The Angels' Page
|Posted on November 28, 2015 at 4:45 PM||comments (0)|
a smile sweet and young
at daybreak, a mirage of light greens
reflected off a lake; bounced off,
her eyes stared back – they gleamed
a light so bright
it could no longer hide
a life so dense
love and pain; both immense
the dark moved
and light came…
… and this is her name,
(Dedicated to Joy – R.I.P. / 11.19.2015)
|Posted on September 20, 2015 at 4:25 PM||comments (0)|
Every once in a while, we find ourselves bathing in still waters. Nothing moves; not a wave, or flap of breeze that shakes the surface. But then, there are times because of these 'still waters', that we find the most choas. Everything underneath begins to shake - wave after wave topples the boat we lay in so gently and peacefully.
If this didn't happen, we would remain complacent. We would forget that the world moves, and there are people in it. We forget that we have a responsibility in participating in the movement of life.
Every once in a while, really awful, bad things happen. For example, we perform the maintenance that our vehicle(s) deserves, only to suffer a bizzare tire blow-out. The same day, another weird and unexplainable thing happens. What is the most confusing part of it all, is why? Why when we woke up feeling happy, and peaceful - hopeful even - and then just like that, the bad things happen.
I'd like to think for me personally, that when evil, because I truly feel it in my heart and know it in my soul, that evil is just that recognizable - begs for our attention at every moment. It wants to be the bringer of chaos.
That's when we prepare for either a good fight; one that begs for our full attention and undivided loyalty and focus, or we go down with all the bad, the ugly, and darkness.
What are you prepared to do when you are called upon to fight folks? What are you willing to give up? Will you call on the angels, our gaurdians to protect you, those you love, and all that you've worked hard to accomplish?
Many blessings friends, keep fighting the good fight!
|Posted on March 26, 2015 at 1:40 PM||comments (0)|
It's apparent, more and more - evil lurks in corners, in public places, and in people. But there are those that shine bright with light; Lightworkers. There are those that instill hope where there seems to be none.
Everyday, the light shines and good glows. This isn't a shiny, fluffy entry. I'm not writing this to make it seem like all is love and flowers. However, even if we have to lie to ourselves to fake it til we make it, then by all means, let's start telling ourselves: Evil never wins. Times when it seems it does, it doesn't - it's an illusion to the offenders.
God's grace always wins. Whatever you do today, spread your love and light - and bless those you love and strangers with kindness. Let's recycle spiritual wealth folks!
|Posted on January 14, 2015 at 12:20 PM||comments (0)|
(Visit to Taos, NM in 2013)
Sometimes, a leaf is just a leaf
A branch, the leaf's temporary home
and when the leaf falls
it sails slowly...
sometimes, it just is what it is
A tree trunk is just that
A tree trunk...
it is the place that allows the branches
to live, breathe, eat, hang out
And when angels' wings gently brush
against the breeze,
it is not what we think it is...
Wind passing us by
When I hear your voice,
it is real as the sun scorching everything on its path
when I see your face,
it is a beauty unmatched,
and when the very angel that brushed me gently by
calls out - it is not just what it is...
A mystery solved, unraveled, revealed
a love to so light and pure it shines
|Posted on January 13, 2015 at 4:25 PM||comments (0)|
Most nights, I sleep interrupted; by my own thoughts or worries. Other nights, I am awakened by a crude nightmare, or dream. The nightmares are worse. I'd like to believe there isn't such a thing as evil. That there is only that which we create ourselves: A negative or positive experience.
But like it or not, in denial or not, there is this thing; a radiating energy that lives in darkness. That energy is not light-filled. There is the darkness we know at night - when all the lights go out. Then, there's the dark that circulates and freezes the very air we breathe. This darkness is where other entities, not the ones of light, live. They wait. They hope to awaken me, to keep me up all night. But why? What have I done to deserve this?
I am light-filled being. With only one thing in mind: To shine and radiate light, love, and warmth. But when I don't. what then? Can I blame it on evil itself, or the vestiges of some of it left behind? Is there really such a thing as evil and if there isn't why are we raked to the very bare bones of grief, loss, sadness, hate, and so on and so on and so on? What is this truly frightening power of images that come and go when we sleep, when we are awake, when we feel we are at the most deepest crevices of a hopeless situation?