Per Staffan April 9, 2018
Spiraling mist 4/8/18
Spirals spin, plans unfurl
Dizzying in changing patterns
Thoughts and dreams rearrange
To make way for the higher priorities;
For that which once excited me
The house, the car, the ring,
Now seems like more of a hassle to keep track of
And it interests me no longer.
I cry when the child sponsorship programs play
I cry even longer when I think about all of the aid lost on its way
And all of the secrets behind this,
And it revolts me.
And it makes me stronger in my resolve
To be the angel for the have nots
And to provide whatever they need
Quietly and invisibly, as long as I have breath.
For I see God in the children
And I want the God in me to be delighted in the serving
For we are healed when we serve
And our hearts begin to sing our love song and find our purpose
That had been buried in the noise of 3D fog.
I saw the fog today;
The mist heavy with the unhappiness of the human collective
And it hung heavy like murky swirls
That could not be defined;
And as I looked at it and through it
I saw the particles begin to dissipate
And to shimmer and move further apart
And dance in the light
And become the happiness humanity has been seeking all this time.
It was a shock for me for I had not yet become still for the the global meditation
And this was the message today
And I see all of the swirling changes and of light and love and laughter finally embracing us as we become our higher selves, no small feat.
May we have all the help we can get
For this transmuting is heavy to bear
And the truth of the depth of the lie
Even harder to endure.
Let us create Nova Gaia here, Now
And let us become angels in the process,
Christ’s hands and feet.
And I’m grateful for this experience, yes, and exhausted from it, and ready for the new!
Many are not and I see this in the deaths all around,
Of Aunts and parents‘ friends and patients expiring –
People who want to see the wave from the other side
For that is their way to become their angel.
And I get it, that all of us are different, unique in our pain and life streams
And all experiences enhance the wisdom of the Human Collective
And it is high time that we see this truth with our hearts
For the value in each of us is unlimited
And together we are unstoppable.
Let us rise as one
Let us usher in the wave, the breath of the Mother,
And allow it to consume and caress away the swirling mist of unhappiness and lostness
And in so doing we will find our true selves
For when our hearts are unveiled
~ and we truly see ~
We will be blown away at the joy found there!
So friends, let us join hearts and hands
With loved ones passed on and with those open hands around us
And truly see that we are not alone
For we are together in spirit, in resolve
And one in purpose
The heartbeat of the Christ,
Bridging the realms,
Enveloping all in pink~gold~white~rain
Swirling mist of unhappiness no more,
Transmuted into bliss, into oneness.