When she woke, she realized that the dream was not a dream. That all she had perceived to be real, was in fact real. In her bed she lay, the soft sheets hugged her body. Her eyes slowly opening into the haven that was her home. In her heart she felt the pulse of the planet, the breath of life flowing into her open mind. She was a dreamer who had dreamt of life, and she carried her love into the world.
Her heart shone to those with eyes to see the Real. A super nova, letting go of her pain and suffering, she shone with the greatness of the sun. She radiated warmth, kindness, loving compassion to the world. She was aware of her heritage. A child of the cosmos she made every effort to remember this truth.
The realities that once made up her world began to dissolve. She now knew the truth. The infinite and absolute had made a home within her heart and now she spoke on its behalf. She insisted on the unity. She insisted on the incessant harmony, for those are what the eyes learn to see. The underpinning of our projections. The universe outside of our senses.
And so she touched the stars. She caressed the miracle like a newborn in her arms. She cared and nurtured the life growing in her. The reverence she held for the all.
Her work became clear, to be the star. To shine the light. To know the truth beyond doubt. To emanate the magic.
Inside this womb, the ground that the earth provides, god makes itself manifest. The power of the creative cosmos on a scale much smaller. She now knew the commonalities. She now knew the divine that resided within.
She bowed to the majesty of the creative eternal. She vowed to use her life for good. In the quiet of her bedroom she invented the world anew. A world aligned with the divinity of truth. A world which honoured the devotion for life. A world which celebrated the simple, and brought laughter and joy. She was a beacon for the Real.
This Earth is a womb. It gives birth to a life that is precious and sacred. This earth is an Eden. A garden of delights that exists beneath the ruble of fallen civilizations. The truth is simple, and it will remain once all the structures have fallen. The truth will outlast the planet. For the truth is beyond space and time. And this she knew in her heart.
She caressed the eternal. She cuddled the sublime. Feeling herself in the embrace of the mother she knew beyond doubt what it means to care – to nurture. She embraced the laws of nature. She was coming into understanding.
To see the symmetry within the womb.
Bright and shiny truths,
She was within the womb when she reawakens,
when she realizes how she touches infinity, and pure creativity. She sees the solar origins, how she comes from the Father, an admission of light. And she is nurtured by the moon. The mother creates a pool where life can grow, and flourish, fertile, free child, be according to the laws of god.
She bore a hole with a laser beam of light.
She awoke in a world which was different.
There were different laws. Different rules.
As to what she could and could not do.
Like chess pieces, moving in different paths and patterns.
In this world she was very much a Queen, moving whichever way she please,
but a new sense of scale, as to the complexity of the universe.
She becomes a beacon of light. She understands her star.
The same solar blast that birthed her.
and polarity divides. 1, to 2, to three, to 10 000.
iChing meets holy trinity and the tree of life.
The truth of existence,
the ladders, the DNA which lead to existence,
and those which lead to extinction.
In the womb we have a star. A star seed. Which births in the innate wisdom of the mother. There is no trying to have a baby, in the same way a flower doesn’t try to be a flower, it just follows its code. Its evolving program and structure which makes it what it is.
I bow down to the brilliance of nature. To let nature have it’s way with you. Be like a feather that blows with the breeze.