It’s not always what it seems ... dreams she wrote
Her
first poetic words age 19 Etched with black ink on little screwed up bits of paper
disregarded, 27 years later resurrected with typos autocorrected when the pen
outdated replaced with phone,
now texting
streams of consciousness in between the mundanity of modern day living,
rebirthing those visions through dreamtime.
Weaving
an old story antiquated by uniformity and monocultures with 24/7 screen time
Mechanical
minds drip fed narratives imposing
separation
and division through external controls and the centralisation of power through
coercion on our world ....
Tap
tap tap she writes
Nothing
like a virus to break an old programme
Nothing
like a crisis
to
create a new paradigm
It’s
not always what it seems ....dreams she wrote as she awoke again at 3am
Recalling
whispering voices, implying new choices, subtle impressions revealed through
divine intercessions, schooled at night, monkey mind quiet
She
remembers there is no singular opponent to fight
As
if humanity were in a narcissistic Relationship with the establishment the
illusive 1 percent
Aligning
our agreements to a victim abuser dynamic, giving consent
losing
our power as we mirror back anger in reactive modes outdated codes hiding in
the shadows of our fears
Weeping
tears of betrayal
by
our leaders
Tap
tap tap she writes
Nothing
like a virus to break an old programme
Nothing
like a crisis
to
create a new paradigm
It’s
not always what it seems dreams she wrote ....take note
Value
based questions now being asked when tasked with removing our individual masks
to the apparent separation from the rest of creation ... to see if we can move
in symbiotic coherence
To
live our lives with more beauty and reverence
Longevity
of life, preserved at all costs or quality of life and dignity in dying.
scientific
enquiry above quantum reality natural healing inner wisdom and intuitive
feelings ...the lost technologies of energetics and plant-based medicines
Capitalism
or gifting society’s and fair exchange systems
Globalisation
and centralised power over local communities collaborating together
Protecting
the vulnerable from future infections with enforced vaccinations at the expense
of our freedoms.
Safety
over risk
Chipped
as we sit
Under
parental control
Told
where we can and cannot go in the name of protecting our frail and old.
Willing
for a while for the loved we hold dear
will
it be the same ...can we sit for years?
Have
our children climatize to fear
Risk
manage our future on past tragedy?
manifest
a trajectory defined by scarcity?
The
new normal
Like
9/11 the war on terrorism
Covid
19 a war on a pathogen
The
language of war perpetuates more ...
War
...
conspiracy
theorists and the mainstream alliance apparent enemies
But
frenemies through fear
a
house divided is a house that can’t stand
virtual
opponents in a colonised land
the
natural wealth of culture ritual belonging intimacy and diversity replaced with
packaged products tech based online activities
Short
term gain and adversity
Consumerism
exponential economic growth over simple living sharing well-being and health
Problem
reaction solution
Divide
and conquer stirs up confusion
Be mindful
there are dark agendas but also good people
It’s
fertile ground for sowing seeds or watering weeds
Which
type of gardener do you want to be ...
Tap
tap tap she writes
Nothing
like a virus to break an old programme
Nothing
like a crisis
To
create a new paradigm
All
of truth can be found in nature
When
we are gone
The
earth will still breath
Flowers
self-seed
skies
will paint pictures of unity
landscapes
will mould and shape to the elements in wondrous diversity
Reflecting
natural artistry
The
wind will still blow
The
seas come alive
New
species will thrive
Scorched
lands will heal
The
sun will still rise
The
moon will still orbit
The
planets will align
To
perpetuate new cycles
Earthly
and divine ...
no
humans to measure time or quantify
Things
with reductive minds
But
we are still here no path set in stone
Don’t
let another’s choices refract from your own.
As
we sit in our houses thinking we are alone
Look
how one pandemic can spark coherent action
We
can change a war narrative
through
creative abstraction
move
away from evolutionary patterns
of
dominion and rule ..patriarchal tools
Awaken
ancient stories of love service connection to our tribe
Indigenous
wisdom revived
So
each one thrives as we see in others mirrors of ourselves
When
attacks on your ideas take hold
Take
your triggers and turn them to gold
It’s
not the words we say but the energy behind them
Remember
when things overwhelm
we
can start small
grass
roots economies can flourish
Stand
tall
One
good deed one little seed
It
all boils down to one simple choice
Choose
love over fear
And
let it be heard
your
seed is your gift that can birth a new world ...