Friday, April 22, 2005
THE PROMISED GROUND
A change of name, a change of place, another suit of clothes.
From living sun to roots of trees, same source but different goes.
So, why not bask and be eternal now and awake to see??
The all of ALL we're meant to be...
`Lo what we make of our own UNKNOWN is key
When stopped are the battles in our own CREATIVITY.
Then...we can..step back and BE
The ALL revealed as harmony.
"YES LIFE" has ITs song so long attended
By right of our mind use it is is con-core-depended
Ah...the attractions of our own BEING number
Amid the ALL sum told...is ours to see, to hear, behold!!
While symbols crowd our cornicopias found,
Calling to their own both far and near,
As realization dawns in us so clear!
For to KNOW is to DO the WAY of Happiness
No matter what all others choose to make
Our inner outer flame is ONE, awake!
The harvest of our chosen strain come through...
Humanity IN me...Humanity IN you
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Thursday, February 10, 2005
MAH Gii KAH Oui
MAGii`Kah Oui,
"Our Relationship Speaks"
In the ever so loud ~ yet SILENT VOICE
Of the present quality of ~ each our own ~ BEING NUMBER
Amid the all sum told
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OF ALL ORIGINS
Within the forms of all that we see
Lies SUBSTANCE from which all form springs.
The SEED SYSTEM 'speaks' upon its vast expanse of all potential
On rays of 'pre-light' cometh:
All Rocks Minerals Molecules
All Races Cultures Creeds,
In endless…, Myriad
* Each Ray's vibration conceives its form *
And its relationship amid the firmament of ALL.
Even Seed-Light flickering like firefly soon meets and merges with 'like kind'
Ever relaying the mode of 'shared' Origins:
Infinitely re-creating existence ITSELF.
And thus a web of light is forged
A circulatory system continues perpetuating.
From one point of light to another of like kind light
Within this Vast Expanse of ALL Origins!
I AM Ahanda KAH Sii AHA
*Sounding the Light & Love that I AM as expressed through my 7 major chakra centers*
WHOLE ~ NOW
We are The WHOLE here & now
Acting in versions made by our minds
Though we appear set apart, one from the other
We see this on purpose through double blinds
Instead of listening within for the ONE's silent voice
While struggling as characters in our dramas of choice
We work hard to create the good & right W A Y
My mind has accepted this wisdom above
My heart is awakening and feeling this love
In a twinkling of knowing there's no where to go
And by being the TRUTH behind each of our eyes
Just the real us without a disguise
Nothing to affirm and nothing to ploy
Makes everything seem a resounding joy
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Acting in versions made by our minds
Though we appear set apart, one from the other
We see this on purpose through double blinds
Instead of listening within for the ONE's silent voice
While struggling as characters in our dramas of choice
We work hard to create the good & right W A Y
My mind has accepted this wisdom above
My heart is awakening and feeling this love
In a twinkling of knowing there's no where to go
And by being the TRUTH behind each of our eyes
Just the real us without a disguise
Nothing to affirm and nothing to ploy
Makes everything seem a resounding joy
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005
A ~ S A C R E D ~ F I R E
I was flying in my no form-ness (it is just easier to get around that way) when from thousands of feet above the earth I spied a flickering white light fire (just like a star if you looked up and out. "WHoa!" said I, "must descend here a bit and see what that is!!!" So down I came closer and closer above it to behold a huge bond fire with bodies standing around it in a circle.
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"hmmmmmm very interesting," so I came all the way down to the ground (into full attunement with the bond fire and the people around it) and Lo` and behold they were all young but mature Native American males each representing a different tribe on the North American continant. I walked around the outside of their circle beholding each and every one. Boy was I getting my fill of the chiefs I use to call in spirit because they all seemed to be gone from here where I live.
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But anyway. . .
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Here they all were and I liked the plains Indians the best (no idea why. I just felt kinship) They were all fancied up in traditional garb but there was one there that just had a short breach of beige leather and he wore only one white feather in his long black braids. Don't ask me why I was so drawn to him but I must have looked to closely because in a flick I was suddenly 'me inside of man with 1 white feather'.
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I got so excited I couldn't contain myself and the he of me silently 'ordered me' to calm down - which I immediately did and began marveling that I/we had done that so easily.... So there I was calmly looking out through man with one white feather staring into the BOND fire.
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By and by I noticed a form take shape within the fire and of the substance of the fire.
It was an old old indian man in a knee length white robe with long white hair in scruffy braids, no feathers. he carried a palm sized bowl in his left hand. I was transfixed and simultaneously totally still as me inside of one white feather. Closer and closer came the old man of the fire. right up nose to nose with us. As I stared into the old man's eyes suddenly I was the old man looking back at man with 1 white feather. I was in their gaze or energy rapport` and I was marveling at the whole phenomena.
Back and forth I went between them and then stayed in the old man of the fire.
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We lifted the bowl up to the heart level and dipped the 2 first fingers of our right hand into the white stuff in the bowl. The old man's hand then reached out of the edge of the fire where he stood and made a line straight down (verticle) from man with one feather's center lip to the bottom of the chin. Then the old man dipped again and did 2 more lines horizontal straight out from the corners of man with one white feather's mouth. Then old man dipped again and made a white line down the bridge of Man with One White Feather's nose. Then old man dipped again and made a long line across the eyebrows left to right. Then dipped again and did a 2nd line right above (mid forehead) that left to right.
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((Oh I forgot to tell you that after each of the white lines were applied I was inside of man with one white feather just long enough to feel a release of energy which was added unto him with each additional line painted on his face))
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I was silently marveling like I couldn't believe - at this happening and simultaniously exclaiming, "Well no wonder I feel like I'm in a wrong (not right) life-style this life-time!!".
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So now we get to the 3rd white line horizontal across the very top under the hair line of man with one white feather's face and wham ! ! - instantly the whole Earth is perceived as the sacred mother of all life and the whole scene is ONE BEING (that's a word that I glammed onto later later) ONE THING is what it was. All in forms but the awareness was just THE ONE US and it was all of us everywhere and there right then.
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"WWwwww oooooooo wwwwWW!!", thought I, without making a wave! and then BLAM I was back in my own body as she who writes and logs experience with you right here and right
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A ~ S A C R E D ~ F I R E
Aye we stand. . .staring at our common source
Each representing our own kind
Unto the receiving of VISION
Again we go unto the grandfathers
Making W A Y for justice to reappear on Earth
Deligated in us by the Chief
Whose connection with knife and sword
Has been tested, tried and trued
Burnt forth from metal into light
The sacred flame, deep within
BELOW DREAMS OF FEAR
Smolders here. . .
As source comes again through us
Who can be rising fire thunderbirds
Amidst the people
Hawk emerges first Or` far horizon
But soon. . . transmutes in wisdom
To Eagle with snake in tow
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Friday, January 28, 2005
McCrawford White Feather Saltz
With Hald Yer Glance Matie
Of Yer Subjection I Ain't So Fond
Welsh Ahim and that's not ahl
Part English Part Souix Indian
And a wee bit of German Jew
A Heinz`57 Ahim
Just a Walkin Mutiny of the Bounty
And Nobody Owns this man sir
So you can keep Yer Sin...
`Cause this Earth is my home
And its Unicorns, they call me
From Within
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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Freo Foot Prints
First Poem 1978.......
Title: R E F L E C T I O N S
YOU
...are the Cosmic Void 2 me
All dark
All quiet
All fertility
Where out of NO THING swirles magnetic dust
Screaming, BECOME! Become, become I MUST!
Some where some how an intelligence guides
Energy's infinite forming...
Ah yes, `Tis good to BE BORN
And to know how all that is
Relates to US now,
Just US Humans
S T A N D I N G
On eternity's
Bow
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