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.


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


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.


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?

Part of the Journey

I watched hands touch white moisturizer as I heard within myself, “it will not be easy.” I knew this voice, it was Jesus. I came alive inside and witnessed a smiling face. It had been a while since I heard his voice this clearly. I always found myself greeting Jesus with joy, no matter what he had to say. I felt him smile back, but only for a moment. He became serious and stern. He said, “I must tell you, you are not making it easy for yourself with all that you are doing. It will not be easy,” he paused, “but, it can be, if you follow me.”

Jesus was consistent in his efforts of leading my heart. There has not been one moment in my life as Christina where I was disappointed in myself, and he was not there. “Follow me into the heavens,” he continued. “Follow me into peace. Follow me into light.” Or did he say, follow me through light into love? Follow me into light through love? Ugh. I began speaking back. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough, or good enough rather, I don’t even know if I’m hearing you correctly,” I said. “You’ll learn,” he said with a tone that I wish I knew how to put into words. “Jesus, how do I know if I’m making the right decisions? How will I know if I’ve pleased you?” He replied, “do not try to please me. I am eternally pleased. My peace does not waver. How often does your peace waver?” “Often,” I said back. “Remember, you are perfect in God’s eyes, but stay vigilant in your inner desire for perfection, it keeps you sharp. It is true to say that you are imperfect in your journey towards peace. However, your own awareness of your imperfection is perfect, to me. You are always right where I want you to be, and I can always find you where you are. I will bring you peace. You are not designed to find it on your own. Worry not about what your decisions are. Instead, concern yourself with your own peace around your decisions. Let your heart be real with you. Make space to feel. Is the peace you feel true? It is justified? Your development of your sense of peace is beautiful. Never question what is.”

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We write to you today, to ask you to believe. What we would love to feel you believe is your power to connect with us. We are beings who are light, just like you. We have emotions, we have thoughts, we have visions, wants, and needs. We have responsibilities, and we have fun. We trust in God more than you do, because we know who He is. Humanity has very little knowledge of their creator, and their confusion on the subject has caused chaos in this world. If you truly knew God, you wouldn’t believe yourself. You wouldn’t share with anyone what you had come to know, because it wouldn’t be something to place into words. If you truly knew God, you would no longer think, and therefore you would no longer speak. There would be nothing more to search for, reach for, desire, or create. You would remain in one state for all of eternity. Have you ever wondered that maybe you come into this body knowing nothing for a reason? Have you ever stopped to ponder that reason?

Ask yourself, why is it that I long to know all that I do not know?

Perhaps, that part of you is God. Is it possible that you chose to be yourself so that you could come to know new information, so that you could come to have experiences that you had never had before? You couldn’t have had these experiences as God. You had to have these experiences as you. So, you dropped a piece of yourself down into a physical experience created by thought and emotion. For what purpose? A purpose that is unique to you. We can’t tell you this purpose, because only you remember. You created this entire existence. Once you remember your creative abilities as the one who chose this experience, you can stop creating within the experience.

Imagine you were a chef, and as you watched yourself cook a delicious Italian meal, you decided you wanted to experience the reality that your ingredients experienced as you created your meal. So, you left your body, and you became a pasta noodle. You left the role of the creator, to become a part of the whole. Now, as the pasta noodle, you have no memory of being a chef. You’re just a noodle! You’re surrounded by other noodles! And tomatoes and basil and salt and pepper! What more could there be than just us?

As a human, you forgot all about creation. You forgot how it came to be. You forgot how thrilling it was. You forgot what it was like to just watch, as life did it’s thing. Somewhere along the journey, humanity lost it’s connection with where it originated from and why it chose to be itself and now we face multiple possible realities collapsing on top of one another. With so many choices, life becomes complex and scary. Connection to who each soul believes to be it’s original home is essential to the evolution of consciousness and the safety of the human race. We must choose to connect to something greater than our one life, and that must involve all of humanity working as one.

If there is more than just us, if we are being watched by something greater than us, how do we stop and connect with that part of our soul? Could it be possible that the other life beyond earth isn’t outside of us, but is actually within us? What if the intelligent life force that we all wonder about is within us, asking for us to listen? Could it be possible that we question this life not because it is truly us coming forward with these questions, but because there is other life inside of us calling for our attention? How many different lives are alive inside of your one body? How many different versions of you exist in this reality? You can’t possibly prove that you are the only you in existence. It’s impossible to make a claim on who you really are. You know your name, yes, but what does that mean anyway?

Can you hear me too? As you receive these words, what do I sound like? I’m in your head, aren’t I? I didn’t write this book, you did. You’re the one urging this woman to quit her job, sell her things, and move across the country to find some space to write this way and you don’t even know you’re doing it. You call stuff into your life like that, all the time. You called this in. This woman I am, lives a simple life. She meditates all day, does yoga, goes for walks, prays all hours of all days. The one thing she doesn’t have control of is this urge to write. Over and over again she feels like she has to find a way to let the voice within her share what it has to share… or else. Or else what? Or else you’ll be stuck in the dark. Yes, you. Is it true you’ve been experiencing darkness of some kind? Confusion? Shame? Fear? I want you to know that what you receive as thought is heard by all of us. We all exist within you. I feel you, I hear you and you feel me, you hear me. We will always be together like that. Every single part/piece of this world is outside of you, yes, but it was all within you, first.

Before time was a thing, space was all there was. Space existed without boundaries. Now, with time, and people, places, things, it’s harder to grasp our connection to one another. Human beings are the greatest form of life on earth that I know of. We are so unlimited, in so many ways. As my small personality self, I don’t know much about being limitless. However, as my soul, I know everything. I’ve been everything. So have you.

Listen. Breathe. Be still. How did this word get here to you? Was there truly a process? Do you believe certain things had to happen a certain way for this experience to come to be here… or is it just here? Have there been choices you’ve made that created a certain energy that matched with the frequency of this message? Are you really creating all of this? Is it possible that this word is unfolding from inside of you, that this word is seen from inside of us? Or is it what the body would say, that these words are seen by you and they are no part of you at all? Are you living like the chef, watching the perfect meal come together? Or are you the noodle, a small little part of something you have no authority over? Sometimes this stuff is a lot for me to think of, but other times, it’s so energizing, and it feels so good to just… wonder.

Like with life…

It can be a lot… it can be a trauma to overcome… to heal.

Or this human life can be the greatest experience of your existence… a wonder.

If we continue believing that we have nothing to do with anything that is here right now, we will always feel like something is missing. What’s missing? Connection. To our power, to our time, to our creations, to our selves, and to these souls. Connection is sustained through feeling. Awareness. Presence with. Energy shared. When we feel what the truth of our souls feel, we feel satisfaction, joy, ease, calm. That’s soul. Anything else is a warning that we’ve been led out of the real. Ya feel?

I want to keep writing. I want this to be good. I want this to be entertaining and enlightening.

What’s that? The small self getting in the way of the expression of the soul.

See… the soul knows it is. The soul is ready for anything that is created to be. The soul does not think. The soul just is. Writing was flowing, until my small self came into my experience. I know those thoughts are her because well, when I write from my soul, I don’t really want anything. When I live from my soul, I don’t want anything. I simply am aware of multiple potentials and I choose those realities for myself from the seat of the soul. So, slow down. Just be here. And keep going, with a little more focus on connection, awareness, and intention. Discover it all. Sit back in wonder and awe of how amazing it is that you are HERE!

I am here, too.

Hi.

The Warrior

The way I see it, 
the warrior inside of me
has always been there.

Just pushed down.
Deep inside, her power was kept hidden and guarded.
Waiting for a day when the coast would be clear.

She was buried under criticism,
held down by “not enough” and “can’t”.
She fell into the game of playing small

following those who lived on this land before her.
But the universe had bigger plans for this warrior,
it was time for her to answer the call.

On one hand, it hasn’t been so bad down here.
She made herself comfortable.
She smiled when she was asked how she was.

She made peace with the dark world that she created.
Even though she knew it was not what she was truly capable of
there would be more for her to receive because

she couldn’t stay there forever.
She was running out of air.
Every second she spent held back from potential felt like a century.

She had a kingdom waiting for her.
A throne to pursue.
It is the warrior inside us all who is here to win the world, you see.

So, choose to set this warrior free.
To stop denying her of her innate ability to fly.
Her wings hold more power than anyone will ever comprehend.

She may often be misunderstood.
But better that, than hidden and denied.
The warrior inside is ready to fly.

A New Story Begins

Newly awakened to the power of the life inside of me, I can’t help but regret not knowing myself in this way sooner. I watch and listen as creation starts from inside of me and becomes my reality. 

It’s a habit at this point. Every few days or so, there is a new idea for a movie or book happening from that space. It can happen anywhere, at any time. Delight, real delight comes true to me as the start of a new story begins. The movie script pours into me, characters, storyline, title, and all. Some days, I watch as multiple scenes are acted out. Others, a book is written, published, and shared with the world. It’s magic. I’ve lost myself in the ways of my inner voice. I’ve quit my job, sold my things, and bought a one way ticket to France all because of her. I’ve lived in Florida all my life. Is this what happens when you actually love and care about what’s happening inside of yourself? For 24 years of my life, I’ve lived without knowledge of the power of my inner voice. Someone taught me that it was my conscience and that it could tell me what’s right and what’s wrong. Rarely does my inner voice ever have concerns with telling me what is, however she did share with me that the idea that the only thing inside me was a conscience that told me what was right and wrong, was wrong. What was inside of me, was not an it, it was definitely a she. She could do much more than discern between right and wrong. After traveling the long journey my life has been to come to value this voice, I was ready to receive space to actually witness, hear, and understand this voice. I liked what she had to say, I loved her creations, and the people around me… were distracting me. It was a habit of mine, one I couldn’t discern if it was a good one or a bad one, to put other people above me. I would do anything and everything I could to make the people around me happy. I didn’t want to live like that anymore, but at the same time, I didn’t want to live life serving my own happiness either. I wondered if it was right to be a servant to this inner guide. Or would I learn to serve nothing, to just be? Knowledge of the power within hasn’t exactly given me access to all of the answers like I always thought it would. I didn’t know where I fit in this life and I still didn’t know where the people around me fit into my life either. If they weren’t above me, telling me what to do and how to be, where in my life did they belong? I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of, as I was on my way to entering my 26th year on this earth, was that this was the year that I wanted to see this tiny part of me truly grow. I wanted to see her fully expressed, valued, respected, and loved. She deserved it. I had been blind to the value of this connection to myself for years. It wasn’t until I completely lost contact in 2022, that I recognized that this connection had any value to me. After 2 weeks in Mexico without meditation and with an emotionally abusive boyfriend, I couldn’t hear myself anymore. Were there other people living on this earth without their own inner guidance? If so, how did they survive? I was struggling to. It was hell to live without my inner voice. I started to wonder how many people around me had it, and how many didn’t. I also started to wonder about myself. I had been experiencing something really good going on inside of me, how long had it been there? And how would I get it back?

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.

Writing Without Personal Thought

Ah. Finally, a breath. What if I didn’t put any thought into an entire work of writing? What if I truly, fully let it all come out and allowed it to just be so? What would I have? Well, I would have something like what is here right now. What is here right now is a reflection of what is inside of me in this moment. Is that true? That these words were inside me at a time? Or is it possible that these words are already on the page, and I just happen to be the key to revealing them? Who is to say that the page is not inside of us, as are the words? In my imagination, I can see a page with words written in invisible ink. Perhaps the writing that is being done in this moment is happening in that way. It’s already written, I am just coming along and using my light to expose what has always been. Every blank page holds space for multiple possibilities. The possibility that comes into being, what is that dependent on? Focus? Intention? The one who is with the blank page? Now, things are getting difficult. I am so proud of the damn invisible ink metaphor thing that I am thinking again. I even thought about writing “I am thinking”. I just read in a book today that we don’t think, that thinking happens to us. Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth, was the source of that. If thinking is happening to me, who is causing the thinking to happen in this way? If thinking happens to me, wouldn’t that mean that something that is not me is thinking for me? That must be what it means to be free of thought, to have nothing thinking within you. I ask for guidance before I continue on. I wish to write from that special place beyond thought, and I know I can. I connect with spaces beyond thought with my breath and with thought itself. It’s funny to me that we transcend thought through thought. Someone must have had the thought some day, “I want to sit in silence,” and that sitting led to being and that being was beyond thought. Does thought proceed everything? Or are there some things that just come into being, without thought at all? When I find myself quite thought-less I don’t make much sense, I’m less dense, out of tense, meaning past present and future. I have confidence in this skill of mine, I often see success in my future. I would hope that this piece of writing would be entertaining, I believe that it is. My one challenge is with where to send my work, or how to even send it in. I can do all of this in the moment. I can do it anywhere, with anyone. I can even speak like this, it doesn’t have to necessarily be typed. Anyways, I’m talented. Cool. What about you? Where do you feel most called to place your energy? Time is valuable, a hot commodity. Now, it’s difficult to stop rhyming, as you can see. I prefer my writing to write itself, it’s so much more fun that way. Sometimes I write with the writing, for example, when I said “so much more fun”, back a few words, a voice inside said “1000 times more fun”. However my body just typed so much more. What is that inner conflict? How curious I am about that. It is fascinating to me that I can hear from inside of my body, yet, my body can act in a way that is different than what I hear. I’m not so sure that words exist for the experience I am having. I don’t believe that anything is private. It can’t be. If I can hear my own thoughts, there must be something or someone else hearing them too. And if I consider what Mr. Tolle wrote about thoughts, this experience inside of me seems to be even more fascinating. When I say me, I am referring to my body. However, I am not 100% certain that thought truly occurs inside of my body. It seems that it is, but not everything is as it seems. When I breathe deeper and focus on where these words come from. Wow. I just did. Sound slowed down. I don’t know how else to share. I started this piece of writing with a question “What if I didn’t put any thought into an entire work of writing?” In this moment, I must correct myself because there has been a lot of thought here. I believe that the question could be evolved to be around my ability to produce a piece of writing without thought. Perhaps I will write in this way more often, to see if as I practice pure creation, flow of action without thought, my writing will change. Maybe, people will find that exciting to witness. This is my first time doing this, and I would enjoy doing it again. To clarify, what I am doing is just writing, there is no purpose or topic. However, it seems that part of me is determined to fashion some sort of objective, audience, topic, and goal. I find that interesting. I would like to just write, but that doesn’t seem entirely possible. As I’ve gone further and further on, it seems to be more and more challenging not to think. Suddenly, I want this creation to be good. I’m wondering where or when it will be read, and by who. I didn’t have those thoughts earlier in time, where I had only just written “ah. Finally a breath.” When I began, there was no inner voice present, and now, there is an inner voice reading each word with me as I am typing. Is is possible that my inner experience has become one with the outer experience? Should I allow myself to release judgement of this change I am witnessing? It seems there are two choices now in front of me: to analyze the inherent positivity and negativity of the new experience of the inner voice in conjunction with the outer creation of words on paper or to ignore whether it is good or bad and just choose to experience. I always breathe before I make choices. There is an energy present within me that is curious about the experience of the creation of this piece of writing. Is it good that I am reading each word that I type as I type it? Is this anxiety? Is this just anxiety pushed out? Has this been inside of me? All I can think now is wow… good thing I practice meditation. Imagine what the inside of my mind would be like without it! Should I be on meds? No. Immediately no. I love science. Pharmacy is both intellectually thrilling and satisfying to me, however I do not wish to have any products of pharmacy in my body. If my mind is insane, let it live on doing so. I want to experience me. Whatever happens… I think I scared myself. The experience is changing again. “Why don’t you just breathe Christina?” I hear. That’s my intuition, I’m sure of that. Okay, I will just breathe. Well, kinda hard to just breathe when I’m writing. I don’t want to take one second away from this very important work that I am doing to ‘just breathe’. Namaste grinding. Just kidding. Five minutes of breath work. Sign me up. This work could use more presence and deeper awareness, it’s getting weird and not the kinda weird I enjoy. This voice inside of me doesn’t seem to want the worst for me. It seems to want to live life as me. It’s 1:08 AM and I can’t get enough of life. Writing without personal thought. I think that is a more accurate description of this project. I would say that those 2 sentences came from me only because it was silent inside when I wrote them. But, other times when I write, I can hear the words before I write. I used to think that I was hearing God, now I wonder, am I hearing ego? What is the difference if any, between God and ego? God has created ego? Or is ego an expression of God? We all have a voice inside our mind. For some people it may come in different sounds or volumes. For some people this voice may only ever sound like their own voice. I wish I could know right now, what yours was like. Mine sounds like me, for now. Sometimes after I’ve listened to someone talk, my inner dialogue is just like their voice. Sometimes, that scares me. I definitely have some attachment to hearing my own voice in my mind. It’s comforting. Written word is unique in that way, compared to audiobooks, video content, or podcasts. When word is written, we can read in our own inner voice. When word is spoken to us, we don’t have that choice. Or is that choice an illusion? Mr. Tolle wrote that we don’t think, thinking happens to us. Would it be true to then say that we don’t talk to ourselves? Could it be that talking happens to us? Who are we? Really? If we aren’t the ones who are thinking and we aren’t the ones who are speaking, who is? And if this piece of writing is coming from thought that is happening to me, who is writing this book? I am.

Why did I want to live without thought so badly? Things just seemed to be easier that way. That’s not true. What’s true is that I am a person who likes to be “good”. I have always been the “good girl”. I have this idea in my mind that it is good to live life without thought, that thought is harmful to spirit. It has always been my wish to be as close to spirit as I can.

you can make beautiful art…

while falling apart.

I hope you enjoy my newest ebook. I’ve made a few of these, but this is my very first one I have decided to publish. Stay blessed. Enjoy. ❤️

Change in Heart

“It’s okay to feel sad when you’re going through a break-up,” I say to myself, as I take a deep breath a let my heart settle. Love. Partnership. A few months ago, I wanted those things more than anything else in this world. I know I deserve those things, and that I’m good for those things. The opportunities that I have to fall in love with someone else are overflowing. It’s easy for me, to appreciate men and it’s easy for them to appreciate me too. I fall in love with their patterns, the way they feel deeply, the way their minds work, how they spend their time, what they’re passionate about. I love how badly they want to care for others and support others. Now, I know not every man is like this, but these are the men I’ve known, and the men I have fallen in love with, in the past.

Most recently, I fell in love with an older man with two kids. I made the mistake of misjudging my ability to be cautious. I thought I was being cautious. I thought I was asking the right questions, but this connection took me exactly where I was afraid I would go. The place I’m afraid of is a type of certainty. The type of certainty that I’m speaking on makes you feel like the man you’re in love with is the last and only man you will ever love like the way you’re loving him right now. I got to that place quickly with this man.

We met on December third, on a boat. To be completely honest, when I first met him, I was confused by his energy. He wasn’t someone who gave off open, high, or loving energy at all. But, when I looked into his eyes, I was in touch with the same still presence I often resided in before bed and in the morning, in my meditation. I was curious. How was it that I felt so resistant to being close to this man, yet when our eyes locked, getting close to him seemed like the best thing to do?

With our connection growing quickly, I tried to stay as present as I could with God, and with time when I was with this man. I wanted this connection to be protected from my past. I wanted this connection to be good for me. Which I could say that everything is good for me, it’s life, created by God, it always has a purpose. But still, I just wanted it to have the space for this connection be different, fresh, and ultimately better than my past experiences. I thought I had to control life in order to experience the life that I wanted. Do you smell my lack of trust in God’s path coming off the screen??? I felt that in order to control the trajectory of this connection, that presence was key. What I was missing in all of this, was trust. I took on all of the weight of navigating this new part of my life as if I was the creator of it. I thought I was following new patterns… like waiting to sleep with him, asking more questions about him, consciously growing our connection, focusing on getting to know him, as a human being. I thought I knew exactly how to navigate this new love. But without trust in God, knowledge was nothing.

Over time, I lost focus on getting to know God. It was difficult to notice, because it happened so slowly. This man began to take up so much space in my heart, and I had so much focus on attaining what I thought would be the most special experience in my life, that I lost the thing that was truly the most special thing to me, my relationship with my creator. When I was introduced to two of this man’s best friends, I felt like our connection would definitely be long term. I began to develop a false sense of security. He wanted to introduce me to his kids soon, too.

Things were moving fast, faster than we both expected. On December 17th, after an emotionally difficult experience with my Mother, with whom I’ve had a complicated relationship with my entire life, this man and I went to Busch Gardens together. I was excited to forget about what had happened in the afternoon and do something fun. Why not make it even more fun with some sativa/Delta 8? The night was hazy. I threw up. I had unprotected sex that I wouldn’t exactly describe as consensual. But because of the way I felt about this man, I assumed we would have had sex in the future anyways. I let the night go. I wanted to move on. I didn’t want to see that things were headed in a negative direction.

Over the next two weeks, I couldn’t find any sort of calm. One moment I was completely anxious, the next I was detached and numb. I was spiraling. It was during this time that I felt God call me to spend the New Year’s Eve weekend in solitude. It was also conveniently during this time that I was asked to spend the weekend with these new people in my life. New Years Eve weekend was a weekend of alcohol, sex, delta 8, more alcohol, and other drugs, and now we’re here. I touched the lowest places my energy has every occupied in my life, and I know it was needed. I believe that God needed to wake me up to what’s really important in this life. Protecting my health is something I need to invite God to do for me. Protecting my brain, my mind, my perception is something I need to invite God to do for me. Protecting my heart, is something Jesus will do if I just let him hold my heart, instead of clutching onto it myself. I needed to place my trust in Him, to lean not on my own understanding.

5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
6 in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 3:5-6

I feel so changed from what I just experienced. So, in a way, I am grateful for the heartbreak I’m moving though, because God is now a bigger part of my life than I have ever seen Him be. I don’t waste my breath anymore on skipping over the truth. I know that I won’t compromise my character again. It’s okay to feel sad when you’re going through a break-up. It’s also okay to feel grateful, at peace, and relieved. There is so much to feel. I’m grateful God has gifted me with the opportunity to be alive with all of this. This life of mine is precious to me, and now, I know for sure, how precious my life is to Him too. There’s a plan for all of us, and God is always, always here.

2 0 2 3

A new paradigm
How Divine this Earth is

Heart to Heart connection so deep
No need to repeat
History
this isn’t His-story
or Her-story

It’s GOD’S STORY

His Light is illuminated to
it’s original glory.
We’re in a new paradigm.

It’s our time
To shine
To love
To receive and give
Not from each other
But from our Father

We’re remembering
Who we came here to be
How we came here to shine


We know what it feels like
to truly live

2023
Is the year for you and me
2023
Is the year that we’re free
From the plans that were never true
anything not of God falls through
and we’re left with perfection.
What was promised after Jesus’ Resurrection is here.
We are so so clear.

Our minds are free
Our hearts are open
No more hoping,
but knowing.
No more wishing,
just growing.

No need to win.
Less and less sin.
A world with real harmony.

2023
There’s no war on reality.
Freely living,
Moment to Moment
Giving

We don’t hold anything
Angels say our voices will ring

Letting go, releasing any and all things
Placed to stop us from being true

Nothing can touch me and you
We choose Union with the One who made us

The best part of life is being with Him
And we remember
2023

Sacred reality
God’s heavenly plan
For you and me
Is beyond the 2022 reality

Pure harmony
We remember
Where we came from
We remember
Who we are