faerie tales

Dawn Star

traceybooty — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 07:10:27 GMT

Dawn Star wakes me. even before the first light in Grandfather Sun's eyes. Dawn Star, a little earthquake. I thought he might shoot himself across the sky then realised that Dawn Star serves the light for all our eyes, upon awakening. I dreamed that Dawn Star was a man, sitting on heaven's cushion, a lofty place of wishes on high some even say his winking caught the attention of a bride. perhaps it was the Katchina , that morning the dance created rainbows and purifed the night One cannot be sure of these things that have been prophesized. Dawn Star would choose wood before he chose gold. there is something humble about that star amazing to me that one can shine so bright, and illuminate the whole sky and yet take no credit for this design of perfection. I notice him watching. overseeing affairs hearing prayers what a task to embrace, being the first star so many wishes that must be cast upon the alter of his heart I have placed a few there my self over time I will be careful now to craft them more holy so that Dawn Star will recognize me when I stand on his sacred alter, but with offering, instead of asking. Oh Dawn Star, how often do eyes look upon you with blessings and not suffering? I will meet you at first light with a wooden chalice in hand let us tap our lips sip and sup clank our cups and drink heartily this dust of broken bones, of sins and lust to heartache, to war, cheers to an uncertain evermore let us drink until the last drop has been poured till no more suffering enters your starry door. we will take it all so there will be no more . . . Dawn Star we are drunk on the misfortune of human illusion I cannot imagine the hangover we are choosing. Ahh but wait we are acsending upon Heaven's Gate Blue Katchina your cosmic mate has danced her rainbow paint across the mouths of mistake a remedy to be sure to restore the heart pure Dawn Star do you hear? there are no more cries of fear! Beloved mirror you have steered our course clear. near, I see your throne on high descending gently from the sky lofty wishes catch a ride and give themselves unto the night. Star of Dawn our time has come your work is done with morning sun rest awhile and feel the hum the ohm, the song of our new day Dawn.

Buffalo Woman comes Singing . . .

traceybooty — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 07:56:28 GMT

" I was shown in vision that i stand on the edge of a cliff at the end of the old world. I must gather my courage to step forward past the edge, knowing that when my foot comes down, it will land on solid ground. It is as though the very act of faith and courage in moving forward is the building of the bridge to a new time, as yet unknown upon Mother Earth. the pattern, the path, is there in invisibile cloth, waiting to be worn and traveled in so that it may come to know itself as real. The admonition from Spirit is "keep stepping!" - Brooke Medicine Eagle-

excerpt from yogananda

traceybooty — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 04:54:13 GMT

"Attachment is blinding; it lends an imaginary halo of attractiveness to the object of desire." Sri Yukteswar

Intention

traceybooty — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 18:58:40 GMT

"when you pray, move your feet"

marriage

traceybooty — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 07:32:09 GMT

Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow. "Kahlil Gibran"

once upon a time

traceybooty — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 06:48:24 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okLCurB1lJw

observing ego

traceybooty — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 19:30:45 GMT

true love contains no wanting whatsoever

rainbow bridge

traceybooty — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 05:04:37 GMT

burning man=miracles its amazing when 60,000 people come together in the name of art how vibration can leap into shifting paradigm deep school remembering secrets keep revealing profound portals that seep into cells activating crown spiraling down earth mother smiles as we touch sound beneath the surface fire burns the karmic wheel into balance all the while the moon is shadowed allowing rebirth for the union of night and day polarties find peace alas and in the center this mass this metaphor dissolves to ash with an uprising of spirit poised perfectly to cast a spell of illusions return to past

message from the hopi elders

traceybooty — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 16:52:21 GMT

We have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour -Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour And there are things to be considered. Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in the right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden. It is time to speak your truth Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader. This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.They will try to hold onto the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, and push off and into the river, Keep our eyes open, and our head above the water. See who is in there with you and Celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all ourselves, For the moment that we do, Our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt. The time of the lone wolf is over, Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that you do now must be done in a sacred manner And in celebration. "We are the ones we've been waiting for..." The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona "Be well, my children, and think good thoughts of peace and togetherness. We are one after all." Chief Dan Evehema

ya-weh-node

traceybooty — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 17:27:42 GMT

"she whose voice rides the wind" this presence enlightens, offers song to heart, prayer in breath intention for word thoughtfullness thru action she seeps beneath the frame inner workings claimed with real eyes I see you now everywhere with invisible knowing each stroke of life dancing movement painting perfection ease:ally conducting light ya-weh-node blessed mother magic carpet ride to the heart of matter

fruit tree

traceybooty — Sun, 10 Jun 2007 17:00:58 GMT

a branch severed, an offering of promise, what was once a bearer of fruit now plants seeds of potential bloom it wears upon me like a wait perhaps an anchor hoping to steady an unknown force that brings forth question ********************************************* that place of indecision can only be held for so long it is a rocky boat that sits in the middle of the storm without direction wondering which way it can steer itself to find its way home but to afraid to push through to find out oh wait. a light house. there is a beacon, a right of passage guidance from beyond riding the eye instead of the storm the sight of the heart rests in peace trust in spirit tames the beast a channel reveals for the vessel to pass through gate of the lion's mouth timeless and true remember Atrayu the story is never ending fear is a destroyer that limits our passage to home the rocky boat becomes still a storm may wash me clear and the eye can see there is no other place to be then here, now. the choice is how we rest in being raising the flag of love believing or letting the storm swallow us in fear the path is clear and open to the choosing the flag of love has risen ride its colors into the sunset and wake in its glory

windpower

traceybooty — Mon, 26 Mar 2007 06:34:10 GMT

we come into the world with nothing, and we leave with nothing, why then is it so hard to relinquish attachment to people/ things/dreams/desires/expectations. I aspire to be free of my own limitiations that i place on my myself and others. she's like the wind . . . the wind, it has no weight. power yes, but it doesn't cling to things. cleanses, movement. I call upon the wind in honor, and ask for the vision to move with this grace. to not impose a burden on space. to come and go with ease and flow, to caress the cheek of lovers to know, a kiss has been delivered, as sweet as a gentle breeze can blow. a reminder we are everywhere, these kisses as infinite as the breath itself. feel me today as i come to run my fingers through your hair. I am nowhere to be seen. invisibility. but i will whisper in your ear, a rush of light to hear, the sound of love so clear. dissolving form, windwalker

dandy lion blows a seed . . .

traceybooty — Tue, 13 Mar 2007 02:45:44 GMT

I love you and therefore I allow to let go when i possess, i strangle the very lifeforce my heart desires to know when i release, i open a space, a channel for return at your own will and time designed for the freedom of all to choose with open heart and mind oh divine reflection, I let fear subside, ride the windhorse with grace, love by my side. what could i be afraid of, being alone with my self? I have befriended her, me, tracey, eye, we. I have reunited male and female; god and goddess. so then, in wholeness I am never without. married to the beloved, releasing doubt. there is such power in surrender and trust it uplifts spirit to essence of being, a high order receiving. May I always allow humility acceptance to teach me to hold ; the holding that nurtures, not smothers, cradles not covers. peel back the layers and see me naked exposed. invulnerable to forces that push and pull. I am a wave that washes on the shore of this being, let it be cleansing, traces leaving . . . . . .finely polished grains, soft enough to run your fingers through over and over again anew. I am grateful for these tests and teachings Bless thee, Trace See

open heart surgery

traceybooty — Sat, 20 Jan 2007 18:35:15 GMT

when I allow myself to slow down long to catch a glimpse of the moment, an eternal wake, a shake of the divine eye finds itself winking back at me. in these quiet, yet ecstatic moments the world around me becomes illuminated glowing in the everpresent flow of the beloved's magik trees, dressed in the night's gentle rain reveal themselves as something of a miracle that my imagination visions towards the impossible how beautiful it is to me to marvel in the grandeur of simplicity I am reminded through the voice of the divine that we have time the urgency can rest in the hearts content one moment stay present dance to the edge of now look over surrender dive into it's depths the way of tao we are held in such grace this place of love that has no boundaries, no judgements It exists to carry us to freedom with wings of truth born inately within each of us flying home into our remembering, returning to the heart of now a key deep and humble bows of peace Tracey