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?

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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.

Me.

What does it mean, to choose yourself?

In this moment, it means noticing my body is wrapped in the towel I placed around it after I showered. I’m cold. 

If I valued my body more than I valued sharing words with the world, I would have an entirely different life. See, I was taught to put work first, over everything. So here I am, uncomfortable, but getting stuff done. Is the discomfort truly necessary? 

I wanted to try something new. I had been putting myself in the most uncomfortable situations all my young adult life, and what did that get me? 

What if my comfort started to matter to me? What if I cared more about me feeling good, than success? When it came to making choices, I wanted to put more energy into being aware of what I was truly feeling, and less energy into what everyone else around me seemed to want for me.

I wanted to learn to choose me.

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.

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.


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.

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. ❤️

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