been blasted to hell and back,

Can you see man’s inhumanity to man?

Brother to brother?

Father to son?

Generations that will never come,

home.

What of the puppet masters?

These are the ones that orchestrate the wars as games,

They send other to do their cruel bidding as they strategically play the game,

And ask

… And another?

They stand righteous with contempt of criticism as if war is always a Just War when one is on the right side of God,

Keep the band playing, keep the PR spinning webs of subterfuge, keep the same narrative repeating and the sheep will follow the wolf to slaughter,

As the dragon sends in flame throwers to burn the evidence without trace elements,

Brings in high powered weapons to avoid the Geneva Conventions,

For there are no wounded only living or dying!

Stunned or crying,

As families are obliterated over generations in civil society,

Soldiers in the great wars were never sent into combat with family members to spare mothers the pain of such a clamity and preventing the end of bloodlines,

Yet civilians do not have any special privileges or protections,

They are exposed, vulnerable and defenseless against violent extremism,

As the commander regards conscience as reflection and will not move one inch out of weakness,
He is doing his job!


In the strategic chaos to win markets not friends,

Innocent people traumatised are shaking, screaming, filled with anxious fear,

For there are those who gain pleasure from pain,

As ritual satanic abuse is normalised in the pursuit of power as a dark mass attack,

Raping for self gratification in a theatre of war that is not a show and tell,

As secret societies, cults are disciplined in hierarchies of rules, oaths and allegiances,

Children are rounded up in a fox hunt as objects or things are non humans,

In third world countries there are no birth certificates as so many are missing in action,

They are transported to the ONE ring,

Child trafficking, poppy cultivation, prostitution, arms are the industries of narcissism where thorns are horns as they surrender to violence as the final arbiter over life and death,

The crown of thorns sinks deep into the weeping widows destitution,

Forced to prostitute to feed their children as they are rejected and isolated as dirty and unkept.

The Masters use words as prose to cultivate loyal patriotism, liberating democracy and our freedoms as if personally called by a clarion call of winged angels,

They craft a vision of doing the bidding for the highest good,

For words are empty when devoid of true compassion,

And the lust for war leaves millions languishing in the fall out of the silent spring of depleted uranium,

As everything touched turns to stone,

For this is NOT the philosopher’s stone when stone is unmoved and unchanging,

It is the grave stone or wooden cross marking the spot where a beast has trampled the down trodden.

All is seen from a higher perspective,

And the circle will complete,

As what you do to a brother or sister returns to your feet,

For to live on your knees is to ask for forgiveness not utter ‘will I go to hell?’

For to purify is to acknowledge the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God,

As the trinity is the three fold flame of love, compassion and truth,

The four horseman is HOPE – Honesty, Oneness, Peace and Enjoyment,

For you must atone for the sin of hatred, ignorance and ruthlessness as the victims are demanding Justice,

Beyond the grave the are inspiring change,

A New World of Infinite Grace,

Where the good, the holy and the beautiful take the reins of what was unruly,

For we are to bring this so called heaven to earth,

We are to seek for peace and reconciliation,

For the world is war weary and the climate has changed,

As we won’t stand by and allow the wanton trashing of human life and our planet,

We push forward and reclaim our lands as stewards,

Ownership was the fear of not enough and freedom is the gift of grace,

For it is time for the human race,

To surrender to love,

For this is the dove that is looking for somewhere to land,

For all return to the Centre peace,

On time..

Some songs from Roger Walters that bring the feeling back to those stone cold. You are called to come home to

…. sanity.

What does God want…?

Are you Amused to Death ….?

The Fool’s Journey Home to Peace

I felt inspired to write this today.  What we fear we create.  When we own it we change the outcome and indeed the future for children.

Before reading the poem below here are two trailers that connect to it.  The first is Hackshaw Ridge, the US soldier who saved lives rather than ending them. He asked god ‘one more…’ Every life is precious.  The second is a scene out of Star Wars when Luke sees himself in Darth Vader. There is great wisdom in films when you are open to truth.

The poem is to awaken the force as those seen as the Fool discovers the journey home. Truth is the pathway. Whistle-blowers are the way showers.

 

THE FOOLS JOURNEY HOME TO PEACE

I sit in a café feeling inspired,

The fire of my inquiry licks at the wood that is called the forest,

For we only see the wood for the trees,

We cannot see nature and its intimate wisdom that stands still,

For all to see,

But many do not hear the whisper on the winds of time,

That we must change or fall,

For how can one hear a tree fall in the forest if we no longer exist.

 

I find my road is off the beaten track,

I have taken the side road,

Albeit a track less travelled,

For I must find my way through the jungle alone,

For the dark night of the soul was confronting all fear,

40 days in the desert was to confront the rings of fear,

For there are many rings causing fear in this world

Of confusion.

 

I feel I have journeyed for many lifetimes in the ONE,

I have stood in many shoes feeling their feelings,

For humanity is where we are the same same but different,

Dictatorship demands those different be the same and not different,

And these are the polarities of climate change anchoring to determine a new direction,

The trick is to sense which way the wind blows in this play,

It can blow hot then cold or cold then hot as if a fever,

For our world is out of balance as it searches to recalibrate homeostasis,

For nature is the final arbiter in this argument that was an opportunity,

For disruption can be an opportunity to see oneself, to jump the track, to become uncomfortable as the rhythm of routine is disrupted,

As events are orchestrated by a conductor or some may say, a wizard,

For he seeks an endless yellow brick road believing gold is of value,

For in the end he will cash in the chips to discover he was fooled by the gold,

For all that glitters is not gold some may say,

To be good as gold is what glitters sparkles in an amplified light,

To know thyself is the Fool’s Gold,

It is the wisdom of the Fool that invites you to play,

To have a say for you are the creator of reality,

And the world turns up in this image,

What image are you creating? 

A world of terror, insecurity and threat for your children?

Or a world of security, infinite possibility and sustainability for all children?

As the universe is your voting booth,

It cannot be rigged or interfered with as real outcomes arise from intention,

What you intend will manifest if you believe and then see,

For watching t.v. manifests an alternate reality that you see then believe,

And this is the mirror of opposites,

It is the distorted mirror exaggerating, elongating, minimising who you think you are,

For when you look in the mirror to see you

only you can know you.

 

The Jester wears the diamonds as a chessboard as we all make moves,

We all contrast, differ, argue and fight as we seek the light of understanding to lead us out of confusion,

So re-member: It is not to avoid the fight but to stand out in the crowd to find the middle ground,

For at the centrepoint you will find room for all views as 360 degrees frees the mason,

For the Philosophers stone is not chiselled but shape changed by truth,

Purity can not emerge from cultures of abuse called defence changing rules of engagement,

To engage in the truth means to look at you as there is no enemy but unquestioned thoughts believed as true,

For the truth will never advocate abuse, incarceration, torture or extra judicial killings,

Hacksaw is not to remove the leg but to remember true faith that one is not in control,

For those experiencing the soul as less believe in full spectrum dominance and excess,

As greed is the addiction unquestioned,

Business-as-usual refuses to break containment of the slave trade,

As slavery in all its forms can be called freedom yet free dominion is free will,

And we are all given free will whether punished or not,

Human nature is free to love or not,

Human experience is free to fight wars or find peace,

For we must travel our journey through who we are not (psalm 23) to find the enlightenment of who we are,

And all take this journey whether they fight God or not,

For when you fight it always hurts,

When you love it expands the play,

For to play with life is to find your life purpose has meaning,

For this is a meaningfull life when you see to look into your world book.

 

My story book is a Fool for Peace,

It can be read with suspicion,

It can be read with intelligence,

It can be read with intrigue or mystery,

It can be read top to bottom or bottom to top,

Perhaps sampled by topic of interest or deleted,

As you choose,

For I am you,

You are me,

And each must play a part,

In creating eternity.

 

For this is the infinity symbol,

Of Omni,

It is a sign wave,

When we focus it becomes a particle no longer in theory,

What you think about you bring about (Universal Law of Attraction),

What you resists persists and what you look at disappears (see through illusion),

As the truth sets you free to see past resistance perfectly,

For to fight against always invites in,

This is the Yin and Yang of war and peace,

To focus on what you want determines happiness or continued drama,

As choice is a vote,

A vote determines if the boat floats or the Titanic sinks,

The think tank reveals addiction to materialism and the fear of not enough as the core problem,

Yet your happy destiny is unavoidable when you believe and then see,

So what you believe will enslave you or set you free,

To see there are no masters and no servants only possibilities…

To be or not to be

free!

As this was always the quintessential Question of Philosophers,

Turning water into wine as an elixir to shape change the Philosophers stone masons on Temple Mount into free masons discovering the truth is unconditional love,

As the gentle dove of peace frees a divided Jerusalem, frees the City of London from magic circles (rings) and frees the Vatican to unite as Adam (atom) is Eve (beginning) touching Creation in reunification to find true love in equality,

For 3:3:3 is trinity, triune and three fold flame of completion of the Fool’s Journey,

For you can only be the Fool when you be true to yourself,

As the self made whole is diversity in unity,

As we are meant to be same same but different.

Life is the mirror not the mask,

The Fool wears the mask to pull off the mask of false faces to reveal,

Luke Skywalker is Darth Vader when he fights against himself
he becomes divided and unconscious within,

When he awakens the soul-force denial fades and he reveals the terror-ist within,

For Galactic peace dawns in the realisation that there is ‘no other’,

And in the end the last decision is to love ‘all that is’,

For the dove is waiting on your welcome …home,

To this veritable sustainable

Garden of Eden.

The Good News About George Pell

 

THANK GOD FOR THE JUSTICE OF THE PEACE

Thank God for Justice,

For justice must not be seen to be done,

It must be done.

 

Trials,

Appeals,

Re-trials,

Legal loopholes,

Disputing the jury,

Transferring courts,

Delaying verdicts,

Secrecy,

Privacy,

Delays real closure,

For those abused by injustice.

 

Justice is not about the letter of the law,

Pain is not healed by clinical and cynical legal recriminations,

Abuse is not rectified by big payouts and condemnation,

Only awakening the perpetrator to truth prevents future harm,

For this is where true closure can be found
as calm arising to remember Psalm 23 …

“I am the shepherd who brings well-being and abundant prosperity; my rule is just…. so that the strong might not oppress the weak, and that even the orphan and the widow might be treated with justice…”

 

Delaying justice is injustice,

Protecting perpetrators is not a rite of passage,

As children abused indiscriminately are target practice,

According no rights across the annals of time.

 

Paedophilia is a mental illness that blights human rights within impunity not purity,

Truth and love is the rod and staff healing the fallen on the path to salvation,

For it is the truth that sets you free even in purgatory,

The truth can be hell when seen to be unclean,

To realise the meek will inherit the earth,

The high and mighty will fall on swords without shields,

As religion should not protect reputations but confess all sins in open inquiries,

As victims of child ritual abuse pray to God for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to be told without delay or silent contrition,

As this must be met by decisive action not concealment or permission,

It is only truth that is anointed (not appointed) by the chosen few who speak up with courage,

As the Clarion Call exposes all participating in the ONE global ring,

For no-one is above natural lore,

No-one has immunity when impurity is a crime against humanity,,

For little children are not laughing but crying to be heard in the dark of their night,

Holy Communion is to go within and confess your trespasses against them,

For the greatest helplessness is the power of fear in the powerful,

For they are drunk on the elixir of power without faith,

One cannot fool the child who looked into your eyes crying and screaming,

For there was no mercy or sanctity in brutal acts of self-gratifying power,

One cannot purify the stains and then drink the blood of Christ,

As pain burns for a life time not as a candle but a unrelenting flame,

For the burning bush finds clues in the embers,

As the highest arbiter holds the holy cup of water to rebalance emotional trauma as justice feels for the centre peace,

As clarions are held by Archangels trumpeting divine will,

The holy verdict is that abuse is no longer tolerated in a civil society or good governance,

No-one projecting power is above the law,

To fear no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil

but to live in the light as nature intended.

 

The Catholic Church must travel through the shadow of the valley of death,

The shadow is what is denied,

Death occurs when reborn into the Christ light,

As revelations of sexual abuse in the papacy reveal sexual repression and exploitation,

To kiss the ring is the hierarchy of men believing they are ‘holier than thou’
when all are equal in truth,

For it is time for the Vatican to come clean about buried treasures,

To reveal who is the Keeper of the Keys?

A Merchant of Venice or money lender?

For is Order disorder?

Is allowance surrender?

For the Holy Grail is not found in trinkets, goblets, jewels donated as indulgences,

It is the transmutation from negative to positive peace,

As a violet flame,

Purifying distorted beliefs to realise the peace that passeth all understanding,

For the Christ-in-the-mass is the levy of public opinion establishing real standards,

For we must stand with the sword of truth,

To cut through lies and deception,

We must ensure justice is done,

To ensure faith in the legal system,

As it is time to wipe the slate of the Roman statute clean,

For the good, the holy and the beautiful can only be felt when what is hidden is revealed,

For secrecy is repugnant not only in a democracy but in truth,

For to confess is to shift a great burden which requires no proof,

As freedom is in freedom from fear,

Freedom from guilt,

Freedom from the lie of divinity,

As the church is not holy when ecumenical cooperation becomes a shroud,

For this is the dark cloud,

That is now clearing,

For good.

 

 

 

 

 

The End Times are a New Beginning

I use the Christian wording as many believe this is the End.  it is not.

My poem is below.

 

THE END TIMES ARE SYMBOLIC OF A NEW BEGINNING


The earth from space is breathless magnificence,

The third planet from the sun,

Is a library with infinite records,

Sifted through archaeological digs,

Carbon dating,

Papyrus leaves,

Inscriptions, encodings, etchings,

As the past tells a story of the future,

The question is are you listening to his story or her story?

For as the ice caps melt they are poles apart.

 

Life is a harmonic blueprint we did not design,

Humility worshipped magnificence beyond comprehension,

As all needs were supplied like clock work,

As the earth rotates around the sun,

It appears the sun rotates around the earth,

As night follows day,

The earth faces the sun or turns away,

What holds us on the earth is a gravitational pull that we take for granted,

As it has always been this way,

Yet the earth is a moving body alive circling and cycling as part of cosmic events,

We call the 12 phases of the moon one year,

Yet it is the sun blocked by the earth in phase as the moon rotates in 24 of what is called hours,

All arbitrary numbers to map what we see and then believe,

To make sense of our universe without knowing the sphere,

For it appears we are at the centre point.

 

To travel beyond the speed of light away from the earth,

To move beyond space and time,

Could we arrive before we start?

If we were to return before we start,

What world would we create given what we know?

 

We remember his story of conquest, murder and control

Historically recorded as victories,

We remember her story of community, life bearing and surrender,

Historically left unrecorded as night follows day,

For what is taken for granted is not a role but nurturing the nature of future generations,

This is given.

 

We look upon our planet from a great distance and we see those into control,

The puppet masters pulling the strings behind the scenes,

Never seen or heard as secrecy is the silent weapon of this war,

Those re-writing the news, investing in instruments of war, never sleeping,

This is the cap stone,

For they are left unchallenged as money is God and artificial intelligence knows not truth,

For those Godless have no power to determine their destiny as unconsciousness living the lie,

For to lie to ONEself is the highest betrayal,

The all seeing eye is consciousness awakening to love,

Placing a cap on trade as true abundance is balance not greed,

Greed is the genetically modified seed of humanity’s destruction.

 

Slavery begins when we believe in powerlessness,

Abuse shows when we believe we have no say,

Violence grows where hope used to believe

as we force others to change in our image,

For we have not known the wisdom of the dream,

The silent peace of surrender,

The silent prayer of acceptance,

That accepts night follows day aware that the truth is the earth revolves around the sun,

For those who know are not in control of the moment they simply surrender to it,

For they know not what will come as they do not need to know,

For how can one control what is out of control as it always flows to the source,

Life is not on a need to know basis as information comes at the right moment,

Just as water turns into wine as the elixir of life is both the highs and the lows,

To align the planets is to realise the precision of the equinoxes as homeostasis,

As real power has no control only allowance of nature returning to the still point,

For nature is the real spectrum without dominance where all is done beyond space and time,

As the sum of the parts in-forms the whole,

The whole is the sum of the parts,

For there is nothing apart in unity,

Unity is a simple recognition that there is no separation in the universe,

As all are ONE no matter the primitive beliefs of the few puppets acting as masters,

For it is not possible to control the full spectrum,

As this is the rainbow bridge,

It is not possible to buy up all spectrum,

As how can one own the colours that inform the light,

For you cannot own what is natural for how can you own your hand or leg?

Ownership was always about the control by those who do not know

themselves.

 

To know thyself are the words remembered when one returns before they arrive,

These words are carved into deep library walls entombing silence,

For silent wars fight against universal wisdom that silently encodes survival as a blue-print,

As the blue planet is not at war with itself as echo systems are feedback loops,

For it is not survival of the fittest that wins,

it is the evolution of those who love without condition,

for this is unconditional love allowing change without resistance,

Evol-u-it-on reversed is no-it-u-love.

 

For the purpose of the journey is to come home not to leave the planet,

For Planet X is XX not XY, as X marks the spot at this cross road,

It is to rebalance the Y with X as a decision for equality as this is homeostasis or balance naturally aligning with life,

It is to kiss and make up surrendering to love not war,

As those at war know not love,

Rome was never built in a day yet empires always fall,

And the path to Jerusalem is to remember the teachings on the Mount,

Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall know God,

Jerusalem is not a place it is the symbol of a birth,

Birthing love as the true saviour of our world.

 

For no-one is chosen ONE simply chooses to love under all conditions,

This is to choose love and love is God,

There are no favourites, no superior or inferior only the one family learning to love,

For you know not what you do when you separate a unified field of sunflowers,

There is no them or us only us in this game of hide and seek,

There is no enemy only potential friends,

Did one not say ‘love is the answer’ yet so many forget this simple precept,

It is not a concept but love in action that includes every ONE as part of the self made whole,

It matters not the colour, class, creed or greed – all reflects diversity as unity,

For this is the true message that came down through the annals of time,

But did you hear the message preached by so many so long ago?

There is nothing to fear but fear itself,

FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real.

 

The greatest power is in gentle compassion,

Be like little children look at life with innocence,

Be quick to forgive, let go of control and enjoy the moment as it is,

For clowns remember the child within laughing and playing,

For life is not a serious business it is enlightenment when you lighten up,

Yet can you find the light in the dark I venture?

Can you let go of control and find inner peace?

For this is the light seeking you,

And you are seeking the light,

Yet it cannot be found in things, in power, in control or war,

It is found in silence when the wars have stopped,

For one can stand on a hill and recite great parables,

Endlessly repeated in stories but not realised,

For until you leave the palace of security you cannot find real peace in uncertainty,

For you must venture past the walls of your own making into the forest of vulnerability,

You must cross the rainbow bridge to meet with the people on the other side,

For you cannot unify the realm until you live the same as all others,

For until you walk in the shoes of another you cannot know their plight,

It is said the meek that inherit the earth,

The meek are without ego or agenda as they are over 21.

 

You can surveil, gather data and reach for full spectrum dominance,

But peace will never be found in the instruments of control,

So consider the Lillies of the field they neither toil nor spin,

They are just being themselves as night follows day.

 

This is the clarion call to those who are listening for truth not proof or evidence,

Consider this a reminder to re-member your humanity,

Contemplate this as an invitation to be the change you wish to see in the world,

For if not you then who? If not now then when?

For what you do to another returns to the self,

As night follows day or day follows night,

For you cannot fight nature and you can never win,

For life is not a battle ground but a field of infinite possibilities,

As our life is to open to the enlightenment of nature,

Nature spins but never toils as the soils are alluvial gold,

The real gold is not in money but in the realisation that you cannot eat gold,

For nature is sustainability as homeostasis recalibrating as the greatest disruption,

As the central sun is the sundial and the inner wheel,

As you did not create the uni-verse the one song created you,

For until you sing the one song in harmony

you will not recognise the real word in the uni-verse,

So as I sing this song to you I re-member the verse as ONE word:

 

Who AM I?

I AM that which I AM,

I am you,

You are me,

Can you see eternity in the blade of grass?

Can you feel unity in the whispering wind?

Can you know life as the gift of grace?

For s/he is we created in equality,

Growing together in a Garden of Eden,

For to know the Garden is to honour each variety,

To Judge not as good or bad but a given,

For heaven is in love,

And love is life,

In peace.

For peace is the ONE word

re-membering life as God or

God as life.

 

I send you peace and love,

As this is the ONE religion that unifies all worlds

beyond space and time.

 

 

The crystal Senenite is described below. I didn’t realise how powerful it is.

These 9 Things about Selenite Will Blow your Mind

by Ceida UilycJune 19, 2019

These 9 Things about Selenite Will Blow your Mind

One of the few purification crystals that can also amplify the power of other crystals, selenite is a white to orange gemstone that opens your highest chakras. Selenite can absorb evil energies and transform you. Today we will learn selenite facts dug from the secret vaults of expert crystal users. If you’re smitten by selenite, this is all you need to get started as a professional selenite user.

Ready to find out all the selenite secrets?

Table of Contents:

What Is Selenite?

9 Things About Selenite You Never Knew