You Used To Be My Muse

There was once a time when I sent you love letters, and you smiled.  You were far away, always, in either spacial distances or miles, even when you were right beside me.   There were days when you thirsted for my words as if they were the last drop of liquid you'd ever drink again.  They would … Continue reading You Used To Be My Muse

The Gathering

(written in 2009) We are the quiet, the hidden The purposely unnoticed, The only speak of it to each other Write it, paint it, sing it... But not to the masses. They are unfocused, organized Religious zealots, diabolical replicas, Rendered children of Zion, Angered by the unknown, the Misunderstood reasons for not Being willing to … Continue reading The Gathering

Extraterrestrial DNA

I am always in communication privately with the host. I am not often publicly verbal. It is sometimes difficult for the human parts to articulate the information given. I weigh deeply whether what I can share, will be received in a way which inspires growth inside of humans. I am here mainly for the collective … Continue reading Extraterrestrial DNA

Holding Wishes

What is it like To be granted a wish When your first kiss Was laced with bitterness, Taken from a tender lamb, A brutal sheering; As if wool doesn't scratch And skin doesn't bleed? What is it like To live a lie, A life robotic, stoic, Steps broken, Words unspoken, Fake smiles to the others … Continue reading Holding Wishes

Twelve Stages of Infinite Existence

Two hours Lucid Knowing writes / draws an Ascension Pyramid - her understanding of the infinite existence of the spirit. Note scrawl: "Dimension 7 - pure star love - all creatures, all beings, all otherkin from any dimension within this dimension are welcom - There are infinite dimensions inside the 7th, 8th and 9th Dimensions … Continue reading Twelve Stages of Infinite Existence

Rapt

and that was the day she stopped speaking abruptly out of the blue without warning and the silence hit the rooms like tunnels occasional echoes of laughter held only in memories no songs nothing just silence just a long, accepting breath that understood how very few were really listening not with ears but with heart … Continue reading Rapt