I know, I have been away and busy, but all of you are never far from my heart. Thus thinking of you, I wanted to share the song of creation I knew, with the hope you too would add your own verse and voice.
The other night I dreamed a dream of creation. I felt like a small child listening to Spirit sing to me as darkness settled in. I was so touched by the message and the song I wanted to share with you that which I felt, knew, and dreamed.
{{Life is our stage, and we are the actors, here in this moment, to live out the experiences, consequences and ramifications that we open to, or take part in, or become one with. When the individual rises above the little powers of the flesh they know, there is a greater dream and wonders waiting for them, waiting and yet to be lived. Discernment opens our eyes and moves us out of the places of judgments in which we hide.
Love is our center and home. Love is what we return to. Knowing only as we love our self, are we able to love those around us. Then with pure heart we must understand how we define Love. Love will ride strong and clear on the breaths intent in the worlds we created, as the choice to love or not, is ours. So when our hearts are confused, we need but return to love to find wholeness within. Knowing in the place between breaths, where the pause lingers between worlds, we are born with the remembrance of a home far away that shows us who we are.
Feeling vulnerable and humbled I moved with the sound of a hushed whisper and found I sang the song Spirit had through life times been singing to me. As my breath left me with words of the eternal song of Spirit, I knew I would never be the same. I returned to the flesh made form and I knew I would always be one with love, no matter how far from home I went. With greater understanding I opened to all that was, and wept as I sang the only song I knew.
Song of Spirit, Breathe through me. Breathe with wholeness into my heart and soul. Never let me forget, Breath of Spirit, Love eternal is who I am. Wash me in the creation of the greater dream. Flow ever through this one. May our reflections grow like trumpet vines, as we search out the fullness of the dream. Song of Spirit, Breathe through me. Breathe with wholeness into my heart and soul as I open yet more to thee in me. }}
Thank you for your lovely Song of Creation. It's good to see you here again.
It seems to me that you spend much time in the world of Spirit and that you follow the guidance you receive there.
As you say in your lyrics, Spirit working through us, and our recognition that Spirit is working through us, opens us more to the Oneness we are with Spirit/God/Goddess/All That Is. And also, as you say, it is the only song we really know.
Singing that song and being aware of that song, does strengthen it. I find that if I sing any other song (which would be of the ego) my joy is lessened, and my way becomes difficult. So... why struggle? Why not just tune in to the only song there is and have our way made straight?
Thanks for this reminder of our choice for love my friend. And may your day today be filled with wonder.
Hi Chris Yes, Being in union and co-creation, knowing we are the breath of Spirit having a human moment for growing, I find often I am both in and out of this world...so to speak. Was teaching class the other day on channeling and self empowerment and found as we all move within our Intent,,,our intentions follow offering us a different view of what we call reality. An old saying goes, Where ever there is a large pile of dog poop, there is also a large dog wagging its tail. In other words focus in important as you know what to embrace, hold on to, and let go of. Co- creation becomes a shared journey. Was in my earth circle the other day and the message I got from Mother Earth seemed so simple and yet profound.
Her Message to me is below
""""As the woman she lay in her earth circle and simultaneously as the large silver and black ebony bird she flew in the wind, Mother Earth, with her breath, took the whole of the woman and the bird in, and spoke these words to the feathered child’s Being. “Child, You have come far on a long journey through many life times. Sorrow embraces joy as do the seasons embrace each other. When one gets lost in the limits, they can not see the distance before them. A breaking heart is much like a cocoon opening to the butterfly. When you give yourself fully to your path, form, and places of choice, you will not fear the not knowing around you. A seed, when its shell, cracks to let what’s in, out, never asking what is lost, but moves into what is becoming. The longer you stay in your center the more you will embrace the sides of awareness around you. The more you move beyond judgments and limits, or the fleeting moments you share time and space with, the more you will awaken to the eternal moments that last forever. No matter how far you fly, You are always part of my soul. Child I will always know and remember your name for you are wondrous to me. When you fly, I fly. When you love, I love, When you are lost, so am I.”"""""
Will be Ohio at the Universal Light Expo as a guest speaker again this year in oct. if you want to check out what I am speaking on go to www.UniverseExpo.com A couple who are in my classes will be working with me. Also hoping to have my next book out soon which speaks of a shape shifters journey in this life.
So been busy, Glad you posted here. love to all aireal
It was beautiful to read your words. And at the end, from the Goddess Earth; 'Child I will always know and remember your name for you are wondrous to me. When you fly, I fly. When you love, I love. When you are lost, so am I'.
I felt these words deeply, how very symbiotic we are, we and our mother earth. How intricately we weave together from our souls, through our minds, hearts and bodies, expressing Source, with greater of less alignment, in an ever-growing, ever-changing lacework. How we are together with the earth, how all her beings and countless others have the capacity, and the gift, to take - and make - opportunities to co-create with more and more love and joy.
Yesterday I was sitting under the grapefruit tree in my back garden, which is magnificently in bloom. I sat there and breathed in the scent of paradise on earth, under this laden tree. The buzz of the bees was all around, and I could feel that buzzing vibrate right through the branches of the tree, quickening and enriching its sap. A honeyeater sipped nectar and sang in the branches, and the notes of its voice also resonated through the tree, helping it to manifest itself. I held the flowers, and felt their consciousness...of how to manifest abundance in complete and effortless alignment with Source. Maybe this is the knowing of all fruit trees, as they combine the elements of earth, brought up through their roots and trunks, fire, as they absorb light through their leaves, water that they contain and store in their luscious fruit and the wind that plays with their leaves and brings birds and bees and the myriad of other creatures who co-create with them. All with this heavenly scent wrapping the air. What a blessing. Truly, if ever life feels troubled, simply communing with the natural symbiosis that we are a part of, as much as we wish to be, brings mind and heart back in touch with the bliss of expression. :-)
As I was reading your message, I could feel the nature energy pouring through your words and felt how connected you were, and through you and your words, I then was, to the transformative power of nature.
It was a lovely experience for me this morning too, when I went outside on the deck with my 3 dogs, and saw the moon was still up, while the sun was topping up over the trees. It was quiet, except for the twitterings of birds and the distant bark of a dog. I just love that. ;~D
Many, many thanks for sharing that with me this morning Jo, and may your week be one that is filled with natural wonders.
Wow! What a wave of beautiful energy you just sent to me - thank you! :-) I'm glad you had a lovely morning too. It's always special witnessing the sun and moon in the sky together, seeing the moon wrapped in the colours and tones of dawn. Thanks for that image. :-) And yes, I was feeling truly connected with nature in that moment with the tree. Of really feeling what it is like to be that tree...there is no separation, and I felt the buzzing of the bees go through 'my' sap too, as a vibration through bones and their marrow, and the resonance of the harmonies in the honeyeater's song as the notes fell and climbed. And I experienced the amazing consciousness of plenitude of this tree dripping with flower and fruit. Today I am making a flower essence with this tree...then when it is no longer in flower and I (and others) wish to connect to this state of being, the vibration of it is right here, in our hands, on our tongues, and it connects us to that moment, brings it into this Now. To me, it connects straight to the joy of manifesting abundance in complete alignment with Source, with Love. What a gift is that? :D Wishing you more such lovely experiences of nature's wonder too, Chris.
You know, you have quite the gift for writing dear friend. As I read this most recent post from you, I was again transported, and your explanation of retaining the vibration of these tree, bee and honeyeater moments in your flower essence was exquisite. It just put me right into the picture you painted. And thus, our Oneness was felt by me most thoroughly. ;~D
And thankyou for sharing the Oneness, dear Chris! :-) Just to complete this picture - and the cycle it is part of - there is one more thing. The bees come from my next-door neighbour's hives, and since the day my son and I moved here a couple of years ago, he has always given us fresh, raw honey. So the honeybees' next batch will be made from pollen from the grapefruit tree, and when we get to eat the honey, we will be taking into our bodies all of that beauty of the tree, and this lovely, shared, blissful web of consciousness. We also receive the gifts of bottlebrush honey, and lemon-scented gum and whitegum honey. These trees all flower at different times, and return to us through the miracle of the bees and their skill and craft. How blessed we are! :-)
As to the writing, thanks Chris. I greatly enjoy it, and have been writing stories and poems, and working on (and playing with) novels the last three years or so. It is a joy.
