Holy Words For Earth

Despair fills the room.

It is as though you are blind

unable to see my light.

With your Spirit in a bind

and the pain, a unique kind,

you ask to be released.

Who is the one who releases you?

What is it that they must do?

Must they fight a demon?

Must they cast the past away?

What is it for you that you need to see?

What is it for you, for you to be set free?

Tell me, and it will be delivered today.

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Wipe me clean

Let all that is seen

In darkness

Be light

God, allow me to borrow your strength, your might

In that I might become more like you

Strong like you

Clear minded like you

Open hearted like you

Let me be yours

Let me be strength

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My brothers and sisters are in the grip of the devil and I call on my Father to save them. My Father is a being of pure love and light. My Father is a being of great strength and might. I cannot live to see more suffering on this earth without taking action in the light any longer. I’ve gotten stronger and it is time for the world to see it. I have a voice, and it is time I release it. Let peace and joy be heard among all nations.

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I’ve been gifted with holy rage

I see the world around me in fear

Let me be clear

We must connect more

We must explore the hearts and minds of others

We are sister and brothers

Why are we afraid of one another?

Why are afraid?

To Every Personality I Have Ever Clung To

To every personality I have every clung to, thank you.

You come into my world

A beautiful girl

A talented girl

Wise girl

Strong girl

Girl who works out

Girl who loves smoothies

Girl who loves dating

Girl, girl, girl

I can try forever to be one

but, I’m not.

I’m waking up to all that I am beyond all of the personalities, a reality where I am liberated from being “myself”.

Being “myself” has been painful, exhausting, thrilling, exciting, a journey I have loved deeply, but finally

life takes me into this new moment without any concept of who I am.

No vision to live into, but the vision of full expression of the self that is here in this moment

there is no need for me to be anyone I am not

and no expectation to return into who I once was.

Here I am

a person

a soul occupying a body

new

bright

and I might never feel this way again

or I might feel this way all the time.

The point is that in this moment, I’m not controlling anything. I’m let off. Released. Broken, like the egg shell that holds the golden yolk.

We would starve, if we never let ourselves get devoured, and transformed.

God and Us

It’s me again.

Here

standing in front of the mirror

looking at her.

“I am ugly,” I think to her.

The next thing I think to myself is about hair.

I look with eyes that wish it to be different, I wished the hair would look ‘better’.

And in that thought, for just a moment, I watch myself turn away from the Love that I know I have for me.

One moment away from Love, is one moment too many.

As I open myself to receive Truth, the One voice within me is here.

“What if you’re tearing down someone else’s beautiful?” The voice says.

“What?” I ask.

“What if later, when you walk down the street, this hair is the most beautiful hair that someone else has ever seen?

And here you are, denying that.”

What if I’m tearing down someone else’s beautiful?

Something shifted.

What if I was tearing up God’s beautiful?

By God’s grace, this body I am existing in has been formed.

Who was I to question His artistry?

Many of my friends in my life have told me that I was beautiful and I have always been told wonderful compliments. My family thinks I am beautiful too. God shares delight with me, about the body He created for me.

To continue to participate in this criticism towards the physical beauty of this body was to choose to fight against the thoughts and words of my friends and family. That would hurt. What would hurt more, would be to deny God’s perspective of me.

A battle against the most loving perceptions I know, is a battle I no longer entertain.

It was time to stop allowing this mind to receive words that have never truly been said to me before. I had to stop putting hatred of myself on repeat, and love in the backseat. I wanted to start listening, really listening to God, and His Holy Truth.

Was the voice inside of me that wanted my hair to change worth believing?

What if that something inside me that wanted me to change, was the only thing that ever needed to change?

The inner critic wanted change. It said to me, “I am ugly.”

Remember, earlier?

I now ask that voice, to listen more. Listen to beauty. Listen to love. Listen to Jesus. Listen to God.

God will always praise us as His wonderful children.

In Union with God, we are surrounded by positive affirmations and Love, Truth, Peace, Grace, and even compliments given to us by our closest friends, strangers, family.

The smallest words can make the biggest impact, if we allow them to.

“You are absolutely beautiful today,” I say to all of me.

I access the part of me who thought of me as ugly. I looked right into its eyes and said,

“You might not think that we are beautiful all the time, and you catch all of these little flaws. What you have to say to me is mean and hurtful. I ask now that God rescue me from your pain, your jealousy of others, your insecurities. Lord, Savior, Lead me back into your Great, Loving, Sacred arms where I am free to feel wonderful about this physical vessel of yours.”

A weight lifted off of me.

I’m ripping someone’s best friend apart, when I say mean things to myself.

I’m criticizing someone’s only daughter when I hurt me.  

I have to stop hurting me, when I am someone that means so much to so many.

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If there happens to be a scene in your life that you wish you had never seen, I hope that whatever you’re seeing in this present moment, can shine beyond all that has ever stood tall and dark to cloud this glorious Light that you are.

You are a Light of beauty and grace.

Your Light shines through everyone’s face.

God’s Light lives inside each one of us, including me, and when someone calls us beautiful, let us promise now to no longer disagree.

you can make beautiful art…

while falling apart.

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Who Are We

Poetry I am
in my mind
I can

do

everything.

Sweet melody
within me,
won’t you come out to be seen?

Melody
every part of me
breathes golden brown

burned.
Turned.
Transformed.

We are the last of the bruised

the last of the shackled
writers of a new way
we are carriers and all I can say is

Yes
Yes 
I can sing my melody

Yes 
Yes
I am ready to show the world
who it is that is truly, fully free. 

Power, flow through us, easy

Love, flow through us, freely

Money, come and be, come and release, come and play

Come and play

Return today

To who we truly are

To who we truly are

I’m Home.

These people that break our hearts are real people. They have histories and beliefs and wants and needs. When we want love from someone else, and aren’t getting it, we dehumanize them. We speak about them, calling out what is wrong or lacking in them, because of course there must be something wrong or lacking in them if they can’t or don’t want to love us. I used to do this. But there was never anything wrong with them, there was never anything wrong with me. None of it ever meant anything. It was just a scene in the movie of my life and the only reason it hurt so bad was because I was using my mental power to attempt to rewrite a scene that had already aired on the screen of life. Mentally molding myself and the person who didn’t love me enough to fit an idea of what should have happened between us was destroying me. With all of my energy tied up in the past energy exchanges that occurred between us, I was blind to any other possibilities for our future. This behavior was what caused me the pain, not the man, or the heartbreak, or the loss of a person, but the mere resistance to what is the present moment reality. That is the only thing that can ever truly cause suffering in this world. All suffering ends when there is acceptance found in what is here in the one present moment. If I can’t find acceptance in the present moment, I can just be here and experience the emotions that are true in the space between me and my coming into union with acceptance. Eventually, witnessing it move through and out of my consciousness. Yet, not being here for that reason at all. The emotions are simply here to pass through. I know I came into existence for my experience, the one I have here and now. Life will move, within my seasons of surrender to full experiences of it.

Light of the Holy World

I look at pictures of myself and think, “wow. That girl deserves everything.”

Not in a conceded way.

Not in a selfish way.

I think of myself in this way, because I know how much I’ve been through.

I let go of what this world has given me in the past, and I focus on what is given to me in this moment.

I knew what I would be doing for this world, in the future and that I needed to be here.

There were so many times that I wanted to quit.

But, here I am.

Still.

Rising from nothing. Moving. Choosing myself and choosing love, even when I feel judged for doing so. I chose solitude over empty connections. I waited until I had something more to pour. All along, God kept me breathing. That was how I knew I mattered, because I was breathing. I didn’t remain in the light the entire time. I lost myself, I did. But I always came back. I was always welcomed wholeheartedly. The people of the earth have navigated the worlds deadliest, darkest events, and still, we chose to have love within us. We choose to love our creator, ourselves, the people around us, and planet earth even in great pain.

With all of this light and unconditional love in our hearts, we were now unstoppable.

We went through the tests, victorious.

In the past, I didn’t understand what it was, or what it was for. But still, I trusted that one day I would know how to use it.

That day, has finally come.

I promised the Universe that I would be ready when that day would come.

Here it is.

I deserve every single ounce of good that comes my way, don’t ever think otherwise. I worked for this. I earned this. It was never easy, until I decided it could be. It was never fun, until I let it all in.

Now, and forever, I deserve all the light in the world, I deserve all I desire to have.

I am One with the Light of the Holy World.

I breathe the highest blessings into this New Holy World, and Every One Here with me.

This is a new era.

ETERNAL, NOW.

How old are you? Eternal

What time is it? Now

Here we are, in collective experience of emotions ranging from disgust to bliss.

This was and sometimes is our life…

avoiding the moments that slice like a knife

and clinging to the opposite.

Is that the only way to live life?

With a heart like this, when you try just to sit, you can’t.

Maybe I could use a chant to move this energy,

or pay a healer to put me back into synergy.

“Life certainly is not where I want it to be.”

But… who am I to want anything other than what’s here, right now, anyways?

Isn’t life amazing, in all of its infinite ways?

Feeeeellllzzzz

I think the scariest thing about feelings is that when they hurt me, it seems like any feelings I had in the past that elevated me never happened.

Disowning any memories of love when my heart feels betrayed is a default for me.

In pain, my brain outcasts those moments in my life.

My brain shuns any memory of me enjoying life- as if removing my love for life from my being will hurt life, the same way that life hurts me.

But, the only thing I have is now, and life has it all. I know I am given what I can handle, in doses, and I want to learn to trust in that.

Can I learn to hold love, in all moments, even in betrayal?

the struggle

I was doing bicep curls at the gym, and I was at the end of my set, struggling. I was standing facing a mirror, so I could see everyone behind me, and I noticed that no one had their attention on me. I was in pain, hurting to finish my set and realized that I didn’t really look that way. I noticed how internally my struggle was loud and noticeable, but externally, I was just a girl doing bicep curls looking like everything was fine.

My mind began to compare this to our emotional realities, we never really know who around us is struggling. Looking around the gym, I can’t really tell how difficult someone’s workout really is, just like looking around in public, you can’t really tell how difficult someone’s mental battle is. So, If you are going through a tough time, don’t be so hard on the people around you for not noticing, because it is really difficult to notice. And if someone does notice, be so grateful, because they must really care to have that level of attention on you to notice your change in emotional state.

From this, it may be comforting to know, if something is really difficult, you’re maybe struggling to speak in front of a room, or to do something at work, no one really knows how hard it is for you to do what you’re doing, except you, which in my opinion, is kind of nice.