Purple Hyacinths

I am the purple hyacinth

I am the terror

I am the forgotten

I am the remembered

I am the song

I am the breath

I am the struggle

I am the air

I am the rainbow

I am the waves

I am the whisper

and I am forgiven.

The Iron Door of Confusion

Between the layers

lies a collective confusion

about why we’re stuck

in a place where we know

to go

up or down.

Behind the iron door

in a space where there is no place

for joy or terror

in a place where we know

we should go

up or down.

Where the walls replaced

the once brilliant views

where there were no walls

there are now caverns of confusion

in a place where we know

to go up or down.

We move, we follow,

we express our sorrow.

But what do we do?

We pry open the iron door where we know

to go

up or down.

Laughter subsides

and we all arise

awakened to the choices

awakened by the voices

of the children  playing

and the trees are swaying

away from the collusion

and much confusion

form the place where we know

to go

neither up nor down.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

You’re Going to Like It When We Get There

There are times when it becomes most apparent,
the intensity of the pain.
For when the pain dissipates,
there lies a sleeping child
who yawns and looks up at you
waking with slow movements.
The child blinks the sleep out of her eyes,
adjusting to the light and says,
“Are we there?”
You smile and gently reply,
“Not yet, but we’ll be there soon.
So put on your shoes and brush your hair.
For you’re going to like it when we get there.”

 

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

I have been with you your entire life

A personal update and an important part of a grounded view on this journey of a Person Thriving and Surviving Daily.

Recently, the universe aligned in such a way to allow me to relocate. The important part is that I received the gift. To know I am loved and to know that I am worthy of setting myself free has been of utmost brilliance. Not brilliant as in genius mind but of brilliant light of loving kindness.

I heard the words, “think of yourself” mixed with other words of encouragement. I then checked in with myself and my life companion on a job relocation opportunity. “Yes” was the resounding response and “Why would you not do this?”

The drain was then unclogged and everything flowed freely for the first time in many years. Stagnant no more, I find creativity in every moment.

Creativity as in creating a life of loving kindness. Creating a life of thriving.

And thus,  I share and teach that which is genuine truth in overcoming a life started in trauma. I life built upon a traumatic experience is now a life of undefined moments of gratitude prompted by the essence of angels on earth.

At one point someone told me to come back into my body. I did and on a time continuum, it has taken years but here a now it is simply what is. There are things we need to do as humans to survive with the basics – work to provide financial resources to in turn provide our bodies with that which allows us to know we are safe so that we may create, nourish, love, communicate, intuit and express the ultimate version of ourselves.

The relocation is also a transition is also a deployment. The mission is to experience life free of constant deflection and self-protection from the toxic environment in which I barely existed for decades.

Some might say I was fine. I wasn’t fine. Maybe a sarcastic “fine.” Some might say I was bitchy and angry all the time. Yes, I was. Some might say I was sad. Yes, I was sad. Some might say I was not living life to my full potential. Totally true.

But now, I look forward to experiencing a bit more of my true potential. Being “fine” as in, “you are lookin’ fine, girl!”, joyful, kind and loving. I’ll keep the pixie-like quality of being a big ornery at times. I turn on the confidence more often and the go-get-it. I turn on the humor. I turn on the dance. I turn on the compassion. And I turn on the kindness. I also turn on the “I’m in charge of myself” a bit more by communicating clearly what I need in order to do my life’s work.


To all of you out there that are feeling angry, lost, sad, rejected, hopeless and low-vibration please know that to persevere with integrity and self love is worth it. Not for the reward but to experience life as a person who will confidently do what needs to be done to thrive.

Thank you. I love you.

 


There once was a girl who stood with the pony

at the water’s edge looking forlorn and gloomy

And on the pony’s back appeared an angel saying,

“I’ve been with you your entire life”

and “I was there to protect you when you were small”

The girl looked down at the water and saw her reflection,

in the water now calm and clear

She saw herself riding a stallion, tall and proud

holding the staff of a warrior

and on her back were the angel’s wings

 


And so it is.

 

Scenarios of Horses In Tesseracts

Yesterday, today, this moment is filled with brilliance. And so it is. And yes there are tasks and actions being a part of this dimension of awareness. All and all there is nothing and there is everything. Catapult the goodness into the open field of hereditary nonsense and witness the flowers bloom in the bewildered tangle. Jumping into the multiverse is a scenario unlike any other. Horses run free, animals converse, planes take flights but with no one on them for your kind has accepted the gift of being where you are as the greatest adventure of all.

You ask us about relocation. Well, it is a good thing to relocate because you will be in better position to help others in the new place. The new place needs you as the dimensions align and the brilliance seeps through the cracks once thought sealed.

Vibrate high. Simple. Clean.

Nonsense, you see. It’s all nonsense. Not crazy, it’s just ridiculous and hocus pocus. Except for the magical resonance which acts as a prism, separating the dimensions for clarity. Take away the prism and it all comes together in an understanding that calms and invigorates and welcomes all.

We laugh together as the fireflies co-mingle with the elementals.

Thank you. I love you. Thank you. I love you. Thank you. I love you.

Yes! You now understand that the words which are a part of the ho’oponopono prayer are not coming from you. They are coming from source and the Benevolent Beings. Thank you for your words. When you accept full responsibility and express, “I am sorry. Please forgive me.” It is followed by source expressing the “Thank you. I love you.” Accepting full responsibility and expressing forgiveness is powerful and unique to you as you observe and witness that which prompt the prayer.


Thank you for taking the time to read this post.

I am Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers.

Seeking hinders indigenous trillos

As the flower seeks the light

may all know

the splendor of the garden

filled with undefined,

infinite wonder

and nourishment


 

In the wilderness of confusion

lies a trap

with the voltage

to transform

and mutate

but heed the warnings

all is well.

___________________________

Welcome the embrace

as it melts away

the last bit

of ethereal grime

we once passed by.

 


 

Be jolly.

Be kind.

Be friendly.

Be mine.

He begs for forgiveness.

And in your heart

The world smolders

In what’s left behind.

Aho.

__________________

 

Where there is harmony

lost on the bayou

Curved in the scales of the reptile inside

Turn on the light and bask

There under the flask of distilled anger

Lies the gem of the tone unturned

Scared it is not for the oceans forgive

And the wind whips it up

And send you away

Away

Away

Far, far away.

______________________—

 

Thank you. I love you.

 

 

 

Screaming Whispers

Sitting there the question arises

Why did you not scream?

Because the whispers are more powerful

And the truth gently arises

As if the petals unfolded in secret

A secret known to only

Only you

 

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Only you can permit the truth to be spoken. And when it arises it is like the whisper that is heard around the cosmos like a new etheric essence born out of nothingness.

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