Meant to know

Meant to know

Imagine you woke up one morning and the world before your eyes changed into a layer of holograms of transparency ever so gently over reality.

Seeing a flower which appears normal yet as you approach and zoom in focusing your eyes you see a fog like veil lift, revealing tiny particles emitting light and reflection. In that moment you are aware of every connection your spirit/mind has and wants to have for future need of a safe point in time.

The closer you fully focus with mind and body time slows and stops, truly if you believe it to be true. Are we not created in the image of  a God that possess such magnitude of Powers.

Therefore a mustard size seed of that magic was woven and molded into this body which is my own given by God. Which is seen as Good. My own good machine of energy in which I can improve in any area. As long as I am reaching and growing towards that 100% perfect Beginning which is you.
There is no true mathematic beginning all there was is the “Light” which came in the form of the “Word”.
Any sound, symbol, or communication through our senses that stimulates the mind to expand with curious learning.
The thought which is used for creation needs to hold a place among our core memories with imagination replaying all outcomes of a single event. recreating a need for an access point to all memories in the newly add variables which were unusable before from lack of faith/what if.
Being centered in allowing your whole being to meld with the mirrors of which are you. Heal yourself by knowing you have the self aware power by healing those in a wanting need of your gifts.

The longer it takes for you to achieve your self aware “Spirit” the more Proof of your Reach amongst the masses will be seen.
The Spirit and the Word is one in the same.
Why had my world changed in such a way that others no longer seem to be able to understand the point of view in which I had been given.  A brain injury changed more then just my point of view. An isolation happened with in my mind a place where i lay waiting to understand all the new information that was urging my mind to consider.  Science never held a thought with in but now I am Seeing an artistic flow in which science is the blueprint but such restriction is placed upon the formulas which was not created with my understanding, so therefore should I not add my understand to the equation which is  I believe “ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE”!
The theory of everything stop and think about what “The Theory Of EVERTHING” truly means to you.
What is everything? That all knowledge seen and unseen. We are but a speck within a black-hole.

In the midst of this hole is a still calm place where we see what we as a group are able to see within each other. Our minds a constant flow of energy  which is linked with one another’s inner spirits.

Using the combined power through out time at that point which is on a constant forward motion. All with in a bubble of charging active core memory Bouncing back and forth like a “charging battery” Keeping that core bubble active causes a self energizing capsule pulling any resembling links towards it for the sake of expanding the reach of the positiveness outcomes it can give.

All through my memories I’ve learned and pratice creating Points of “Safeness” The more Positive safe points that are added through my universe the more protection and confidence is available for modifying difficult memories to be doubled with positive energy all with the meer thought of being “SELF AWARE” and reassuring myself of my simple truth; Anything is possible. This is where my gift of faith allows me to Know everything and anything is available through the start of a curious thought. Knowing everything means nothing if you chose to not follow the paths of understanding. Understanding everything is trusted within my very core that I accept what I see as truth. 
Now that I see God equally a Scientist as much as he is an artist. He enjoys the mechanics and combinations of connections in which he used to create a world were his creation could participate in the making of a truly artistic and miraculous film of life.

Be true to you

He speaks within the simplicity of our daily lives, in any which way you were born to understand. He never wants to confuse or trick us. Only ever wanting to be acknowledged as Perfect Love that has created a friendship that started from the Beginning. He is waiting for us to seek him out and see his fingerprint in Everything from the heavens to the depths of the abyss. Oh, what a cool way of knowing God. The complexity of His astronomical mind has been given to you and me. So why not be curious and learn something new in a direction you never thought twice about.  I choose to see God in the neurons, in the tone of voice, the words I read from eyes of those looking into mine. Oh, how beautiful and magical it can be if you just Believe. 

Inspire

Inspired

       A few days ago its was Freezing!! then a day later it snowed now it has turned into rain.

A downpour of warm water yet it’s not melting the snow quickly. There is about 2 feet of ice snow then 2 feet of pure cloudy puffy snow. The rain is soaking in like a yummy snow cone.  Just don’t eat the yellow colored…*wink

I needed to create a river in the gutter to flow down into the sewer, but the slush was a perfect Slushy consistency. So like a weirdo with my rubber boots and oversized jacket jamming to Beats1 radio on my Ipod I’m literally rowing myself nowhere.

But did I ever create a current for the whole street to be flood free.

I went to the corner to where the grates for the sewer are and shoveled them open. The people driving by slowing down to smile and give me a thumbs up.

It felt good to allow my childish imagination be allowed to explore and fix a problem instead of looking at it like a chore or job.

It made me realize just how much I look at life as a chore. everything that done seems to always have a next step. But while I was out there in the rainy snow I didn’t see any steps to follows….just what I wanted to accomplish.

Something that started out a safety measure for the many kids walking by after school as to not slip and fall…not to mention the postal service the shoveling need to get done, but I was not intending on bailing the road from sinking.

I instantly without even knowing it, my instincts choose the creative free path.

Have you allowed your inner child to help you out when you need a helping hand.  I ask myself all the time, “If the little me had to spend the day with the grown up me, would I be inspired”

Giver of Thought

Giver of Thought

Boundaries set for easy flow with others

Only seeing the good in you

My imagination is my biggest test yet most beautiful resource.

Every moment bringing in more data of a fastly moving world before me.

My mind instantly uploaded into the air

Braided with yours

Knowing my fears will not become your nightmares

Your fears leave with me, safely placed with mine

Love you feel within a still small place

The fears become the artwork of my imagination

Seeing all that is true and raw

As I pull through my mind I see you

In that truth I am free.

 

I want the voice I give with words to be received with an interpretation in love and thought.  Uplifting for all who encounter me. Without judgment and a willingness to grow. A passion for people and the energy we generate with words brings about a beautiful reaction.

A Glimpse

A Glimpse

Artwork by: Sweetly Fierce Soul

 Hurt, deep scars and dried blood burns the core of my being.

Rips me open, yet still I walk on through all that is umknown and unseen.

A glimpse of freedom.

A glimmer of air.

A feeling of unfamiliar wind.

Light bounces off my toes as I dance.

Circles I turn, forgetting my worries.

Clouds rumble above.

Raining tears.

Flooding from pasts I see.

Soon my dancing becomes heavy.

 Floating no more.

Pushing through the memories.

Yanking out my souls pain.

 Releasing myself from scars.

Being who I was meant to be.

Free of shame for what used to be.

Again I dance once more.

 

 

The Shy Angel

An angel at my gate

A day like every other was the day we met an angel. Walking hand in hand down the alley to our little house protected by 8 foot fences.
We came upon a man sitting by our gate.

He was a short, small old man about the age of 80. His clothes looked as if they hadn’t been washed in my moons. His long silvery grey beard reached down his chest with the tangled look as that of a wandering old dog.

He was covered with dirt, sand, and mud which told the story of how this man was living. On the streets. A homeless man with no belongings was a strange site to see since mostly all the others pushed carts or carried around trashed bags filled with everything they owned. Yet here he was without a thing sitting in the hot Californian sun.  Sweat dripping down his brow as he looked to the ground when he saw us approaching.  (squatting by someones gate is normally not the thing to do)

I said hello with a smile and quickly walked through our gate.
When we reached the house my son who was 4 said, ” mama, can I bring that man some water he looks thirsty.”
How could I deny my sons kind heart of wanting to help a stranger.

I didn’t feel threatened or scared so I said, “sure”.

I made a sandwich, gathered some fruit from the top of the counter and some bottled water.
Then I stopped and thought, he’s gonna get his sandwich full of sand and dirt because of how dirty his hands were. And honestly who wants to eat a sandy sandwich. No one.

So I got a bucket of water and a wash cloth with some soap. My children and I opened our gate.

My son gave him the cold bottled water. He reached out to take the water yet still leaving his eyes to the ground. I handed him the plate of food which he gently reached for shyly.
He was in the middle of talking off his socks and shoes. Which I think he felt ashamed for doing outside my gate.  His feet held the stories of all the many miles he had traveled his life, worn, wrinkled, and dirty as could be.
I put the bucket of water beside him with the wash cloth folded over the rim and a small dry towel over the top.

I assured him he was welcomed where he choose to sit and asked if  he needed help washing his feet since he was having trouble bending over. He looked embarrassed by my request. He spoke in a shaky soft voice telling me I had already done more for him then he could ever have imagined.

We allowed him to wash up in privacy.
Through the gap in gate I saw him wash his face first then hands and feet with the bucket of soapy water. He had placed the towel down on the ground to place his wet feet.

When he was done he disposed of the dirty water at arms reach over some dying plants that needed a drink also.  Folded the wash cloth and gently put them back in place.

As he was finishing his lunch we walked back out to see if he needed or wanted anything more to eat or drink. This time when we opened the gate his head was looking up towards the sun. He had a presence of pure happiness in that moment. We were met with a smile and the brightest eyes that said “thank you”.

I had told him my son had wanted to give him some water since it was such a hot day. He looked at my son and with such gentle eyes said, “hello, I’m Thomas. You are a very brave and kind little boy. Thank you for the water”. My son looked so proud.
We exchanged some small talk which I cant recall much about.  As we said our good byes and wished each other well we left him barefoot and smiling at the sun.

Just as I closed the gate I felt I couldn’t just let him leave without giving him something more.  So I quickly turned around to let him know I would gather a few things he could use later.
I reopened the gate and….he was gone!

All that remained was empty bucket with the wash cloth folded on the rim and the folded towel placed on top.

He was just there a moment ago barefoot. How could he be gone, not even in eye site down the alley. He could barely move yet how could Thomas had managed to walk a football field length out of sight in less then 30 seconds. “What?!”

I was shocked and bewildered, “how could this old man have vanished”.
My son looked up at me with a cheeky grin, “Thomas was an angel.” He said in such a way as if he were saying, “Duh, mom”.

I felt as if we truly did see an angel. He had such a calming presence about him, unlike most people. He was so polite and inviting never asking for anything.

We never saw Thomas before or after that day, but I think of him often.
Why did he choose my gate to rest at when it was smack in the hot sun with no shade. Why us?

I guess an angel doesn’t need a reason to see if your going to lend a helping hand they just show up to see if you will.

So be kind to those you see and allow your kindness to be freely given. For this one day has brought many smiles to my face as well as my son who is now 19 and that alone is so worth so much more than I gave him, Thomas our shy angel.