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ink on little screwed up bits of paper disregarded, 27 years later resurrected with typos autocorrected when the pen outdated replaced with phone,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losing our power as we mirror back anger in reactive modes outdated codes hiding in the shadows of our fears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 ...