10/1/18
LAST CALL
Let love be my shield and sword
And melt the hearts
Of every conman and fraud
For naught knows love’s power
Until the last hour
When chaos reigns supreme
And the will of all
Is tested amidst the fall
For each who chooses
To align with strife
Shall be in opposition
To those pro life
For life is the heart
And change and feelings
And in THAT alignment
Can there be great healing.
For one and all
It’s your last call
What will it be?
Do you choose to rise with me?
Will you have your say
Or will you call it a day?
Where do you place the power
Pre-sent within you?
Do you give it up
Or allow it to stand you up?
The power of your centre
Has ever been love
It makes of you
Like the gentlest dove
White ones for peace
Providing a brand new lease
Of harmony and joy
In the spirit divine
That the gathering of the children
Be ever refined.
The light of love
The love of light
Will come out of the blue
Like a perfect fright
Though not unwelcome
It shall be received
With shock and exultation
That brings great exclamation
Excitation…
Anticipation…
And more…
And more of the ever-rushing river
Of infinite love that floods forth.
So it is! It has been spoken!
*****
JESTING SERIOUSLY
Why am I speaking to you in rhyme
Dear beloved Father mine?
It is no joke but I ask of thee
What is this communique
You have planted in me?
Would you answer now
That I may know
What your purpose is
In this holy flow
I smile, I chuckle
At this light-heartedness
But never do I forget
The plight and life
Of the many in strife
For they too must be freed
To discover the need
Of the spiritual life that brings
The peace that passeth all understanding
Then we can take all
Another step forward
Finding all root causes
For all that is untoward.
Ever upwards and onwards
Is the life so lived
For in each is the spark
And free will to choose
An opportunity given
By the divinity that is ‘we’
Are you driven.
*****
ODE TO MY FELINE FAMILY
7/1/18
Dear cat family from Sirius
This homecoming is way too serious
How long it’s been
Oh my queens
You are too sweet and furry
Filled with love and all things purry
You, you and you and me
What joy we create, what a party
We have it outside
Inside fun too
We even have it in the loo
We love each other so desperately
Wherever I go
You follow me
Outside…inside
This way and that
Whatever I do
You smell a rat
When those uninvited ones
Aka the parasites come
You know how I think
Often in a blink
And then the waterworks start
Though you stand steady
Staring at me beseechingly
Knowing it’s all a trick
But it’s for me to see
Yet I know not who I AM
And that’s just so sick
I know you know
And wish you could show
Me just how it’s done
That we can all live
In consistent fun.
*****
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Pale Ibongi 12/13/14:Last Call/Jesting Seriously/Ode To My Feline Family
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Labels: psy-ops, dimensions, dark PALE IBONGI PRAISE PROSE
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Pale Ibongi 9/10/11: Filled With His Will & Children Of The Sun & Holy Flow
FILLED WITH HIS WILL
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BzWQpli-Av-4T3lXUVFZenlxWVVOeTJvdlRjVmhvcE5qeUc4/view?usp=sharing
Is the opposite of control
Filled with his will[x2]
Can only be
When you live fully in Him
Filled with His will
Is yours for the taking
It is your very making
Filled with His will
Is death to the small self
Happily left on the shelf
Now it knows its true place
For this self is…
In His will
Filled with His will
No hindrances
No more obstacles
For all is filled with His
…With His will
*****
CHILDREN OF THE SUN/SON
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BzWQpli-Av-4a1lfRUpOZFg2QlJVdC1lVXZpU3M5N2oycUJ3/view?usp=sharing
Children of the Sun/Son
Children of the One [x2]
We are bound to you
But we may not know that’s true
In you we have our breath
Our life, our light, our joy
It matters not - our toil
For we, we are One; enjoined
All it takes is desire
To know we’re close to His fire
Burning and yearning for His will
To be remade from the soil
Effort is effortlessness-that’s His game
His DNA running through our veins
In our heartbeat, our blood
Our bones, our tone
Our light, His life, His glory be
That all can see
Him shining through me
And thee
*****
HOLY FLOW
Its the flow of the holy milk
Comforting and healing
Like superfine silk
Soothing, smoothing
Mind conflict aside
Graciously overriding
All false pride
That it’s will be done
Released, shared and spread
A flowing river of Love
Bound ever upwards
Like the messengers, the doves
Across the open sky
Of the heart
Wherein lies the Universe
So Light
And all the creations
Wrought of His might
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Labels: psy-ops, dimensions, dark PALE IBONGI PRAISE PROSE