Jeanne’s JewelsSeptember 2006
Many
veils are being lifted simultaneously …like the final curtain in the
theatre of life. The
place where you “ real-eyes” that the lights are on and the spotlight is
on you. Beaming
down through your crown is a rainbow of light holding within it all
manifestations of creation. The
backdrop of the stage is your life, peeling back so you can see the
multifaceted layers of your Spirit. Like an onion, the choice is whether to swallow the spicy ones, chewing through the fires of our anger, the swamps of our depression. Come
press it into the sweetest flower that ever graced this planet Earth. That
flower is love, the come- passion of your Spirit as you fly with your
fancies, your yearnings, your innermost dreams and heart’s desires. Suddenly,
a star is born as peace washes over you like the wind on a balmy summer
night….pregnant with promise and the fruits of your labor For
faith in Self is the labor of Love …The birthright of your Soul. Each
peace candle lit in the hearts of the weary, the minds of the cheery will
send a wave of love around this planet like it’s never rippled before. All
things topsy-turvy will melt into Oneness or return to the void…the
darkness from whence it came, snuffed out by the winds of change as safe
passage is created through the eye of the storm. The
storms on the horizons will leave many lying in their wake. There
will be many a shipwrecked sailor searching for the portals of protection Many
will stand steadfast in readiness to spring to action. Lion-hearted, they
will fight with the strength gained from experience and the knowledge that
all can change in the blink of an eye…a moment in time. The
clock ticks loudly that the moment is Now to understand the power of thought
and to embrace the energy it took to turn that thought into form. That
energy is YOU ! Deep
within the rabbit hole, time stands still. Tunneling through the depths of
despair like a mole… guided only by instinct and extrasensory
“feel- Airs” Breathe
in the essence of life, the golden nectar of Spirit as it moves with energy
on its way toward the Light. It
shrinks itself down to fit even
the tiniest of openings. The places where imaginary fears cannot live. The
wonder of looking through a keyhole to gaze upon whatever keys we need to be
whole. Sometimes
the keys unlock the doors to the deep dark dungeons of despair lurking in
the corners of our minds and our hearts until we find the bridge across the
moats, rivers, hills and valleys of our Collective Consciousness. The
safety net is experience, drawn from the wells of humanity on the journey
toward Truth. The
place where the waters of the subconscious mind and the shores of the
collective consciousness meet There
on the sands of time lie the minerals we need to sustain life. The
proof of existence waiting to be collected by the seekers. The
en-light-ened ones who are worn and smoothed around the edges, tempered by
the rocks of uncertainty and the rivers of broken promises and broken
dreams. These
are the people who will tell their stories, passing on tales of woe and
wonder As
they rebuild their shattered foundations with “joie de vie” Is
this the new Mort-Or ??? Choose
life and it will choose you, accept love and it will accept you Now
is WOW, Wish
Only Well… Never Order War All
you have to do is say “YES” ©
September 2006 Jeanne
L. Thompson |