Companion Poems

This compilation of writings and poems is a witness to the One Mind. The idea behind this section is to show how synchronization of writing demonstrates the presence of the One Mind which comes through the Heart of Love.

Synchronization, or the same thought occurring to many, often at the same time, is evidence of this One Mind operating in our dualistic world.

In the Yahoo on-line groups, Living Only Love, Remembering Who You Are, NTI Discussion Group, ACIMZEBRAS this frequently happens.

The members of these groups, quoted here, have joyfully agreed to allow me to offer this evidence to you, the reader.

Classic poems by T.S. Elliot and Lisel Mueller are also added.

Recognizing and acknowledging these experiences is a step on our ladder to experiencing Our One Mind through the experience of the Heart of Love all the time, and out of time.

Living Library There is a library within me that has grown dusty It contains the knowledge of all the universes that could ever be. Boundaries of belief have locked this knowledge from my consciousness. Fear denied has set up blocks I now have found the key unlocking all the doors I enter armed with only love Without ears and eyes I hear and see. I wipe away the dust and look upon a vast array of wares. No eyes, no ears required to access these precious coded books. Alone I enter these halls with God’s intention and Love’s purpose. Bringing willingness to share my love is all . Michael		And Thomas Pine Perceval wrote: beautiful, permit me to compliment and together inspire in gratitude and oneness within the great stacks and study areas dusted. Lyric Chanting in Gods library, realized my origin Lovely words of children are we in quiet pose Songs of innocence are prayers said twice Authentic expressions come from listening well Home is goose bumps tingling with tears of one Forgiven mind vibration become words sung Please and thank you merge to sweet nectar I am the muse of twice the mystery in lyrics ~Thomas ...more poems by Thomas Pine Perceval

THE HOUSE OF JOY Let’s build a house together. We’ll call it Our “House of Joy.” Capital, called willingness, is in the vault of our human heart. We’ll buy the land, which lies wherever our heart lies, with this willingness. We know the value of this location and location is all. Then we’ll dig the foundation. We’ll dig out the guilt, we’ll dig out the blame, with a machine we call trust. The stuff of this opening ---our mutual respect--- ---our feelings of self worth--- will form our relationship The walls of this house are our words We’ll use only perfect anointed words uplifting words, inspiring words, coming from our pure intent to spread our joy. The motor of these walls is our humor. We all share this wonderful mortar. Laughing in the love of Spirit, we experience JOY! We need lots of windows. We’ll make these out of wisdom, draped with the Mantle of God. God, with the light of love, streams in and out these windows Last part to be built is the doors Even with self-worth —even with humor— even with beautiful words and wisdom, we have to get in. The key to these doors of joy’s house is our human intention to have love enter our life. Then we can laugh and have peace and be happy with who we are? "What?" You say. "No roof?" No, it is not needed nor wanted. Joy is unlimited, and can never have a lid. The lack of a roof in the House of Joy opens our connection to God, .. the overflow and inflowing power of joy... such joy is the love of God. Michael with some help from his friends		We Are I was not here nor there. But simply was what is Here. And in this ‘Here,’ Was I like the fingers of God. I, Who is not ‘I’, Was the grassy hollows and hills Of rolling emerald. As a tree, my branches curved and sang In twisting movements Surreal and soft I saw! We are that which we Are! All I see in Earth is singing ~ Love!! Extending as it sings ~ Love!! Green and growing, Giving, breathing Love!! I Am This! You are This! And so We are not ‘You’ nor ‘Me’, but We. My lips, smile ~ Love My eyes, see ~ Love! My heart expands To know this Love! It is who you Are, with Me. We are joined, and stilled In the movement, In the Oneness of ‘We Are.’ ~Diane Perretto

Getting in Sync I have a dream You have one two You play with me I fly with you. Synchronicity. I write a poem. You have a talk We find our words are joined. Synchronicity. You fear a thought. My stomach’s taut. We know not what we’ve wrought. Synchronicity. It’s time we let self go And get in sync with Synchronicity. Michael		TRUTH As unique as is the color yellow, Does man, perception hold as true. But from this view can yellow, Be both hues of red or blue. For man does think to change the Truth, As though some way, he might! But Truth is nothing if not True Nor skewed by change in hue. In the Mind does Truth lay quiet The Kingdom is but Known. Perceived, It can never be For Truth revealed is owned. ~Diane Perretto

At The Still Point Pursue their pattern as before But reconciled among the stars. At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. ~T. S. Eliot		The Silence Within The silence within the swirling about are all of a piece. Only in the silence is the chaos tamed. Only in the chaos can the silence create. ~Michael

A WILD FLOWER Have you ever seen, really, really seen its lovely face wet with morning dew. Have you ever watched, really, really watched its petals open wide for a sunbeam's kiss. Have you ever knelt, really, really knelt to brush it `gainst your cheek. Have you ever looked, really, really looked into its heart and there seen God. ~Tom.x.		Morning Meditation on an Early Spring Day this morning the water in the lake flows gently toward the closed end it moves with grace and certainty the geese park silently on the curve red buds of early spring cautiously open on the maple sensing a promise of embracing summer's bloom a calm envelopes me i feel the certainty of life the contentment of being the joy of love i relish my participation in the blooming of spring the fullness of summer the quiet repose of fall the sleep of winter i look again the water flows back to the river source ~Michael
Experiencing Peace Holy Spirit: Peace is everything. I’ve told you before that trust is everything, but peace is everything too. The two go together and are inseparable so that one cannot be everything without the other being everything too. Let me redefine peace for you. Peace, within the experience of the illusion with the experience of an ego mind, is trust over doubting, acceptance over judgment, and rest over pain. It is choosing to rest, or relax, instead of choosing resistance, which is pain. Peace is necessary for healing. Without peace, you are caught up in the code of illusion and fearing the code is true. This is the opposite of peace. Fearing the code is pain. Peace is the path to the peace of God. Peaceful acceptance and trust is the way to awaken to that which you are. Peaceful acceptance is awakening. Denial and resistance are the choice for pain. You asked if resistance is necessary on the spiritual path of awakening. The answer, of course, is no. You choose all of your experiences, including the experience of resistance, and you experience it exactly to the degree that you wish. You may ask why you would choose the pain of resistance when you could experience peace. The answer is simple and one I am sure you have not overlooked. You choose resistance because you choose not to know fully that which you are. Resistance serves your choice to know yourself not as you are. Your next question is how to let go of resistance, since you wish to be happy and free of pain. This answer is once again simple: Choose happiness through will for and peace. When I say choose happiness through will for, I am directing you to the choices you are to make from the code. You are to choose the choices that make you happy. Follow your own happiness, and you never choose wrong. Peace is acceptance of all things, including the choice to choose what you do not want. When a choice has been made that did not make you happy, be at peace with your choice. Accept what you have done. Do not resist the decision or its effects. Through taking responsibility, you become more responsible, and this will lead to more free choosing of that which you want. Do not ask for any change to occur too quickly. Be willing to take your time. The slow way is the fast way, because the slow way is the way of trust. Trust sees no need to hurry. Love, ~Regina Dawn Akers		Regina Dawn Akers' writing inspired the two poems which follow: Peace Is trust, trust in all. No thinking about. Only being about Love's work of accepting. Knowing all unfolds For the good of all, That nothing can befall That is not for all. Michael AAAAAHHHHHHH. ........ I feel the Peace entering NOW. I feel the tension dropping off my shoulders into the earth to be recycled into light AAAAHHHHHHH. ..... I feel the cool waters showering me in a gentle massage washing away the worry and Trust returning AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I drink from the Cup of sweet refreshing water replenishing my thirst I trust, I relax and I rest in GOD. Michael Mary Ellen: ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE Michael: You needed that shower! Ha! Ha! Mary Ellen: YES I DID!!!!! LOL
My heart has opened unto every form; it is a pasture for gazelles, a cloister for Christian monks, a temple for idols, the Ka'ba of the pilgrim, the tables of the Torah and the book of the Qur'an. I practice the religion of Love; in whatsoever direction its caravans advance, the religion of Love shall be my religion and my faith. ~Rumi http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/RoseLee/DelsSunflowers.jpg All a sane man can ever care about is giving love. ~Hafiz		Reflections on a Recent Visit from My Son and His Family Love has no form But, Tracey’s smile and her kiss stirs my soul. Her loving care for her children delights me. Jasmine’s and young Paul’s willingness to learn Excites me. Connie’s playing ball with young Paul pleases me. My son, Paul’s, cooking and caring for all invites me And Jade and Jacob’s holding Teacup, our small dog And shouting cheers that Pop Pop and Nonnie Connie rock Knocks off my socks. Yet love has no form. Michael
All things, everything is annihilated but His beautiful face, all things, everything is adorned with That beautiful face. Nothing dies, . . . . it all just flows back into itself, and what is this life. . . this death, . . . . nothing. ~Tom.x.		Morning Meditation on an Early Spring Day this morning the water in the lake flows gently toward the closed end it moves with grace and certainty the geese park silently on the curve red buds of early spring cautiously open on the maple sensing a promise of embracing summer's bloom a calm envelopes me i feel the certainty of life the contentment of being the joy of love i relish my participation in the blooming of spring the fullness of summer the quiet repose of fall the sleep of winter i look again the water flows back to the river source ~Michael
An Awareness Came So Silently Declaring I am "Michael Christ". This is my rebirthing day There was no more to say. I silently allowed the early light of morn to sweep over this newly born. Was there anything new? I could not tell. Then, my body lost its bulky shape and youth was placed upon my frame. Then, my voice was found to sing the songs of heaven sent. A smile replaced all frowns Love replaced all fear I sought the light of all came near Was there anything new? I could not tell. Except, to look into the eyes of those who came to me with smiles. Except, to know that I could heal the pain and hurt of all who ask for help and let a while extend. Then my joy was unboundingly expressed to all who thought themselves depressed. Was there anything new? I'm asking you. Michael Inspired by my experience and this writing;		There is a tearing, a searing physical pain in the chest that feels like my rib cage is being torn open; at the same time there is a tingling at the top of my head and the sensation is that the top is peeled off my skull like a tight cap being removed. There is peace, consent, no fear. The sensation is that there is an immense surge or explosion or expansion, which the body cannot contain. Something surges, spins up out of the top of the head to I know not where, to infinity; while my heart expandsâ€¦. And I find myself in what in my ignorance, without language or categories, I call Presence: expressing as Brilliance, like light but clearer and brighter, beyond light. Not white or gold, just absolute Brilliance. Brilliantly Alive, radiantly Being All That Is. And there is an awareness, quite amusing, that Presence has been aware of `david' forever, and is `enjoying' that `david' has woken up enough to perceive It. And there is a profound realization that nothing, absolutely nothing matters. Anything I had ever thought, or experienced, or ever would think, or experience, was nothing a dream; absolutely did not matter. It was all really quite funny. I laughed and cried alternately for many hours, all night in the rain. From "Perfect Brilliant Stillness" by David Carse
Sex! Sex! Sex! Can one really separate sex from who we are? Is not sex the gift we took when dropping from our star? A reminder that even in our duality Unity is still an actuality. The urge is real if not the act. It comes from passion to join our God, the One who put it there, In spite of all who stare And wave a disapproving finger. Michael		*Thomas Pine Perceval* wrote: Am I the ripple on the guilty puddle that blames myself for sex? Is sex a powerful choice that rains in the pain from feeling separate from God and blame? I can feel the nuances of fear and pain when I am thinking I am not enough, and things like these can become the motivation to try and calm the rough waters. I am watching my truth from the mountains of innocence, and now I see that there are no virgins in guilty water that always runs down hill. I pray for help to forgive my body and those sexual predators that owned all the lakefront property in my past. I pray for all the ones that played me for money, control, and security, and I see how I played with them similarly. I still feel guilty about sex and it always makes me want to move away again, like when I was sent away for raping and killing poor old Gram. Can I ever start over and become a debutant virgin again, or is that it for this little lifetime? Masters tell us that we all carry unconscious guilt for believing we are separate from God, and that we believe it is our fault in the first place that we even only think we are here. Am I the ripple on the guilty puddle of human sorrow that rides on the back of hard shell turtles, and is the wisdom in sex and sorrow that we all hide from our guilt. What a very tricky illusion we are that we let ego become so sticky, and how can we ever make a move without making more ripples on guilty puddles. Now , I am not totally implying that all children must be guilty, but sex can be a powerful choice to try again and again to smooth the waters in guilty puddles. My twisted experience cuddling with puddles, and love and affection is that eventually I can see what is wrong in other puddles and then I begin to avoid these stormy waters. When is a frog a prince if he keeps hoping and hopping from puddle to puddle to avoid his own ripples, and what mother is ever truly a virgin except in fairy tales and religion? Am I guilty already in potential, even before sex becomes a possibility in the realm of possibilities? Are sex and children and blaming others for our own guilt for separating from God, the motives or the solution? I wonder sometimes if I had not been sexually abused and filled with toxic shame about sex and God, if I would be able to be like other normal people. Sometimes I wonder in these Spiritual circles if what is wrong is my definition of normal, and that I can simply not hold myself so separate and rest in the calm waters of Holy Spirit. Ya, ya, maybe I am not so different from others or even God, and my good luck is that I had to work on my innocence or simply die. Maybe I can be grateful, not guilty that I have the gift of desperation to give me orgasmic motivation to become innocent again like every one else. Every time I get attached to anything temporary, like kids, sex, fear and guilt in a body, when I lose it, it hurts so much that it seems I have to turn inside to God to find peaceful waters. What if even my body right here and right now can become a peaceful puddle and just sit and wait for the morning sun to reflect on my golden intention, and imagination? ~Tommy Pine
See Saw the fulcrum balances dark with light I am the darkness I am the light The fulcrum balances good with evil I am the good I am the evil Life is difficult on a see saw I live in doubt I am up I am down What's life about? How do I get out? I needn't condemn the toy played by girl and boy I just embrace the joy Of it all! Michael		Allowing ALL to Be .. Loves OCEAN In perfect motion ***** Like one tiny wave In Loves ocean of motion I toss Oh so freely Within Loves great ocean *** As one tiny wave Moving freely to BE I ride high within Each surging that's me *** As I move With the ebb And the flow of The tide At times it may seem A hell of a ride **** The way may seem stormy The billows may roll Or it may seem to be One pure wholly glow **** But it IS ever moving This ebbing and flowing Whether tossing or churning In its freedom its flowing **** In the calm or the storm Peace and turbulence are a part Of the flow that is healing To ONE wholeness my heart *** Blessings Of Love Loving ONENESS** ~Carolyn Overby
Regina Dawn Akers wrote: NTI Matthew, Chapter 13, verses 51-52: There is nothing that is to remain hidden in your mind as the work of sorting [thoughts] is done. Do not be afraid. Do not hide thoughts from the work. All thoughts must be brought out from the corners of your mind into My light, and there they shall be judged. I will judge your thoughts for you, but you must make the choice. NTI 1 Corinthians, Chapter 10, verses 1-10: If you will let go of judgment and give everything to Me, I will judge it for you. I will not judge it as good or bad or right or wrong. I will only judge it as true or untrue. Then you may choose if you want that which is true, or if you desire the untrue a little longer. Hello Everyone, This answer from NTI 1 Corinthians goes great with last night's teaching on 'the code.' Laurent talked about everything within illusion being either a 1 (Holy Spirit, an idea that is a reflection of truth) or a 0 (ego, totally false). It is our Holy Spirit that judges a thought as 1 or 0, but once that judgment is made we must decide if we will continue to believe the thought or if we will choose not to believe it. In the end, we have to make the decision. Our awakening is completely up to us. If you'd like to hear last night's teaching on 'the code,' it is recording #4 on this page: http://reginadawnakers.com/?page_id=627 Personally, I recommend listening to this teaching if you weren't in the room last night. The message on 'the code' is one of the most helpful messages I have ever received from Holy Spirit. With Love, ~Regina Dawn Akers		On the same theme: OH, CLEANSE MY SOUL! I suffer from my own illusions created to portray a false me. Through my belief a world apart arises. I show false me to this enabled world. Saying, "Recognize me, love me, want me"; forgetting that this world is but my own reflection in a pool of light. The light is real I see it not. The light is me I know it not. I long for the image of myself to replace the sparkling light. Oh God, cleanse my soul of these false longings. Even in times of darkness I see the ember of your love. If I but turn and look. This Flame of love that never fades even when I stomp and strut apart, even when I turn my back. I fear this ember for I know it will dissolve reflected images I so adore. I offer you this fear. Oh, cleanse my soul ! Make it whole. Dissolve illusions, and fear is gone. Michael
Fear is but a passing thought A cloud of nothing For it is not The truth of you can only be The LOVE that is Forever free You are the essence that is ME So let all dark clouds Fade away Allow the night To turn to day And let you heart Soar in its flight As healing comes ON wings of light *** With a heart of Gratitude Loving ONENESS** ~Carolyn Overby		OH, CLEANSE MY SOUL! I suffer from my own illusions created to portray a false me. Through my belief a world apart arises. I show false me to this enabled world. Saying, “Recognize me, love me, want me”, forgetting that this world is but my own reflection in a pool of light. The light is real I see it not. The light is me I know it not. I long for the image of myself to replace the sparkling light. Oh God, cleanse my soul of these false longings. Even in times of darkness I see the ember of your love. If I but turn and look and see This Flame of love that never fades Even when I stomp and strut apart, Even when I turn my back. I fear this ember for I know it will dissolve reflected images I so adore. I offer you this fear. Oh, cleanse my soul! Make it whole. Dissolve illusions And fear is gone. Michael
Today I Have a Cold Some dark place in my mind has let itself be known. I take it’s secret in reluctantly not knowing where it leads. It brings me to a place that is a place of pride. There I have disguised my grandiose idea of being. I shine God’s light upon this mad idea and realign my self with truth, asking for a washing clean of all false images. Michael		ME TOO!! For about two weeks now Congestion has found a place in my head Regardless of all the things I have said: "Trust, rest, release and let go" Parts of me still pretend I don't Know Clarity clouded, no big deal I do truly Know... what is Real! hehehehehe ~Mary Ellen
Life is not a straight Line No more to think of birth leading to death The track is gone. The train becomes a circling form that swims about within a spirit sphere of nothingness. It goes around about until the sphere’s thin veil is burst and all creation is revealed. Michael		Eagle Poem To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you. And know there is more That you can't see, can't hear Can't know except in moments Steadily growing, and in languages That aren't always sound but other Circles of motion. Like eagle that Sunday morning Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky In wind, swept our hearts clean With sacred wings. We see you, see ourselves and know That we must take the utmost care And kindness in all things. Breathe in, knowing we are made of All this, and breathe, knowing We are truly blessed because we Were born, and die soon, within a True circle of motion, Like eagle rounding out the morning Inside us. We pray that it will be done In beauty. In beauty. ~Joy Harjo
I Broke the Code Symbols once so fixed bend and stretch in a dance of subtle energies. My being warms with soothing sweetness. The former code-duality- is gone. New waveforms of awareness sweep clean my mind. What thought I was I Am no more. I sense myself as part of all existence and all existence part of me. I thought myself proceeding from past to present to future “Now” replaces all of these. The hamster’s wheel no longer rules my world. The cage door opens wide. No need consult my former code A Higher Mind has opened wide the codes of many universes. I drink in all and wonder which I'll savor next among my multiverses. Meaning no longer fixed. Non-local sights abound. My world sans space and time spins round and round and only lands a while at my command. I now discover I am not the victim of malicious code but master of encoded mind I find within. My attention to intention directs code’s force increasing as I spin within and shine without. Michael		Mark Gill asked. "How does one enter into this realm?” Michael replied, "What just a bit of willingness." Mark responded: "Not much help, actually." Michael replied, "Dear Mark, All knowledge lies within. Any 'how to' advice I can give, while it may help, is only temporary help since each of us must eventually discover the help we need within. That said, here is some advice: Whenever you experience fear, worry or the like, quickly remember this truth: 'I am asked by spirit to trust in all things, knowing that everything is happening for the benefit of all. There is no other way.' Say this even if you don't quite understand it. Eventually you will get the truth behind this statement and realize that it comes from another truth. You ARE ALL and EVERYTHING. Hope this gives you some help." Mary Ellen continued the discussion: “I can't think of a more powerful tool than WILLINGNESS!! It seems too easy, right? But it truly is willingness that starts turning on the lights. A little bit of willingness is all that is required for Spirit to enter ones mind (actually I become more aware of Spirits presence) and offer the strength of unbelievable proportion. I see it in my own and others life all the time. Willingness is an amazing word/concept/ force!! TRY it and see. Say: I am willing to see this differently I am wiling to know the truth I am willing to change and grow I am willing to change my mind...etc AND MEAN IT! and then just be receptive and observe. Literally, Miracles will occur. I write this now to mySelf who for some reason has forgotten this most valuable tool. Sometimes the self that is not willing to see/do/ feel differently is stubborn and not even in the least bit receptive to surrendering the status quo a tiny bit. Insanity for sure! But it happens. Well, I see my resistance, I accept that it has been in place and then I say: alright your done. I am Willing. I am creator! move out of the way please, Spirit has heard my request. My willingness is present and I am free!! AMEN Thanks for the reminder Regina continued, "Amen, Sister. Here is a single quiet thought that HS gave me to study in December 2005: Your willingness is everything. Your willingness is your strength. Your willingness is your guide. Your willingness is an expression of your love and your desire to forgive. Your willingness is God's Will written upon your heart. Turn to your willingness and be grateful for it. Your willingness is everything."
Why Do We Call It God why do they call it God, when any name will do. and is the God who lives in me, the same who lives in you. why do they call it God, when there's so many things He Is, he's the Loveing in your mother's heart, the laughter in the spring, the squeeze there in your best friend's hand, He's really everything. why do we call him God, is there a secret clue. with letters turned round, it spells out dog, and He's man's best friend thats true. is that why we call Him God. cuz He's Loveing and He's warm. He's here when things are going great, and even when they're not. He'll give you strength to go to great heights and give it your best shot. so why do we call Him God, its easy don't you see. we had to think up a name somehow to remind us that we're Free. so lets just call Him God, and call Him all the time, cuz He's the Love around us everywhere, in daily in life and in our dreams, and it doesn't matter what He's called, it just matters what we mean ... Charley Thweatt		My Dog Teacup is her name And before that it was Taupey And before that it was Cameo And before that it was Sammy And before that it was Tricksie S/he is always with me The tongue so wet The waging tail Without regret Or criticism Just being my pet And loving me to death And showing me that form may change But love always will remain Michael
*Thomas Pine Perceval* Thank you God forgiving me Peace and Spirit kisses me on the cheek. Some new twitters and odd old perceptions haunt my daunting mind, and thank you God for giving me the peace that was already mine. As I began to pray and meditate this morning, I chanted 'Give Us Peace' in Latin, and Abby my cat jumped on the vibrating lump, reached under my hood and cat bite love bit my nose until it tickled. I had just witnessed an inner figure that silently expressed everything I say here and assured me that God is was will be already here to Truly help me to come round Right. Our world is each and fitting and we are what is in the chamber of each heart together supporting what we share, so I notice and I look all around in a daze cause be the sound of what I see is everywhere just now. When I notice what I notice, I realize there is a system similar that supports what I notice and no one travels like that alone. Oneness begins with forgiveness of what I notice and love supports the system all around. None of what I notice travels without me and the kiss of Spirit brings the Love of God that transforms with a thank you for giving me Peace. ~Thomas Pine Perceval		Loving Tom In your words I feel the flowing stream of your awareness. It touches me with the tentative feel of your loving fingers. Arms not quite ready to embrace the All, Only fingers for now but the heart is pure and nothing can stop love's flow and nothing can stain your purity. Love and appreciation, Michael
People With Initiative And Purpose Seem Sinister To The Rest There is a step in life quite advanced, where you have to take on the whole world by yourself. It will seem as though everyone is against you they're not really but they no longer understand you. They no longer feel they can trust you. You're thinking too far out of the box for even the most advanced. You have initiative and purpose regardless, come hell or high water you will not be deterred. "People with initiative and purpose seem sinister to the rest." I read that somewhere. They're afraid of you. As you see them, they're simply in the way at best. This is where The Course In Miracles comes in, when it's most helpful to forget yourself and the world and any other people and just give all to Holy Spirit. You are at no time even remotely in charge. You follow the Holy Spirit or dance to the ego's tune. There is no middle ground and nothing else. You have no voice of your own. You may think you do but you do not. You can follow Holy Spirit or you can indulge yourself dancing to your own folly. You can play wishful thinking to your hearts content but you are slip slip sliding down that slippery slope as you do. Go too far and there is no turning around. This is what happens to those who deal in lies, such as law enforcement. All of a sudden they find they have gone too far, they see the hell they are headed for, indeed, they see the hell they are in right now. This is when so many bite down on their guns and blow their brains out, thinking oblivion is preferable to this hell of their own making. But there is no oblivion, so it doesn't work, suicide will not save you. On the other side of suicide is simply another hell, you are still the same, still there, only now you are in another hell you are even less equipped to handle, having given up once you are even more likely to do it again. Even here Holy Spirit can still guide you out, if you ask, but will you have the clarity to ask? ~*david ewalt*		dear david there is a lot of truth in what you write but when your initiative is to join HS's purpose all the awakened spirits in the muti-verses join in singing hallelujah and you need but listen for the their loving call and know you are Home. Michael
Gloved What are gloves without warm hands? What are cold hands but fear of love? What is one hopping but a cold cripple? While hoping to walk on only one leg? The manner of loves warm hands fits well, In the golden gloves of O and ahhh for love What is God but a sense of good manners? What is How but a word warmed by God? Beloved has a sense and a manner of love God has already warmed our hands with ole love So when we what, and when we how without why, Please do not forget beloved, that we are Gloved ~Thomas		Gloved (red lines added by Michael) What are gloves without warm hands? who is God without me? What are cold hands but fear of love? without Love my passion dies. What is one hopping but a cold cripple? trying to go alone While hoping to walk on only one leg? is fools gold The manner of loves warm hands fits well, God and i were meant to be In the golden gloves of O and ahhh for love our hearts are intertwined What is God but a sense of good manners? we fly our holy banners What is How but a word warmed by God? to let it be Beloved has a sense and a manner of love bringing love so sweet God has already warmed our hands with ole love it takes but our willingness So when we what, and when we how without why, God will not lie Please do not forget beloved, that we are Gloved we need not wave goodbye Michael
going thru a rough patch “Cutting thoughts and feelings, or denying them too quickly, is a reaction of fear. Again, this can be looked at slowly with Me. When you cut what you are thinking, you are judging that you are wrong. So let’s step away from the idea that has been cut, and look directly at the thought that led to the action of cutting.” It evoked this poem:		going thru a rough patch coming from my head reacting to some words my ego mind corrupting mistrusting with its fear flashes angry erupting coming from the gut what is this I feel when I let it be power passion soothing love engulfing me Michael
Love Song So you think that it's over, say your love has finally reached the end Any time you call, night or day, I'll be right there for you If you need a friend It's gonna take a little time, I know, time is sure to mend your broken heart But don't you even worry, pretty darlin 'cos I know you'll find love again Love is all around you, love is knockin' outside your door Waitin' for you is this love made just for two Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know Love is all around you, yeah yeah, love is knockin' outside your door Waitin' for you is this love made just for two Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know [Solo] It's all around It's all around Love will find a way - darlin', love is gonna find a way Find its way back to you Love will find a way - so look around, open your eyes Love is gonna find a way - love is gonna, love is gonna Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way, yeah Love will find a way - love is gonna find a way back to you, yeah yeah yeah [Solo] Love will find a way - darlin', love is gonna find a way Find its way back to you Love will find a way - oh just look around, Open up your eyes Love is gonna find a way - love is gonna, Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way, yeah Love will find a way - love is gonna find a way back to you, yeah, I know... I know... I know... ~ Tesla ~ > This offering is somewhat different (in an effort to not get in a rut) while at the same time trying to bring forward diverse ways of delivering the messages of Love. > > Hopefully some of these various items make us think, bring is closer together, and give us hope in the eternal harmony of Love. > > This is a Love song with something for everyone. :-) > > Love is all around you, > Love is knocking outside your door...		*Love Notes* wrote: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_2w4vl9mt8 Response and compliment to Love Notes post the love that never left yes love will return because it never left we are the sea of synchronicity the water is our love healing our minds duplicity Michael *maryellen246* wrote: Michael you rock!!! The message is everywhere and there is no doubt about it. God, I love a long haired hippy looking young dude playing an acoustic guitar. How did you know? Yes, I still have preferences and still I know they mean nothing. A mischievous girl still "just wants to have fun". Thanks for the message. Here is a poem I just wrote: Slipping, trippng and rising! I lost my stride I started to slip It's a slippery slope And I was ready to flip How could it happen To such a good student Don't fool yourself Guilt is not prudent Learning happens through contrast Accept it And love it And let it be……………… Slip and slide And take a ride Go for a roll and fall in a whole Do what ever Rocks your boat It's cool, DO it in rote! Do it until your tired of it And when your ready Just quit! Then glide with the tide Is an easier ride. Get in the boat and try to just float You'll find the peace That was meant to be The guilt will dissolve and You'll Smile sweetly!
*Wayne Powell* wrote: It is a twisted thing that human souls take breath into this place of hollow hopes, bright illusions that draw us into their thrall... where flickering gems will catch a seeker's eye; lure him helpless into the gears of a wide deception. He struggles in innocence, wanting simply this... what all hearts want and are wired to desire. Victimhood means I have decided to believe I am not responsible for what appears in my life. This asserts that I am powerless and therefore not God's Son. This leads inexorably to my projection on my brother as the culprit to blame for my loss of peace. Otherwise, I would be compelled to see that I am simply doing this to myself. My ego finds this thought deeply intolerable and it must be blocked from awareness at any cost. The cost, it turns out, is Everything I Truly Want. That is too high a price for me! *Wayne Powell*		Ok, Wayne here is the poem your thoughts provoked: The price is too high I am hurt. you attacked you take away my strength i feel abandoned my suffering and death is on your hands oh what a price to pay for victimhood a small voice says "awaken" the you is you the spell is breaking your soul is shaking off its shackles you who were apart see that you are whole and you are me and them and us and all now we can play and have a ball Michael
Two Horses I share this story as a result of letting my Self be seen. What Imean by that is allowing the Christ Mind be Present and that alone. IT is about listening and following. This story was sent from AnitaOtley, OMC with Pathways of Light. Just up the road from my house is a field, with two horses in it. From distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or you are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but make a good homefor him. This alone is amazing. If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that is comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her halter is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her. As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray. When she returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, she stops occasionally and looks back, making sure her friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell. Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away because we are not perfect or because we have problems of challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others see. Good friends are like this. You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours. "Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." Great Story....then I allowed the Christ Mind to be present. I was waiting in line, this morning, at the local farm store, waiting in line is pleasant and a good time to be quiet and just observe. Two gentlemen who had not seen each other for some time were in front of e and seen as bright light. They both included me and shared "good friends are like this. You don't always see them, but you know they are always there." The story from above came to mind and I smiled and enjoyed the One love they shared. Suddenly it was quiet and all eyes were on me for some reason, then I felt the prompt to share the two horse story. All ears and hearts were tuned to Oneness. We all let the Self be seen, Service of Self was present. Simplest of all Joy. With out our knowing the store front stopped and all ears heard and hearts felt the meaning of being kind with true understanding. Let the Self be seen. ~Robert Belden Mills		heart to heart i see the light and point it out looking about expecting you to see it too i am disappointed in your blank response but its so bright can’t you see its shining and lighting home for you and me but then i notice a haze about your eyes you cannot see what is so plain to me i step a back and touch my heart and place my hand on yours. it beats as mine and longs to see what i am so enthralled about a voice says dear you see so far but miss on what is near this other loves you so but has not yet allowed himself to feel the grandness that you preach just put this bell about your neck and ring it patiently as you walk to home take little steps looking back to see your friend don’t go to far from him unless he turns and walks away take small steps to guide his path enjoying love that’s here to stay Michael Companion poem from Karen The Space Between Enter the space between the stars swinging gently in that void let yourself be swallowed by the vastness where knowing is useless and questions fall like autumn leaves asking only to be gathered in piles and plunged into scattering hooting in joy your ignorance laughing out loud your bliss. Enter the space between your thoughts resting softly in the stillness let yourself be Love by loving All That Is where struggles cease and desires rise on gossamer wings so lightly that they touch the sun and melt away, leaving only the faintest memories of wanting dissolved into Being where who you are and who I Am are One.
*Rev Myron Jones* wrote: We Were Made for These Times by Clarissa Pinkola Estes Author of Women who Run with Wolves My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people. You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because the fact is that we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind. Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless. In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency too to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails. We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater? Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take "everyone on Earth" to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale. One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others, both, are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do. There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it; I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate. The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours: They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for. This comes with much love and a prayer that you remember who you came from, and why you came to this beautiful, needful Earth. - Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D		these are marvelous times we who bear the light have come to shine the dark away our light so bright shines day to day and darkened corners reveal what we deny to display its all seen in light and only then can our laughter joyously so bright shine it all away Michael
*Thomas Pine Perceval* wrote: As I was sitting in a good and deep meditation, one or two or three old bitter women came right up to my face and slurred bitterly at me as I remained frozen without them knowing that I was not dead. I was present and listening deeply with courageous and committed care and I think that I have spent my whole life with these caricatures in me. I know for sure now that I dissociated way back when, and I really think that I have been trying to figure out the deeper meaning of what bitter women are saying with all the acting out that goes without saying. What man or woman in every great love story does not put the other before themselves and even God, and what repeating picture or feeling from this honeymoon does not replace the lover's conscience? No marriage of church or state can ever ease the ensuing feelings that make all this dark cloud seem so real. As our hearts turn black when we love someone else more than we love ourselves, we will lose that person and there is truly no worse pain. Losses like this or a child dying before us can become the catalyst needed to wake us up to forgiveness with Holy Spirit and salvation in a conscious contact with God. I found in meditation that I share the guilt of separation with women who separated from love and drifted toward the blame of exploitation, and I think there are endless volunteers among us. Self centered men and women use each other for more than sex without love; they come together for the seeming and only temporary relief of blaming each other for their own initial make believe separation from God. Men and women express their guilt by supporting whole blameful systems to help the collective ego ride as the grand master of the slaves of our outer illusions. Old woman bitters are old man bitters and I am listening inside for the answers while forgiveness makes me right again. I am the one with these caricatures in my head and am very grateful to sit still enough to finally look and listen to the clear cause of so much trouble. Someone says that it is possible when we forgive, that even past lives can be forgiven as man or woman, bitter with unconscious guilt and blame for the other sex. Perhaps a good mantra to save us from this endless labyrinth is: I am immortal Spirit, this body is just an image, it has nothing to do with what I am; you are Spirit, whole and innocent, all is forgiven and released. ~Thomas Pine Perceval		Beloved Thomas, love deeply felt joy mixed with pain sun mixed with rain your love so true despite your blue inspires and treats me to the joy of what we be Michael