A Queen On A Throne, Visual Panorama, Focus As Fuel, Mirror-Like Awareness
The queen is on her throne tonight, visited by a most lovely sprite who reminded me that Focus is Fuel. I have no intention of fueling the co-created craziness out there but my attention tonight is placed solely on bringing in what is New yet Immortal, but New again, a Fresh Start and planting it into the ground. The candles are lit. The gentle color of sky blue “Ah” and the most fragrant color of soft yellow “Oh” are here. They stream into the screen and back out into the room and out the screen door to the little chaya spinach tree I re-potted in the courtyard. There are so many different energies, so many different groups, so many different agendas, curiosities, entities and so little harmony. The whole nation’s spirit is swept this way and that.
I got a dose of it inadvertently just last night at the dining table over a bowl of grapes and mandarin oranges. My friend was over and how quickly she got fired up over politics and pipelines and something about redwood groves. She had so much stored energy and it was all focused on conflict and chaos and I couldn’t help but wonder where all that valuable passion was going. Where can it go but away from her and to the places and people I guess she’s focused on and into the collective stream of old ways and old paradigms. I tossed a green seedless at her and switched her attention to yoga. We’ve added Yin Yoga to our practice, it is movement without moving. Opening up the deepest areas in the joints. Amplifying wavelengths that are hidden and healthy and there inside everyone, insights that transcend perfection and have tiny wings with which to flutter and find.
It is a playful endeavor to reverse the reversers and reverse the reversals that seem to surround us, delivered by screens and media. I’ve become an Observer of those who try to observe and interfere with me but cannot quite see. I watch from a second body in which I live powerfully. It’s the game of undoing untruths and flipping the truth back on its right side and the game of undoing the subconscious tracks that false-hoods run on. A single observation changes the entire grid and lights up worlds. This is the time of year in America, every year, when Old Paradigms get dumped on the masses, yanking at heartstrings and at made-up guilt, guilt sitting dense among many emotions surrounding anxiety and fear that are not real to humans, but inserted. It’s as if we live in an old butter churner and some uninvited humanoids come along and start churning away. Unless the screens are turned off. And the phone sits idle. And only the body tunes in to its deep wisdom, a cosmos in blood and organ, resonant with the extraordinary New Future that awaits this planet.
I can be the crowned queen here in the background where every purpose of every Light Being is spontaneously accomplished throughout the country and around the globe. Queens and Diving Kings and Queens with fine sensory distinction skills. I can sit on the throne and command Even Flow. I instruct the cavalries to do their thing, to let negatives and their material counterparts be zapped and be gone. Be blown apart when they steal DNA and drown in their deceit. Let the politicians drone on the surface, let the media brew the same old problems and the same old messages, the same old ways of the same old world. I prefer to be invigorated by the winning team instead. I embody a Sovereign Power and what a Good World to live in, where The Many discover what it feels like to live in this New World while the old patterns and the old wars simply eat their way into nothingland.
There’s so much playing to do and so much time. So many opportunities to practice detachment and to choose who I will play with in my royal playground. I can hardly wait to wake up again tomorrow with a smiling heart. I can hardly wait to meet my new playmates. XXO and freedom for all.
To the Spirit who lives and breathes in all Elemental be-ing
To the Lady of Words of Power who communicates herSelf through the inadequate images-from Isis and Ishtar to Our Lady of Bourguillon
To the Muse in Metamorphosing women whose Presence inspires the Realizing of our own powers of creation finally, now, and always
And to the divinity in true men…