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This information is awakening. Thank you for putting it out here.

I find it probable we are so ready for this change that there will be a recognition & a surfacing of love in an energetic force. Light has its own capacity to meet & vanquish darkness & I see much in the world which will simply no longer exist once its spectrum is gone. The other side, we might agree, is “going down,” There will be a lot more options opening once that one disappears (like an old radio that no longer picks up a station …)

We arrived in this predicament / entanglement & helped in its recognition – the “re-thinking” of an old concept, good vs. evil. But this re-examination brings us to the edges of our humanity. All these centuries of evil & light has always paced it. Light is outpacing it now & I may be naive, yet I’ll tag along with light rather than its alternative.

Darkness is a tech rapidly being outpaced by that of Light. The contracts are voided & now being voiced. Replaced.

Those changes accompanied by science? Once it is grasped that the science has been so loaded against life, the scales will tip as trust turns inside out.

Nothing about this is simple, but I believe much has been done to render it harmless because the changes in magnetics, in light frequency, in color spectra, will all have an effect on this physical body. There is so much change already in motion – either grab the safety strap or grab for the gold ring.

Choose the outcome you wish to see because our faces have been forced into “theirs” too many times. We can’t achieve the new (never seen before by anyone near our generations) with present thinking. That’s a venerable given. Making the leap toward what we want is what humans usually do, after all.

My best to you & keep your news coming!

Seven Summer Samauri

(2020 Isn’t Even Over.)

 

(1)

Doldrums not dolphins

Lockdown, not “Hey, stop down!”

 I have arrived

In my earliest summer mornings

I am relaxed…

 Body memory takes me back

Anatomically, a switch fires:

I am hanging clothes for Mom in the backyard,

Alongside the Little House.

 This is experience, not memory.

I can tie it to the other summer mornings on my belt & move on.

(1)a   Sense

I have the Sense that time is playing peek-a-boo

Time meant “life” as we knew it

Before the Ides of March arrived on the 23rd here…when

Time actually became a worthless currency – erased from the face of the clocks.

(What did it matter when we took off our pajamas?)

We had time all over our hands, dripping off, unimportant, schedules erased, through no fault of our own.

It ran off the clock in inky blackness we tried to catch & put back up. Instead we were made to wash our hands of all of it.

Time wasn’t money…but it was worth it.

We backed into not knowing the next of it

Days passed, even cravings vanished eventually, let alone news accuracy.

It began to feel “right” to seal inside – of course I can always say

it’s part of the heat signature, if asked.

I don’t know about you, but I didn’t plan for the world to fall asunder,

At least as I’d known it.

All the bubbles are popping

All the soap operas ushering on their fat ladies with sweeping bows.

Mom always said, “Have six month’s expenses in the bank.” Ah! The description of a dream of my very own!

Between the moments of evolution & the next Emergence of holy life

We stand poised, yet learning by discovery (as always)

You live by your prayers, your wits, your altered (alerted) senses, until you live by habit, by rote; all alike as box stores at the edges of scintillant consciousness.

(2)

Biblical

Again cornered with un-betokened dark news

Clothing myself in worded Psalms!

O, Lord! Added to the  head of the line.

(3)

My Arrival

Is the short reply to a long-awaited answer.

Mystery a lá Alchemy

Finding at the end of “What was I thinking?” a

Long, drawn-out “Ohhh.”

(4)

My Arrival II

A resounding & magical “Amen” to all my prayers

(humble as they were, they were mine)

As a Traveler of Words, I evolve quickly,

Like, with a wish.

(5)

My Arrival III

There is no GPS in heaven – you either know where

You’re going, or you leave.

Some of us agreed to be the leavers

Some of us travel lightly across worlds

In no particular order other than within.

(6)

A Theatre of Words

One letter shy of encompassment –

An Imprimatur emerges in my life

I acknowledge my me as the only one

& thus the best.

My next moments are spent

Tagging the universe & running away.

(7)

I’m Here!

I was waiting for the Light. I was watching it magnify around me

As one by one by solitary one, all the descriptions I might have for it

Melted away to simply standing still.

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