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Perception of the Cure

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I created the perception of the arrangement of molecules that solidify and take form in this dimension.

I acknowledge I exist in all dimensions known and unknown. In those dimensions creation takes place simultaneously.

And as my soul and body collide and greet each other again in this moment, I recall and accept I truly am a brilliant spark of divine light and consciousness to thine self be true. Amen.

In the peaceful garden health  and harmony peacefully coexist.

I created the illusion of lost daughters. Of sons both brilliant, gentle and kind. Of sons generous, intelligent, all-knowing, honest and of this heaven on earth. I created a partner that guides me with an open heart and shows me the way and the parts of me that are yet to be forgiven. I created those who guide me and teach me.

I created the perception of the leaders and their unique qualities. I created the perception of suffering and the joy. I created the perception of many who blame and all those who accept responsibility.

At the same time, I create the tools that I use daily in this perception of reality for in the layers of creativity there are realms of industrial manufacturing of “stuff” that in this perception of reality assist in the experience in this dimension.  I create these words, this computer, this connection to the digital interface and realm of communication necessary to express.

And as I sit here listening, I hear the machines, I hear the birds, I interpret the sound waves in such a way that it creates more layers to the perception of what i create. Add to that the temperature of the air, the aroma of flowers, the light of the sun, the condensation of moisture creating the clouds, the trees thriving in the cycle of their life, the ground which holds us dearly above and below.

I also created the perception that I somehow wished all of this to be true. That over the years, little by little, I was writing the script for all of this to be.

I am everything, I am nothing. I am the void. I am the perception created and express via a biological miracle. I am the vaccine. I am the cure.

The Iron Door of Confusion

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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

Stand Here While I Tremble

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Dear Being,

May you feel the comfort of knowing you are loved exactly as you are.

As you are. [in a gentle whisper]

Not who you were, who you are, who you’ll become

Not what you were, what you are, what you have, what you had

Not what you said, what you say

Not what you do or what you did.

May you receive the gift of peaceful, quiet moments when you recall that which you are.

Loved.

Loved not romantically, not parentally, not spiritually, or professionally or therapeutically or medically.

Loved not materialistically, magically, artistically or financially.

Just simply loved. [in a quiet whisper]

Loved like a tree stands firmly in the ground.

Loved like the sound of the wings of any winged being (and that includes you).

Loved like the song of brilliant rays of light.

Loved like the vision of the creation of that which is you.

 

………………..

This goes out to every being currently choosing to survive and thrive after experiencing trauma.