These downloads

I offered him some wisdom

pulled down from the stars

I know it was helpful

and it was lightening in a jar

captured and released 

he took what he needed and let go

The Akashic Record keepers

told me what I needed to know

They share just what is necessary

keeping the sessions brief and tidy

but full of great assistance,

and we will be continually informed by manageable pieces

of information about the past, present and future

It is almost as if they line up the revelations

top, middle and lower, so each part of the 

living being is addressed. 

Receiving a good reading is like a blessing

for each chakra, for each part of you 

that stands to benefit from this work

and the practitioner receives waves of bliss

during and after these downloads

I am giving thanks for these ways

I love being aware of these practices

now and moving forward

our tasks

Every planet has a real name 

that no human knows,

every plant and tree has a real name

that no human knows.

If you listen in your dreams

waking and sleep, sometimes 

they reveal themselves

and we are tasked with remembering. 

every human has a real name

that no human knows.

you know, we are sometimes tasked with

figuring all of this out. 

but it is hard to confirm if you have

come upon or arrived at the

genuine names, the true identities

who are we supposed to turn to?

the angels, the gods and goddesses, the ancestors?

oh and all of them have real names

we do not know. 

The names are unknown but I know

I can fit my feet perfectly on the round, smooth hard

stones in the stream

There are no jagged edges on the stones

and my feet fit so well

on the smooth stones 

in the cool stream

my hand

I calculate the risk, deciding to

reach out my hand 

from where I stand to where you stand

So far all I feel is the wind

in the place where you may have been

at one time you may have been

ready

open

willing

but the days weeks months and years change us

the tears and laughter leave residue where we walked

I want to retrace my steps

and examine each memory as if it still had breath

but no, all I feel is the wind

now and stretching out into the coming days

the rain will join the wind

howling like love was truly lost

howling like a thousand Novembers.

so, I am shivering in this place

not exactly home but still so familiar

the side of that hill 

the bench with the stories

I walk with your image heavy in my head and hands

a shadow projection of what was

shivering and howling with where we are now

my hand reaching out 

from where I stand to where you stand

and you leave me there

with the swirling storm 

in the whispering and screeching skies. 

too much

blood and bones

rivers and stones

eventually it is all ripped from me

Or maybe we will be sifting through 

and dissolving

back to the elements

earth and air

fire and water

we cannot grasp mystery 

too much like sand between your toes

and fingers

too much like water running over your 

wrists and palms

too much like breezes high up

in the tall trees

feeling the weather in my knees

too much like crystals glinting in 

moonlight

too much like dreaming

with all my might

no rhythm, no patterns 

except for the shadows of leaves on 

dusty ground

too much like I love you

more than words can express

felt it all before the world's collapse

in on itself and 

starting over 

like mystery

too much like 

mystery

web of protection

I might take off the mask

I might lift the veil

My love is not transactional

My love is not for sale

This journey has been treacherous

This path has many turns

I feel the truth pulsing at my temples

I feel the energy guiding me

toward the healing I have sought

It is in my web of protection

with all the powers I have caught

speaking silent questions into a night sky

you pause as if just passing by

every atom in every cell awakened

at the thought of that rumored love

a love that also dwells in my web of protection

with all the powers I have caught 

with all the healing I have sought

I might take off the mask

I might lift the veil

My love is not transactional 

My love is not for sale

you may tell me all your names

you gathered down the ancestral trail

picking wild peppermint

harvesting edible flowers

gathering nourishment from earth

feeling the wind blow

holding space with room to grow

aligning with integrity 

and the sacred flow

Revolt

the planets are aligning

to bring us change

but we are only a few steps closer to

what we want

if we work at closing the distance

between where we have been

and where we need to be, perhaps 

the moon will be pleased

and the sun will get shinier

being the star we are closest to 

and the revolution of earth around sun

makes way for 

revolution on earth

but really it will be a telepathic one

a revolution from within

a revolt from the toxic systems that 

hold us prisoner, sometimes literally

but other times it is a potent metaphor

gathering us all together

with the power of the planets in our solar system

creating new ways to walk

the path

to liberation, love and long -lasting justice

for those most in need of all three. 

balance

 tell me the story

of how we survive this

tell me the story of how

we become that light at the end of the tunnel 

and how we harness the energy

to overcome the turbulence

hold the evil accountable

see them trembling before 

the Spirits of Justice

who know each and every one by name

by signature energy bodies

tell me the story 

of how good triumphs over evil

how we are made from cosmic dust

in this we can trust

and how matter was never created and is

never destroyed

all we have ever done is change form

tilt the balance this way and that

until achieving homeostasis 

tell me the story

we are writing 

as we write it 

as we live it 

as we show up for it.