Light will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage
For a divine seed, the crown of destiny
Is hidden and sown on an ancient fertile plain
you hold title to.....
Love will surely bust you wide open
Into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy
Even if your mind is now a spoiled mule.
A life-giving radiance will come....
The Friend's gratuity will come~
Oh, look again within yourself
For I know you were once the elegant host
To all marvels in creation...
From a sacred crevice in your body
A bow rises each night and
Shoots your soul into God....
Behold the beautiful drunk singing one
From the lunar vantage point of Love
He is conducting the affairs
Of the whole universe
While throwing wild parties
In a tree house on a limb
In your heart.....
~Hafiz~

As I was walking through the path of beautifully leaf-clad emerald trees and feeling the breezes brush me by, I saw and felt the motion of water around me. This surreal feel of the water~wade as I walked was so vivid and delightful, that it felt real. Sent to the blue sky ceilings, all matter was lost. A celestial song arose to the music of the skies, seeking a medium in which to express its melody: my heart, as if bliss was not enough. There are higher dimensional states of bliss that the word in itself does lend itself pale to those ultraconscious states. The old fashioned phrase "I walk in beauty" is just stage one of heaven's emanation. Soon, the flight begins and one is transported through pathways one could not imagine on earthtime.

People around me and in the internet are speaking of expanding consciousness elevations. They are speaking of The Beloved, of India's gods and goddesses, of ancient Egypt, Rome and Greece. The new Healer is here, who was predicted in my book as yet unpublished, which began in 1983. He is here, the alpha healer who begins the advancement of the new era. Psychics have been a little off from the course of 2012, and that is fine. What is important is that the new Aeon Healer is here, and he introduces the alpha wave which carries multiple waves across the world, reaching thousands upon thousands. And those thousands upon thousands to more waves issuing forth to multiple thousands, until the planet is covered with the spiritual water~wade as we bask in the ocean-wave of Matrix Energetics founded by Richard Bartlett (matrixenergetics.com). These energies in the matrix fields are ever present and connects us to an inner knowing and ultraconsciousness which feels like heaven upon earth. Like Love, it defies explanation. One must, like anything genuine and delightful, experience firsthand by tasting it for one's self. Matrix-E (Matrix Energetics) travels beyond the Quantum physics realm, to the sacred Beyond the Beyond, which is God's country, or the Magickal Kingdom, or through the Shamanic Realm. In fact, it is the country of all countries. Through this star gate, we slip into star boards as we surf through the world.

The New Aeon and Alpha Healer is here. For it is he who has taken all the healing modalities of the new and old age healers and connected them together as star systems. He has fashioned the healing methodologies and presented them to anyone who wishes to wield them, making it possible for all people to use the magical healings. He has made them simple and fun, creative and mind-bending. The practicing healer also becomes infused in an ultraconscious state and the room in which these healings are exercised, radiate and reverberate with healing energies. One is rocketed or slowly guided into the other hemisphere of the brain. These beyond Quantum healings are the Source & Stirrings of Divine Life within us. There is now also a book written by Richard, which is more of a missive to all earthlings called "Matrix Energetics: The Science & Art of Transformation". This missive will radiate your heart with laughter as well as release you into a marvelous realm of infinite possibilities.

"The Unwritten Prophecy", a prophetic novel which began in 1983, will be out in a few years, approximately 2010 or 2011. This message will change and grow throughout the years.

If you fly to ButterflyPeople in tribes, you will find this post there.........

It is definitely a Piscean Time......being such an archetype and heralded last night by a rainbow nimbus, the soul self as the center shining like a midnight sun, AWAKE all night and wandering, slipping between the stones and down dripping over the slant of the land.....mmmmmmmmmmm.......tasty.......there are whispery sounds, and i hear a butterfly in my ear, whose wings awaken me periodically through its luxuriant flutters, fanning the feelings of thoughts, which, like dense clouds trip over my emotional musical cascade of ever bouncing, extending ripples ringing in a circle of LOVEness.........The Moon Rose High and I, the eyes would not shut out the rippling light therefrom.......wherefrom, withal as I stretched and out burst the wings, of the kaleidescopic butterfly..........I, the human butterfly, madame butterfly, sister as it goes.......as it flies...........we all deep in butter and flying high.......mmmmmmmmmmmm - aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh..............field's end and mountains begin, hills end and oceansea begins while the lucid flight overtaken all the years of my life - one more ride around the sun pray, stay - on your wings and sighs and songs will I glide with you, my mandalic angel.......The Moon Rose High into the Piscean Horizon and through the open shaft of eternal mist between the rock's feathery brush, I ROSE MOON HIGH.....CynthiaBlackstone

 
The Lake's soul water, drinking itself contained beauty deep, a living, breathing deep of green
I need to be floating on you..........drinking your love..........to drench self into your green depth flow
unending as you reflect those myriads of stars glistening like diamonds atop your waters.....

Holding me now, take me Lake Being, across the sparkling luminosity towards the winds that also
seemingly float past you, racing you to another time.

Funny how the winds buzz right past you and how the sun appears immovable as everything else
just floats and changes at a mere glance.

We are roaming and wandering, glistening and pondering while my friend and I just paddle this boat
across your luscious stream of endless ripples.

Cynthia ©

In 1980, or '81, my ex-husband, our three children, and myself embarked upon a temporary journey-assignment. We were to move from Ukiah to Redwood Valley atop of a mountain. The children were still fairly young and we were in our late 20's when we knowingly decided to move to this rugged, most beautiful terrain in the back woods, mountainous and secluded area, which was inaccessible during winter months. My husband said that we would live there six months and then move back to the city before winter set. He said that it would be a foolish choice, yet we would remember it forever in our hearts. Even the rattlers couldn't change our minds. During those few August evenings when the meteorite showers rained down, we were all laying on our chaise lounges, having a midnight barbecue, singing songs, joking, telling stories and halfway delighted out of our minds with the lights just sparking and sparkling and parking all over the place. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. Being in a high place, made it feel so close, like we could reach and touch them, but we didn't even have to do that - no, they reached and touched us. We had called my sister, Amada and her husband Freddie, and the next night, it was us and them and their children, Varinia and Gabriel, and our children, Reuben, Olivia and David, and our kittens and their dog, everyone's dog, OceanRain.

Before falling asleep, and while everyone was excitedly discussing the breathtaking beauty and marvels of living in outer space, I fell deep into inner space, the meteorites had plugged me. I was summoned and away I went, somewhere, God only knows where. The light showers had penetrated through the soulskin, and I remember being in a twillight country. All I could see or be was lightwaves as I was bouncing from here to eternity and invading many other regions of incomprehensible space and unreachable times. I don't think I ever fully came back to earth since then. I am somewhere pegged between here and the east of that mountain and north of that high sky. Those lights appear to be playful spirits of the deep and they invade the heartlight zone. Beware if you decide to watch them. You will never be the same! Olivia, my daughter, has returned to Goddess country, and I'll be driving up that way next weekend for a real light show that even our own hippie friends from the past couldn't dream of! De-Lightful Be, Cynthia