THERE WAS A TIME

before you were born ...when you were the calm IN the eye of the storm.
you had a memory oh so deep, about the truth and the beauty, so sweet.
man and a woman, fates run wild......
they gave birth to a freedom child.
you are that child of love and light.....
you´ll guide the planet through this perilous night.

.I DID NOT WRITE THIS,BUT IT´S BECOME MY MANTRA ALL THE SAME.

opening wit a heart song

that makes my belly want to cringe
when i look around and
then i notice all of my friends
tripping on therories of higher education----
the very foundation of this nation.
feeding our children stories of a sheerly
scientific creation.
.I HAVE A DREAM. who has a dream?
you have a dream?.....no we HAD a dream.
of our naked homeland,,,,,clothed only by waterstreams...
sights so high it'll make your stareyes gleam.
but these days it seems....
like even the purest of heart are getting a late start.....
and when i contemplate it's becomming hard to relate how we got from vsioning a sustainable community....
to finding our unity
in long term internet communication...
and in flipping the radio from station to station.
this is not my happiness is it yours?
is this only an illusion of open doors.... that trap and tarry..
.not to mention all the '''airy faries''
who flock to greet the guru, greet the show....
and when it's time to manifest drag their asses oh so slow..........
i guess that's what time can do,,,,because here i am ,,,on tribe. net too
...............and discovering my HOME SWEET HOME in OM SHREE OM shree om shree aum.....

fate is the end point of that which you truly desire....... FIND YOURSELF OR FIND YOUR DEMISE.

when i look away from his face for more than ten minutes i find my heart clicnhing with the want of him,,,and so i go to lay in his breath and we commune as one being again. i bring myself to tears with gratitude that he has come to oin us. i bring myself to tears at what i must live up to to be his mother,,,,to give him back to our mother......om
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;on a side note:
the only bottom line here is that there is no true thing to do expect act upon your stongest heart instinct with all you rmight,,,do it and do it now...there are no detais to works out---no hang ups,,,for there is no time. you must take the initial leap without waiting for a time when you may pretend to see or know the outcome of that action.....do it now, or you never will
.FIND YOURSELF OR FIND YOUR DEMISE.

sacred valley

these mountains are dripping in energy of the devine feminine,,,how could they not?
giant yoni caverns, pointed breasts and pregnant bellies...and so many pregnant bellies there are;)
in response, the majority of the men here become more exuberantly macho,,,,in yet another attempt to drown that womanly groaning sound out.......but no matter,,,here we be,,,,we be three,,,,,,,and having fianlly encountered a suitable land to build a preistesshood headquarters....well, we shall to see;) a di, a di, a di.

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVING YOURSELF AND LOVING ANOTHER

i didn´t think i would be here, ,,,situated all like this, but nonetheless.....here i am. the most amazing part is all i´ve learned,,,,the most astounding part is all i have yet to remember.....
so here´s to us, the us that i never wanted to let go off, the feeling of pure potential and ecstasis...feeling pure......also to the part i have come to regard as deceptive and idealistic,,,you know the whole bag,,,but i still don´t want to feel you go

opening up, dragon style

there is no'thing anymore. all of your judgemet has passed away.....blown off by the daily rain shower....and in its´place compassion floods you like a golden sun afterglow.
i am no'thing, and neither is this soul, who i am destined to open up for.

poll to the alternantive masses

*is it time to glorify our(ego)selves just a little bit more?
arrogant magic-making followed by tales of greatness, of jacking our egos in someone else's ears and eyes, allowing our own self-admiration to overtake what true sharing of our abilities for greatness really are.

*time to complaciantly allow the rape and killing of our great mother through the everyday actions of our very lives in the name of union between science and nature?
just thought i'd reiterate the importance of actions over words in this great battle ground we are all ingaged on (whether we recogonize it or not). and by the way,,,it reminds me of a story (true to you if you feel it so) in which the sirians "blew up" atlantis: claiming that a union between their technology and nature's was the only way to save Earth through the assumed transition....but in actuality it was their overly masculine approached that ended up "sinking" the island.....human incarnates of their race playing at a game they had no grasp of in their hearts, but egoically assumed they were in the "right".....following through like little pawns in the "sinking" of 'atlantis' (along with many others),,,,just what their predisecors wanted to begin with,,,and imagine,,,,all the time they assumed they were in the "right", because they had "recieved these divine missions". never questioning humbly, never stepping lightly. like them, we will never be able to FORCE any sort of global transformation,,,,NOT EVEN IN THE NAME OF MAGIC, NOT EVEN IN THE NAME OF DIVINE LOVE, NOT EVEN IN THE NAME OF ANYTHING WHICH IT SO CLEARIY IS NOT.,

*is it time to re-evaluate?

hehehehehe

okay, okay....here´s another one (a song adaptation)

if you feelin´like a lightworker go ahead and brush your aura off.
healers is pimps too.......go ahead and brush your aura off.
you better hear what spirit told ya.....
you better get those cords out ya´aura.
you better get those cords out ya´aura.

our belly fool, but we still hungry

i was taught in midwifery school that during pregnancy the altered state of birth and motherhood gradullay begins, creating states of unexplainable extascy, and often pushing your every limit of comfort in ways you never thought possible. now, 4 months into this lifelong journey, i know i became much to arrogant and quite nieve in thinking ¨i can handel it...think of all you´ve been through thus far¨. surely i can handel this, as i must with all of my might, all of my nurturing. but to think even for a second that i had it ünder control¨, or that ït will be easy¨ is a bit fat cosmic joke....like trying to harness all of eternity in calenders and clocks.
here and now, i pray. for guidance. humbly i ask any divine pressence willing to assist me in staying truely open. stepping fully into courage like i never have before, and as gracefully as possible wearing this mask of truth i have been so grasiously handed by the universe.

baby Amaru

here the air hurts my lungs when i try to breathe it in,
and i meditate with every breath,
¨i must be the frecuency that i long for.....i am puryifying form the inside out.¨..
recrystallizing air molecuels with my lungs.....tiny microscopic crystals that blossom, and reform to expotentially expand and copulate.
every breath, every step, every time i look into another´s soul may i reflect compassion.
may i maintain a haven of light within my womb,,,,,,,and may it grow as you do, little being,,becomming a chariot of clarity to carry you into this world.
thank you for gracing us with your self. i am blessed.