Honestly, that’s exactly what went through my head as I was prepping yet another poetry piece to post, and both in one day! I did have a lover once who read Pablo Neruda to me, and it inspired my own love poems…but it really isn’t my thing to vet and post poetry here. Except for the fact that now, who I am seems far distant from anyone I’ve been in this whole lifetime. Maybe even from just last week.
So why now? Why did these writings catch my attention?
Well, I suppose the obvious answer is that I look at world events pretty much every day. If I’m not engaged in a necessary life task somewhere, I’m online, looking at stuff. I wonder if my lack of interest in most of the news as it’s reported was just an appetizer for being able to let go of all of that completely. I do quite like that idea.
Who isn’t ready to let go of 3D? And duality! Although I wonder if we have any clue what it looks like to not have duality. That’s probably a whole ‘nother volume of discussion and contemplation.
Anyway, the God’s Confession piece touches on some deep beliefs we might have about what darkness really is. It actually soothes my heart that holders of darkness, and in fact, including The Chief Holder of Darkness, they’re simply playing a role, and one that’s being directed by The One, Prime Creator, The Universe, God, The Great Mystery.
I favor that last descriptor most of all, because there’s an infallible truth to it. And the heart-soothing part is that redemption is always available. Not every apparent human on the planet is actually an ensouled biological unit. Those who are not seem to have the mission of being a disruptor of some sort, potentially serving as a catalyst and conduit for actual humans to engage in some kind of FAFO situation from which we gain experience and wisdom.
Imagine it…the most absolutely irritating people in our lives might be placed there intentionally…by we ourselves? Maybe. Hard to wrap the mind around that level of self-abuse for the sake of personal spiritual expansion. What if the “people” we most think of as jerks, for whatever reason, are placed in our lives to meet some purpose or other?
We do get to choose how we respond to negative stimuli. Adopt or rebel? We do often try to ignore, not always successfully. Some irritants are maddeningly persistent, and we may just want to be left alone to live our lives as we see fit. When that becomes an impossibility, a fight is in the offing.
That begs the question of whether our experiences are all about growth and learning, or they aren’t. Some of them (maybe a whole lot of them) are sent our way to keep us from reaching our best by perpetuating events that are designed to keep our frequency from going much of anywhere. Life in general can seem that way.
Lightworkers do have a baseline that really never will be dipped below, though. That’s just a given. Being able to navigate a steady course through the treacherous waters of disclosure is another thing, and all while doing our best to maintain whatever level of comfort we’ve crafted for ourselves and our families.
Dang, we’re good!
The other poem, The Cascade…it speaks to potentially the most important issue facing humanity at this time:
The juiciest part of my recent personal revelations, though, was preceded by hearing Bashar talk about the hybrids who are currently here, working and living among us. Those ones will be our first face-to-face contact, and in my vision, those ones are who’ll be taking over the heavy lifting for we who are primed and ready to flipping retire, thank-you-very-much. It really felt like relief in my body when that little gem came through.
Pretty much then, armed with that piece of guidance (which I embrace with much enthusiasm), I’m all good with being able to move on (to Galactic / higher dimensional life) if it actually is going to take more years than many of us have left until we’re living the Golden Age. With those predictions of what, 2035? 2050? Did you say to yourself, “Sweet mother of pearl, what the heck is that?”
I did.
If that were true, it would mean that we’ve been living through difficult growing pains that will only benefit future generations. I’m all for living mindfully so that our descendants thrive, but that entirely selfless scenario does not vibe with me. We are not sacrificial lambs.
So we keep showing up for our lives, and our daily mental and spiritual focus may shift right along with what’s happening with our bodies. I’d like it if that transition was nice and easy for us all, and we certainly have been given the time and the tools to clear, or at least to mitigate our issues…but it’s kind of a crap shoot how it’ll be on an individual basis.
I don’t know if poetry will continue to be the medium that catches my attention, but today, this is so.
