Dream or dreamer

 

Dreamer or the Dream.

Does the dreamer experience the dream or does the dream experience the dreamer?

Does the light come over the horizon or does the horizon move under the light?

The sun continues to shine whether you see it or not.

Are you on this side of the wall, or are you on the other side of the wall?

How do you really know if you are here? Where is here?

Yesterday is a past illusion and tomorrow is a vision that does not yet exist. 

Is yesterday today and tomorrow a product of the dream or the dreamer?

The cross roads connecting today and tomorrow

You are at this very second one heart beat in eternity. 

Cynthia 

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Ain’t Nobody gonna Break my Stride

Hi dear friends and followers. Today I have a poem which I composed myself sometime back and thought it might be of interest to you. Have a great read. 

Ain’t Nobody gonna Break my Stride

Hey girl, ain't nobody gonna break my stride. I am as stubborn and ornery as a dumb OX.

If not, I would never have gotten this far through the turmoil and chaos of the past to this island of relative peace and tranquility within myself. I am as strong as the wind but as delicate as a spider's web.

I may break like the spider’s web in the buffeting wind, but I can also be rewoven by the spider determination. Always love and not hate, forgiveness of those who cannot see, then give of myself to those I wish to have the ability to see.

Oh, how I have sat so many times and wondered at the stupidity of those who are blind to the world around them.  I try to enlighten the path for those who fail to see the brilliance and beauty of the light that is all around them.  But it appears they do not possess the ability to see this light for the all-consuming darkness will not allow them to see this brilliant beauty which abounds all around.
Their ears are deaf to my words and their eyes look blankly through me as though I were not there.

Being the trusting and determined soul I am, I may at times get weary on this journey through life, and have had need to stop to rest. But I mustn’t rest for too long for I will become overwhelmed by loneliness and once again I hunger to move on. I can not and will not surrender to the darkness that threatens to consume me times. I must keep trudging my way forward against the buffeting wind of time, as the blowing stinging, sands of time that quicken the tears that well up from my eyes.


I gather my cape about me as I lean into the vicious, shrieking wind, and continue to slowly but meticulously forge my way forward on my journey’s destiny.

At last the wind dissipates, and the air calms about me as I open my eyes to see. As I blink my eyes to clear them from the dust and sand, the light around me is of a surreal brightness.
Bright light in a thick, swirling fog, like eddies of smoke. For a time I thought surely I was losing my vision. Then the swirling mist began to thin as my eyes started to adjust and focus to different shapes around me.

"I can see!" I say excitedly as I place my hands over my cheeks! I can see all the beautiful children stopping to look up at me, with both hands clasped behind their backs in wide-eyed, innocent wonderment. “Who is this strange lady who appeared out of nowhere?”
Cynthia ©

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I was looking through some of my earlier work and I found this one.  It's appropriate for sharing around this time of year, American Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day.  I hope that you like it.

Cindy
Your Friendly, Neighborhood Fairy Lady

WHO ARE THE ANGELS?

Could it be that elderly lady who returned your wallet you lost yesterday?

Or maybe the taxi driver who complimented that your eyes light up when you smile.

Or could it be the child who showed you the wonder in simple things.

Maybe the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

The rich man who showed you that anything is possible, if only you believe.

Possibly the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart, when you thought you had none.

~~~Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types and colors.~~

Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with green eyes, some with blue eyes. .

An angel may come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They will not remain for long and they travel light.

They will not ask for compensation and they leave no forwarding address.

They are hard to find unless you know where to look for them,

But when you choose to see, they are everywhere you look.

*****So, open you eyes and count all the Angels you have encountered - for you are truly blessed!*****

My experience with who are these angels? Who are the enlightened? Who are these light workers? Warriors of the light? The awakening?

These angels could also be those girls who volunteer at a shelter for the homles, or any other number of such places, like soup kitchens, brothels, seedy bars, drop-ins, halfway houses, hostels.

They could be ambulance attendants, search and rescue, paramedics, fire department, coast guard, national guard, Doctors, nurses, even candy-stripers,

then you have the street people such as sex workers, alcoholics, addicts, mental health recipients, any of those forgotten by society. Some would call them Derelicts, a burden of society. When I was out there I did my part as best I could sometimes taking someone home with me when they didn't have anywhere to go. To sleep over, wash their clothes, or just to eat a meal, even when I was barely able to feed myself. That is just to mention a few.

I believe I have met a few of those angels in my travels in some of those places I mentioned above and many other places I have traveled through during my wondering days across both Canada and US. I moved on looking  looking fore where I could best be of services.  It was a choice and that choice for me was freedom, to choose where I could best be of service.

I might be retired now but my wings are never far from rech

Cynthia©

Valley of the People

Hi dear friends and followers. Today I have a story for yo, one which I composed myself. This story was derived from a dream I had some time back.
Valley of the People

I find myself standing on a high shelf near the top of a mountain. This is the place where the mountaintop touches the heavens, I am told. Many go to mountaintops to speak to the spirits to gain knowledge and wisdom. The mountain tops are symbolic of the Earthly Mother's yearning to touch the Heavenly Father.

I can see myself holding something in my hands as I intently watch a steady stream of people dressed in dusty, tattered clothes winding their way through a pass between mountains. From my perch high up, near the top the mountain, I am able to see them entering a beautiful emerald green valley surrounded by sharp, craggy purple mountains, standing like giant sentinels guarding the lush green forests, interspersed by a patchwork of fields and valleys of lighter shades of green. The valleys are dotted with shimmering lakes, connected by streams and rivers that sparkle like gems in the brilliant sun of an azure sky.

As I turn back to look at the dry, desolate, grayish-brown expanse of land before me, I become aware that the object I was holding in my hands resembled a crystal ball. The crystal ball was pulsating, radiating a gleaming white light, as I brought it up over my head, holding it high above me. I then realized that the crystal ball I held was a the beacon whose purpose was to light the way for those who seek the way out of the desolate wilderness.

A young girl-child, tugs persistently at the hem of her mom's dress. The mother of the child looks down at the dusty face of her young one, who is smiling broadly with eyes as big as saucers. She does not speak, but only points towards the mountains. Her mom looks in the direction the child is pointing tentatively with her tiny index finger. At first the mom doesn't see anything, but as her dust dried eyes moisten and adjust to the distance, she sees it. A tiny, bright blue spark, there, near the top of the mountain! Excitedly she shouts as she pulls on the sleeve of the woman next to her.

She noted that as word went around there were others who began to point towards the mountains. She was relieved all had resumed plodding wearily forward. At least it now was, literally, towards a spark of hope.

I smile and stand proud as the people make their way through the pass to the valley beyond. My soul mate comes to stand beside me. She holds up high and proudly over her head a light sword that is made of the same bright light as the crystal ball.

I have been told that to see is to believe. Even as we dream we see what tomorrow will bring. The great streams belongs to Mother Earth. They are ever flowing and never ending, steady as her "well of life". This is where all birth and manifestation occur. She gives us the ability to feel with our bodies.

As stars in the night shine, so does the unity of these lights as they wind around each other from light to light with the purity of darkness. The pillars of the Pearly Gates give us passageway between one realm of our hearts to the other realm, that of time. Together we travel two roads as one journey. The love of the heart is as great as a mountain. Here where eruptions can occur, the law of love overcomes all to build great things.

When one finds no joy in one's life, one becomes weary. The need to be inquisitive, to know, learn, and to be productive, has left them. One becomes the inferior man/woman. But in the embrace of hope, a feeling of protection comes over them. One looks up and walks upright. As one sees the mountains around them, one knows the journey may be long and arduous, but the beauty sustains them and they yearn to be the superior one, and know and be as one with the Oneness of Universe, Source, Great Spirit, *God.* (Pick a higher power of your understanding and insert Its name here.)

Cynthia © 2015

And they shall gather as the constellations of stars of the night sky —
because they shall truly be as bright as stars upon the face of this Earth.
And the faces of this New People shall shine like the Sun —
because they shall truly be the Light of the Golden Orb
shining within the æthers of this Earth.
And their voices shall sound
as gently as leaves in the forest moved by the breeze
and as mighty as the roaring thunder awakening all to life —
because theirs shall be the power to sing songs of joy
and to unlock the sealed mysteries of Life.
Author unknown-- 

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Magick
PHIlosophy

Magick is everywhere.

It is everything. Magick is a point of view.

Quite literally so. It is very much like the wind, invisible, yet moving around us everywhere we are. Magick is like a wind blowing through a busy city; everyone feels it but few pay attention to it. That is, not until it blows something over or a door open. Magick comes from the interactions of all things. This includes the "reality" we have identified, as well as what we call "fantasy." This interaction includes the point of view called "science" as much as the point of view called "religion" or "spirituality." This interaction also includes what we label as "truth" and that which we label as "falsehood."
Magick is not apparent, rather, it is innate.

It is innate to ALL of existence. Magick interacts with all things and is therefore not experienced as any ONE thing. You cannot point to magick and say "There it is!", for it is the dance of all things. The dance is too large to see by the eyes or to be reasoned by the brain. If science is the skill of living then magick is the art (implying the freedom inherent to existing.) Magick is the embrace of the existential power we possess as living creatures.

The existence of anything is a miracle.
To explain how the miracle occurred does not detract from the magick that it occurred at all.

Magick is a field effect created by the interplay of all life and all existence. Consciousness is but the tip of the iceberg; the virtual "trail of bread crumbs" which leads to the silent music, that is magick.
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A Faraway Hiding Place

A place in one of my visions.

I have me one of those secrete places I have told but only but a few people. A where no one can bother me, and no one knows where it is. This is a special place that resides right inside my very own mind, like it is a way far away place, (Possibly Alpha Centory) in mind travel, it is but the wink of an eye.

This land is lush with emerald green forests and grassy plains, dappled with a multitude of brightly colored blossoms swaying and  rippling with the light summer breeze. I can feel the breez on my cheeks, as I look to the horizon at the distant purple mountains. Above the mountains I see a milky blue sky and up above the sky is dark enough that I can see some stars. Stars in mid day? Can you imagine that? There! To the west, I see two moon sized orbs one bigger then the other. One the color of mauve, the other sandy brown.

And, ah, my goodness, how amazingly pretty is the bright blue sun-sparkly stream that snakes its way lazily across the plains and empties into the large turquoise lake just over yonder. I can not see the lake yet, but I know it's there, you see, I been here many times before and I find it just as breath taking now as I did every time I have been here previously. I can hear the euphonious song birds as a background symphony of other wildlife sounds coming from the nearby emerald green forest.

A light breeze arises, ruffling my long hair as I walk down a grassy slope towards my left, and again I stop suddenly with baited breath, this was the place where I had discovered the turquoise lake the first time I was here. I resumed walking for a short distance along the sandy edge of the river where I can this time see all of its grand beauty!

I stop again, putting one hand over my heart which was racing in anticipation. I raised my other hand to cover my mouth, then I drop slowly to my knees in awe at this grand beauty. I see tiny wavelets stirred by the soft southerly breeze on the turquoise lake's surface, which suddenly appears to to be covered with little sparkles created by the light breez on it's surface, like magical fairy dust I thought.

As I lie on the soft, tall grass at the edge of the white sandy beach, the sighing of the pine needles in the majestic old pines above me and I begin to drift into a dazed sleep in the warm sun, I was brought to full wakefulness when heard a rustling sound and saw a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh goodness!," I spoke softly to myself as I sat up suddenly and looked towards that la stone out yonder. The movement that had caught my attention had been in the area of this stone I was quite certain. I continued watching the rock when I saw this really precious little critter, a white furry little thing frantically scrambling to get under the rock. Another critter, a big one, with long purple and blue fur and had a snout similar in shape to that of an ant eater. This large beast was apparently giving chase to the little one, it stopped at the stone, moved back and forth sniffing a few times, then just sauntered away in to the woods, giving up the chase I thought. I waited a few minutes after the big one  had disappeared into the woods. I then walked over to the stone and looked under it.

Yes, the little critter was still there. I knew it was the same one that had come to visit me on my previous occasions before when I came here to this world. Its little emerald colored eyes sparkling in the sunlight blinked on and off in the dark under the rock. I extended my arms out towards the little guy. He just ran out from under that old rock and jumped into my arms feeling secure it proceeded to curl up in my arms, mewling in comfort.. He still resides with me to this day, but then I tell people about him I tell them he is one of many pets that I visit I just don't say where letting them fill in the blanks.

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How do you think with your heart?

How do you think with your heart? 

An attempt to answer a reader’s question – by ~Jean
Posted on March 14, 2013 by Jean

Today, I’m setting other work aside to try to answer an important question asked of me by a reader:  ”…I need to ask a question. How do you think with the heart? I think with my mind and cannot get my head around this concept and it has been puzzling me for months. I read it all over the place, go into your heart, read with your heart, think with your heart. It would be most helpful if you could do a small piece on this to explain to everybody like me just exactly what this means. …”
It’s a tough question to answer, because it is something almost impossible to talk about.

Heart (Photo credit: mozzercork)

To think with your heart, you have to be living in your heart, and living in your heart is a personal experience that each one of us has to personally engage. When we’ve been there, we absolutely ‘know’ it, and for everyone I know who’s lived there, there isn’t another place on earth  we want to spend our time. Most of us will spend our lives trying to get back there, or trying to stay there.

The journey into my heart began unbeknownst to me in my late fifties with a desire to finally get my life right. It had never been right, and I’d been told all sorts of lies, like my body chemistry was out of balance, so I had to take drugs, and, yes, I would soon get better. Not! I was on those drugs for over forty years, and I never got better, because I never had a life, not like the life I thought I was supposed to live. (How I finally got off doctor prescribed drugs is another story altogether and perhaps for another time.) I’d even told myself the lie that God was telling me this was all I was supposed to have/do, and I needed to accept that fact. How else to make sense of it all?

About seventeen years ago, I was scrubbing a toilet in our guest powder room, and I sat back on my haunches to listen to a not-very-nice comment to me from my ex-husband. It was not until about a year later that I realized the voice that spoke to me then was not me simply ‘having a thought’. It addressed me in the third person and said, “Jean, your life is almost over, and you haven’t lived yet!”

I didn’t shut that voice down, and so the Universe’s energy began to act, within weeks it became almost like a maelstrom, and to make a long, amazing story very short, I simply walked out of a life I couldn’t tolerate anymore and wound up living in the basement apartment of someone I hadn’t seen or heard from in over forty years on Capitol Hill about one-half block from the Supreme Court building, in Washington, D.C. I’d already  started divorce proceedings. By doing what I did I threw myself into both PTSS and the Kundalini Awakening. I was so asleep that I never even saw any of it coming.

Although I knew there would eventually be a divorce settlement, I was broke – and I was utterly alone.

It was being alone that actually saved me, because getting my life together was entirely up to me. There wasn’t going to be anyone coming along to save me. I decided I wasn’t going to move forward until I’d figured out what had happened to me, and so I looked for a therapist. I went through seven of them in rapid order, because they all told me it would take the rest of my life to heal. I said that I was already old and didn’t have the rest of my life; there were other things I wanted to do besides heal. Finally—and I’m really short-cutting the story here, I called a woman whom I’d repeatedly missed when I’d tried to contact her earlier. We connected, and there was something in her voice, I would now say it was the level of vibration, when she told me, “Jean, I think I can help you,” that told me indeed she could—and she did. We worked together almost every day for maybe a year. I’ve never seen another therapist since then, about ten years ago, because the tools I learned from her have been sufficient for me to manage my life and to find and get the help I’ve needed as I moved forward.

In the beginning, it was total hell, because I felt like I was pulling myself up out of a deep, dark well by my finger nails. Every time I made progress, however, I knew it, and that is what kept me going. I can’t tell you how many times I called her in total terror, asking her to teach me to think differently about something—and she always did. There were no secrets, there was no weird silence, as I wandered around in my own inner darkness. I knew exactly what we were doing and why: rebuilding my primal brain; learning lessons about how to move through life that my parents were simply unable to teach me; just being ‘heard’ as for the very first time in my life I regurgitated the nightmare that had been my life—and was validated as a human being instead of being told I was the problem. She offered advice that kept me safe so that in my ignorance I didn’t get into trouble, but more than that she empowered me all along the way and she taught me how and why she was doing it. She gave me the tools and instruction I needed to walk through life. She taught me about energy and how to read it, how to know when the energy coming back to me was good, or bad, and then she taught me what to do when it was bad in order to keep myself safe—and even what to do if it was good.

More than anything, though, for the first time in my life I experienced genuine, caring love from a woman who had also walked my path back from sexual abuse, which, by the way, I did not remember until I was in my early sixties. To this day, I carry the look in her eyes deep within my heart when she told me I would eventually hold her love for me within myself, and that I wouldn’t have to look outside for it anymore, that love would be within me. I can remember walking the Hill with my little dog, taking photographs of the beautiful dooryard gardens there, and simply practicing getting in touch with and feeling the love energy that comes from our hearts and trying to hold the feeling of her love for me in my heart. I worked at this for days on end. I must have recited at least a thousand times, I’m not the best, but I’m good enough. I made up my mind I was going to heal these wounds, somehow. I didn’t know how, but I knew how a journey of a thousand steps starts, and so I started.

I remember well the first time in a healing group when I did a rebirthing exercise and felt the love of the group for me. It was almost too much for me. I liken the feeling I had then to what I imagine it is for someone who has been in a concentration camp for a lifetime (which my therapist said I was), who has imagined having a milkshake or root beer float and a cheeseburger, but who finds to their dismay when they are finally free, that they simply can’t eat that kind of rich food yet, not after the horrible rations they have been forced to eat for all those years. I had to begin to feel love in tiny, tiny bits until my body adjusted.

All of us who were working together there at the Center were being honest about the fact that something wasn’t working in our lives. We all wanted something better than what we’d had, and we were willing to work for it. We weren’t wearing masks. We weren’t trying to appear ‘whole’, because we knew we weren’t. This honesty, this willingness to get down to the bottom of our wounds to find out who we really are is a necessary part of the pathway into our hearts. If we want to live in the higher dimensions, I believe it is a necessary part of each person’s pathway.

When we are open and honest about ourselves, we no longer judge others, using standards that have absolutely no meaning in the higher dimensions: color, race, education, money, outer looks, cars, houses, clothes, jewelry, and on and on—endlessly. We see others as people on a journey of their choice, like we are. After all, we all incarnate here to learn lessons. Probably the most important lesson to learn is that outer ‘things’ are meaningless. After all, we don’t know why someone decided to be short, or ugly, or poor, or very rich, or handsome. What did they hope to learn when they chose these attributes? We just don’t know. This time around, before they incarnated here did they decide they want to move to a higher dimension? That is something we don’t really know either, yet we judge them for not ‘getting it’, over and over again, and I include myself here, as well. It is so hard to break away from such judgments and just love someone where they are!

Believe me there isn’t anyone here who doesn’t have their fair share of wounds, because our wounds, which are what create our separation from God, are a part of Duality. When we have done the inner work to heal our wounds, then we have a chance to live with some clarity from within our hearts. To me, this means that our hearts rule our minds and our minds respond in service to our hearts. We become a thoroughly integrated human being. If we have clarity and are in touch with our hearts when trying, for instance to make a decision,  our hearts will never, ever give us bad information. On the other hand, our minds are all about keeping our egos safe, and getting rid of our egos means learning humility. Humility means we can acknowledge willingly that we don’t have all the answers, that we don’t always have clarity about a situation, and that, yes, our egos still get in our way. . . and we are sorry that we’ve made a mistake. In other words, we aren’t into lying to ourselves or to others anymore about who and where we are.

Huge numbers of people aren’t even close to wanting to try to live this way, and that can present problems for those of us who do.  Are we supposed to love such people anyway? Are we supposed to expose ourselves to them?  I think the answer is a partial yes, because ‘yes’ doesn’t mean we have to be close to them, or let them get close enough to us to hurt us. We don’t have to throw our pearls before swine. Turning the other cheek doesn’t mean being a doormat! (That was a huge one for me! I can remember the exact, precise moment when that gem of a gift was given to me!) Importantly, this means, as well, that we don’t judge other people for having a different focus in their lives than we do. We are all going to return to God, sooner or later, and no matter how we may feel about it, it up to them when and how they decide to make their own personal journey.

What I think this means is that we begin to seek out people with whom we feel good, people who can like us for what, where, and who we are. More and more, we are slowly finding one another. How do we know when people like us? We begin to read the energy that comes from them! Do we feel comfortable with them and can we be genuine with them, or are we always measuring our words and actions. If the answer is the latter, then in the long run, their energy probably isn’t healthy, and such friendships are headed for problems. Of course, there is also the very subtle problem that we may unconsciously be hiding ourselves behind a mask, and we may not be presenting ourselves to the world as who we truly are. We may have been doing this for so long as a means of protection that we don’t even know we are doing it. Then, the responsibility to be ‘real’ with people before we judge them as wanting is most definitely ours. Gradually, gradually, one at a time, though, we begin to create new friendships and a very different life, but until we do, we can live in a lonely place.

In the meantime, as we begin to fill up our space and time with new friends, we can also experiment with things we would like to ‘do,’ things that perhaps we have never done before. Take a class, learn a new skill. It needn’t be earthshaking or life-changing, but it will introduce us to a new world and people who might have similar interests. One of the best books I know for getting into your heart, is called, believe it or not, The Artist’s Way by Julie Cameron. (It was always my dream to start a support group of people who wanted to follow this book’s prescription. I say ‘believe it or not’, because in my opinion this book is not just for artists! It is for people seeking to create a better life for themselves. Take a look at it, and you likely will see what I mean. Yes, you can look at it in its narrower focus, but as I see it, its focus is much, much broader: If you will follow its prescription, you will without doubt begin to change your life.

Why do I say this? Because this book teaches many of the things I was taught by my therapist, and they worked for me! I lived the new, quantum view of the world: when I changed how I felt, I changed my life! I drew different energies to myself

Recently, I moved away where I lived before because although I deeply love the people there, they simply couldn’t hear me. The windows shades on their eyes came visibly down to me when I would try to speak of my inner journey and of the things I was discovering about the financial situation, about ETs, about the science of the times in which we are living. These are highly educated people with well-developed intellects, and I have since learned these are the kinds of people who seem to have the most trouble with this shift in consciousness. It seems they have taken pride in their well-developed intellects, but, sadly, they have trouble understanding that life isn’t going to be lived from that place anymore, and they don’t seem to want to hear this fact. Each time they rejected me, and I tried joining many different organizations and groups, instead of shutting myself down, which they specifically told me I should do, in order to belong—you know the old phrase, go-along-to-get-along, I kept on going farther and farther down the rabbit hole. I came to the place where I had decided what I was going to do with my life? How was I going to survive?

Some friends had told me I should start a blog, and finally when nothing else worked, I sat there and cried out in pain, asking if that was what I was supposed to do, and that was how my blog began, for which, by the way, I have never spent one single penny. For the first time, the energy that came back tome from it was good, and so I knew this was something the Universe, the quantum field, God wanted me to do. It has kept me going through some pretty rough times as I have continued to heal.

I’d tried for eight years to move from this place I’d intended to make my final home, a place I’d thought was heaven when I went there, and I never could, mostly because moving meant stretching my finances too far.  Over a year ago now, though, I travelled with a group in Arizona into the canyon lands headed by Ron LaPlace, who teaches for Drunvalo, and then we studied at Drunvalo’s Illuminated Heart Workshop. This wonderful journey changed my life. The entire time, we lived in our hearts, and it was an amazing experience. You couldn’t have found a more diverse group of people, but we were/remain all ‘in love’ with one another. There was no judgment, but there was support, guidance, and love enough to go around. When a couple in the group heard of my plight concerning moving, they suggested I come live there in their town.

I started the ball rolling out in Sedona, and apparently the Universe was on board, because it supported me all the way. When I got home, I began to make arrangements to have things packed and moved, someone looked at my condo twice, bought it without inspection, and as I boarded the plane two-and-a-half weeks later to a place I’d never even seen, the check from the sale was deposited in my bank account!

When I got fearful as I made the transition to a totally new life, I had only to recall how I had felt living in my heart during those two weeks together in Sedona, and I found the courage to continue on my path. I’d learned to read the energy, to trust not only myself (all those years on my own), but the Universe, and I’d dared to be who I really am, even though I received put-down after put-down from good people who simply couldn’t understand me. I’d learned not to judge them, but that I needed to love myself first and foremost, because iI’d learned that if I had ‘me’, then I would be okay. I’ve found a small group of people where I now live who are on this path. There are wonderful alternative medicine and healing modalities available here, some of them very advanced, making use for instance of quantum biofeedback. Lots of people here are at least very much aware, and for that I am thankful. Many do not understand things as I do, but they give me the beautiful gift of allowing me to be who I am, and that as I see it is indeed a very special gift.

This is pretty much in a nutshell what my journey to living in my heart has been like. Do I live there twenty-four hours a day? No, I don’t. Like everyone else, I get lost, but somehow I do get back there. It’s all about living life surrounded by a feeling of love. My life was so awful, I was willing to die—or get it right. I didn’t want to settle for making do. Not everyone makes that choice, but somehow I think it was a part of my contract before I came here. I don’t want to experience Duality anymore, and I’ll do whatever it takes to leave it behind. I also have the sense that whatever it is we each decide to learn when we come here, we never choose something we cannot accomplish. Do we sometimes duck our contract with ourselves after we get here? Maybe, but I just don’t know, and I can’t speak for anyone else. Anyway, I hope this helps you understand what it means to learn to live in and think from your heart. Perhaps my words will start an interesting discussion.

Hugs and love to you all,
~Jean
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Fairy Dreams and Fairy Love

Fairy Dream

One night I was seeing the same multiple shimmering, swirling colors fill the room as I discussed in another story. This time, after the colors dimmed and faded away there was this one dot of bright blue-white light that remained floating in the middle of the room.

It started to pulsate, then it was spinning, or it was more like pirouetting around real fast, like a ballerina. It then approached, slowly at first, then speeded up as it got closer. I was frozen to the spot where I sat on my bed, not daring to move. At the last second, when I thought impact was imminent, I backed away from it, not too particularly enthusiastic in finding out what it would do to me if it hit me.

I named this little spirit being my little ballerina after that night. It darted at me three times then would swerve away after nearly impacting, then would retreat then appear to just spin in the air in the middle of the room like a ballerina once more.

After darting forward the second time it again swerved away at the last second then retreat to the middle of the room and just sit there and spin. On its third pass it darted forward again, this time right for my face. Reflexively I put out my hand out to protect my face and it just stopped there hovering, not moving, a mere few inches way from my face. I reached out tentatively with my hand and the spinning light hovered over my hand then began again to dance and pirouette around like a top just above my hand.

She would dance as she dimmed and brightened then she would pirouette real fast, then just stop completely and resume doing the same thing again until she, "she?" "Why not a she?"

She made me laugh and giggle. I loved that little fairy and truly looked forward to seeing her again, but, unfortunately after four months of visiting me every second or third night she never came back again. That made me so sad, like losing a best friend, but I do know they’re still around, the little fairy and the light beings as well, I can sense their presence, like the guardian angels they are

Cynthia ©

Fairy Dust and Peace

Ya know the one, the secret that makes the world go around?

Stop wars?

Bring peace and bliss to all?

Move a mountain just by wanting to?

Great peels of thunder and lightning within the ominous dark clouds are disperse to make way for the golden orb of the sun to shine through and warm mother earth and bring forth the beauty of melodious songs and color of life?

Weapons of war and destruction are dismantled and converted for implements of peace?

None shall suffer or be hungry for the bountifulness of our Great mother earth *Gaea*,

A new fawn lies upon a carpet of sun dappled green in the woods. Getting up on wobbly legs for the first time, she stands unsteadily while exploring, with large brown roving eyes, the colorful world that lies all about her.

Mother and child sitting on an old wooden rocker on the front porch, mom embracing child lovingly to her breast humming gently a melody as she peacefully rocks the creaking old rocker back and forth.

A myriad of butterflies in the big old Oak tree playing tag with several giggling sun fairies, whirling playfully about from branch to branch setting the leaves to flutter as though blown by a breeze.

The fairies depart in a flurry of tiny sparkly like dust particles, set adrift upon the early mornings air currents, to eventually float back down everywhere over the country side.

As the magical sparkly fairy dust fills the air mingling and mixing with the golden morning sunlight love and peace fills all the hearts of those that are touched by this magical dust.

Love is knowing peace, kindness, compassion, empathy, and harmony, this is the essence of all living things upon the bosom of the Great loving mother we call earth.

Care and love one another and care and love mother Gaea who loves and nurtures us.

Cynthia ©

Fairy Love and Fairy Magic

Fairy Love and Fairy Magic, can it stop wars? Bring harmony peace, love and bliss to all? Can it move mountains just by wanting to? Can it disperse great peels of thunder and lightning to allow the golden orb of the sun of hope to shine through?

To warm and nurture mother earth, to bring forth new life with flowers to bloom with all the colors of the rainbow?

To lay down arms of destruction and convert them into implements of peace?

None shall ever suffer or be hungry again and all tears shall be replaced with bright smiles  under the magical rainbow colors of fairiness?

A fawn in the sun dappled woods gets up on wobbly unsteady legs to explore for the first time the colorful new world that lies all about her.

Mother and child sitting on an old wooden rocker on the front porch, mom embracing child lovingly to her breast, humming gently a melody to her child as she peacefully rocks the creaking old rocker back and forth.

A myriad of butterflies in the big old Oak tree playing tag with several giggling sun fairies, whirling playfully about from branch to branch setting the leaves to flutter as though blown by a breeze.

The fairies depart in a flurry of sparklies, like tiny sparks spreading out to drift on the early mornings air currents sending the sparks aloft to eventually float back down over the country side.

The magical sparkly fairy dust fills the air mingling and mixing with the golden morning sunlight as love and peace fills all the hearts of those that are touched by this magical air.

Love is knowing peace, kindness, compassion, empathy, and harmony, this is the essence of all living things upon the bosom of the loving mother Gaia some call planet earth.

Written by Cynthia ©
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Fairies and me

Welcome to Cynthia's Fairies and me

Have you ever seen the faie?

Fairies are the tiny little sparkly lights you see in the darkness night,

They flitter and glitter to and fro among the branches of the great oak,

Playfully they will dance and shimmer over the still waters of the pond,

where the frogs sit lazily on their pads and sing contentedly in the light of the moon above

Welcome to the land of the Fairies

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