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All souls on our beautiful planet suffer. Some profoundly! We are not meant to build walls. We are meant to crush them! The first wall at Wall Street still stands looming as it wields it mighty [illigetimate] powers over worldly affairs while consuming everything like the vultures they are! Oh how deep runs the blood of irony in this manmade evil!

Lay.mans (lay.downs) terms: Governments are corrupt! Funny not funny that they can shut themselves down, consequently cursing people to profound suffrage! As Michael Jackson says it, “They don’t really care about us.” Therefore, “We the people” ūüźĎ have right to #reboot! And power-up we should and must to our soul’s content!

Think vast-ER we must, because love IS the answer!ūüí≠

They … do not love! This … we all must comprehend to accept! They do not have emotional capacity to ‘see’ beauty’s worth! And here stands reason for their unreasoned desires for chaos over peace!

Understand, deeply, that there will never be change, as is now known and seen of antiquity, until our place of Stewardship over the many is retrieved!

Change yourself, change your thoughts to change the narrative! Courage, voice, born wisdom and determinate, are what we are, for sake of change!

Life is
so tall
yet so small
up against
the wall
It will take
a mighty will
of all
to make
it fall!ūüĒ•

Рepc ©

“Ashes or diamonds, foe or friend, we’re all equal in the end”
– Roger Waters,
Writer for Pink Floyd

Deeply runs anger, agony and angst through all fluids of Earth so much so
that the children of Earth feel her pains! What she beeches is love!



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Happiness is not a¬† “pursuit” as is falsely proposed by deceitful thoughts of mankind, but is the reward recognized of self-worth when the heart unites with wisdoms of intimacy [soul] centered in compassion, kindness, and giving necessary to meet the requirement of balance between the give and take of the seasons of birthright of all life.

Everything of existence exists within a perfected order.   Humanity must return to the mindset of humble acceptance; an embracing of forgotten instinctive morality of mortality.  Why would humanity so grossly think themselves the exception to given ordered place of Universal law?  An instinctive knowledge of place within the whole.

Humanity is meant to exist for experience in moments of joy gifted of an eternal now of vested personal truths that need¬†be shared to the whole for purpose of change. ¬†And everything, just as a child is disciplined for imbalance of temperment, has ill consequence to be learned and understood without provication if thoughts meant for the giving are not given toward a betterment of life for the whole. The reward for courage of unselfishness, is happiness—gratitude reaped of higher conscious accomplishment of being, and even no matter the rain of self-inflected pains of ignorance tolerated through lessons given for greater necessity’s sake.

A suffering continues, over and again, until be realized a humility gained of the broken-ness of false expectation, disillusionment, and disappointment. ¬†Humility gathers up the broken pieces to show the path to reconstruction through intimate conversation of ‘muse’ of greater ‘force’ of core being: A true who of ‘self’ found if one is brave enough to dare remove a mask of gross intention; a numbered permission to enter the ‘stage’ of altered reality of illusions of lure.

Within comes the revelations of mortification of conformity moved by evil-minded endeavor. ¬†‘Seen’ is the continuous consumption of precious wasted souls [gifts]: A punishment of tears of self-disappointment spent in ignorance and mental imprisionment of anxious torment for want of dreams deferred by stolen moments.

The greatness of mankind, the arts of emotion . . . music,¬†poetry, story-telling and writing, painting, the humanities—remembrances of histories rich in thoughts of desire for change of heart and consciousness! ¬†And if one is completely honest with the truer of ones-‘self’, it will be from these desires that mindful wisdoms naturally flow from the center of being; a balance where freedom exists. ¬†No suffered anxious ego needing constant consult of place and reason.

The more expediently humanity gets it’, the sooner the world’s children will no longer be burdened of the ‘sins’ of apathetic forefathers. ¬†And an end will surely come to the insanity of killing propagated of false ideological‚Äč claim.

Life’s adversity is a false ‘bitch’, and will continue to be so until is acknowledged that the Earth is as our glorious Mother to what souls continue to return to through her womb to complete an ‘assigned’ task. There are no exceptions! ¬†And so it is . . . to the ones who remove the mask go the rewards of a just taste of anticipation of “heaven” on Earth; a state of spiritual sight revealing the truths of worthiness—beauty reaped of perdition’s tears of persistence toward Love’s promised perfection!

Forgiven must be everything of the sleepy minds of ignorance while the awakened heart forsakes the illusion of shamed mark by showing the world a born face of imagination’s courage of creative charge!

To humanity is entrusted happiness; a responsibility of divine measure to be shared with all manner of matter! Smile we must, as we reap a gratefulness of full heart in knowledge of miracles happening upon life at every precious moment!

As much as is reconciled in the silence of redemtion by ones of broken connection, such must be repeated aloud by all, until the aloneness of angst for change is no more!

Physical, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual hungers are all equally painful.  A humbled stewardship entails human compassion to call out the suffrage of any species for what it is . . . an abomination in the sight of existence!©


“Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.” —Victor Hugo


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Every woman’s heart is deserving of ‘the fairytale’ Love. ¬†Imagine that! A belief of heart¬†worth bringing¬†forth meant¬†to just be where broken is its own kind of beautiful.



Happiness . . . to love and to be loved: A truth worth living.¬† And yet, how many earthly souls do truly¬†feel loved‚ÄĒthe ‘something’ to have without reason of¬†logic aforethought. A ‘something’ of faith. A faith of knowing. A ‘go with the flow’ mentality necessary to evolve to allow the¬†‘self’ to¬†feel the one ‘something’ that¬†is real!



She once¬† feared a listening to her own ‚Äėvoice‚Äô‚ÄĒfeared that the pains of her soul would bleed out tears of many lives hidden of words waiting to be spoken through the aloneness. She summoned a courage to¬†‚Äėunderstand‚Äô a¬†question of,¬†‚ÄėWhat has been the most important thing you have done in moments of life-times?‚Äô She already summized an answer, as she is a survivor of Love‚Äôs seemingly unfair ‘tests’ of endurance, because even after the heartache, she stilled angst for love through the scaring.



A woman’s intuition¬†is¬†sincere, and even when made ignorant¬†for a time of Love’s blinding. She¬†chooses¬†to love Love always, and even in an eternal tiring of trying. She cannot easily give up on love so wantonly desired. She will attempt discovery of means of acquire, as she¬†wills¬†a world of her own desire‚ÄĒ‚Äägiving¬†wholeheartedly to Love’s gravity of rhythm as it tares¬†down walls of distrust in unending attempt at rebuilding her¬†pieces continually falling at her feet. She waits for¬†the melting‚ÄĒthe smile that tells her he needs her. A promise of trust in his eyes that says he will never leave her. The touch of his hand in hers that says he’ll catch her when she falls. A lust for repetitive kiss of just ‘because¬†I love you’. Until the moment of betrayal comes‚ÄĒ‚Äähe lets go of her hand, he pushes her away with a pain of indifference, and kisses her with empty heart. ¬†He hears nothing at all¬†through her¬†tears lost in a seeking of Love’s seeming vain unreason. ¬†All this, she endures, waiting a time for her lust¬†of Love to make love to her like the storm ravages the ocean!



Is ‘the devil’ of mind delusional?¬†Is¬†the ‘God’ of hearts an illusion? ¬†Faith, is choice made clear in reflection of choosing direction‚ÄĒ‚Ääbe it negative thoughts of impending loss of self-worth by idiocy of mind’s hearsay, or be it positive thought for the keeping of heart¬†of¬†understanding Love’s way for growth and preservation? ¬†Is not Love a do or die challenge of worthy battle—for soul’s sake?



Perhaps, Love did design her for contentment in aloneness, if only to teach her how to breathe new air.


Perhaps, ‘something’ of the Universe desires her love for purpose as it whispers in her ear,¬†‘I am sorry for your reign of pain, as it is to be this way for sway’.



Dearest Duke: ‘Move’ your Princess wisely, or¬†lose her entirely.

Dutiful¬†Princess: ¬†Let no man give you unreason to think the unthinkable—that you, of life’s design, are not of ‘substance’. ¬†You, one given in loan for Love’s greater sake!¬† If many are un-worthy, have no doubt in your faith that many others pray you walk with love their way.



Perhaps . . . for many, love is made of the pieces left of a tired world. One must be willing to lose connections to people, places, and things that create all the noise in order for the peace of Love to flow freely from the broken pieces.



A private conversation in Love’s sway, is¬†a soul healed of a wound.



He asks: “Does Love truly exist?”

She answers: “Love is an adjective and a verb moving all matter of noun. ¬†Love, is the what of who¬†you are¬†of¬†what you do, and of what you say or don’t say or don’t do: A word of means of connection to just being. Thus, it is meaning what you seek. ¬†Love, just is‚ÄĒ‚Ääthe same as always been.”

He asks: Well, if we marry, will we ‘find’ a meaning to love?

She answers: It depends¬†on personal introspection. ¬†You won’t ‘find’ what was never lost. ¬†If you ‘find’ that there is beauty in life, then Love’s meaning is self-evident. If you keep ‘looking’ for Love as a thing to grasp, you will never ‘find’ it, because Love just is and was never lost. What you must ‘find’, is you . . . Love is there first: A way of being. Again, to just be. To love yourself first, you must dare take off the mask given you at birth by ‘systematic immorality’. ¬†You will ‘see’ and feel Love everywhere and in everything if you do this first! ¬†Once you rid yourself of the mask, you’ll want no more to hide behind it! ¬†All truths of true love’s systematic reality is revealed immediately:¬†A joy of all that is Love released from imprisonment of mindless madness!



Within simplicity of innocent heart is where Love resides.¬†No need to seek it! ¬†And even through lies of proposed mask of cruel broken-heartedness, Love remains always faithful to YOU! ¬†The one thing of life all life can be sure of is a meaning of faith: A knowing that Love’s presence resides of all things believing in YOU, and even despite¬†all else of telling to the contrary!



Q:  What is mortal sin?

A: ¬†Mortal “sin” is what it is, the sins of mortal lies and ties created by the wicked ruse-ful who knowingly and willingly¬†betray their fellow mortals: A convincing blindness assured given of mask to uncertainty and unreasonable illegitimacy of perplexing complexities¬†of¬†intentional stagnation of individual imagination’s creation of perfected evolution . . . over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over of each new berth unending, until each can deny no more the ‘voice’ of thought within of whisper to ‘take off the un-‘god’-ly [ugly] mask of unknowing shame’! ¬†“Sin”, is a thing of mere mortals sole un-soulful doings of choice! Nothing more than human drama and dogma¬†having nothing to do with a ‘God’ of all¬†things of true face created of love!



She‚ÄĒone of continuous counting of many sorrows is overdone with lies and contrived controls of masked mania vested in mankind’s broken promises and religious and political betrayal‚ÄĒwords of nonsensical indifference and hidden meaning professed through ungodly delusion!¬† She, comes over and over, holding her divinely given Love close to being in spite of mankind’s ‘evil’ dark intentions and inventions attempting bending of her light toward spiritual reckage!



Give her¬†simplicity and she’ll¬†be fine.¬†The Earth the beach the beach house and wine! ¬†Please take note of the sign over the entry-way door embellished with pink¬†cockle shells and clay purple turtle bells:¬†“WELCOME: NO mask of governed-mentality to ruffle your hair here! ¬†Please leave un-smart phones on the veranda chair!”


A reachable reasoned DREAM come true . . . once she saved her own ass‚ÄĒto experience love without a mask!



Love is given to hearts for the serving, yet sadly abused by the undeserving. ©










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“According to Hesiod, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Pandora opens a ‘jar’ containing death and many other evils which were released into the world. ¬†She hastened to close the container, but the whole contents had escaped except for one thing that lay at the bottom ‚Äď Elpis:¬†translated as “Hope” . . . though it could also mean “Expectation”.

Perception of mind [choice] is everything.

  1. Source:¬†https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandora’s_box

Actually, it was “Pandora’s Jar”





FACT: Wordy dogma and meaningless display of drama of politics and religion are¬†obligated toward contrived ‘rituals’ of lies and ties based in negativity of thoughts given to illusionary and delusional mentality—historically and repeatedly sworn-in to,¬† are the “brain-washings” to solemn oaths of conformed duty to convince the world in ‘ideals’ based in fallacy—‘evils’ battling ‘evils’ to no positive¬†ends. ¬†In reality, these ideals are only¬†suggested mind-sets¬†toward¬†‘it is what it is’¬†indoctrinate ‘systems’ created to command¬†the masses—thoughts¬†steeped in¬†absurdities of assumption built upon secular societal ill-gotten gains: An utterance of perfected imperfection to human ignorance.


It has never been, “good battling evil”, as has always been¬†suggested. ¬†In fact, good has no need to battle. Good, has only obligation to live and let live, to just be of life, and gives rightful protections to all life—the very human¬†need which¬†‘evil’ does so apathetically usurp¬†from millions upon millions of life’s forms of magnificence, while offering negativity and destruction of minds, imaginations, and souls. Given of ‘evil’ of men, is great misery in attempts based¬†in unreasoned causation of depletion of intentional energies of progression. ¬†We, the supposed proposed blinded minions for¬†‘evil’ intent, are the mere pawns of battles between ‘evils’ as we are used to feed the greed of ‘the beast’ of¬†false ego: An ‘implanted’ desire toward nonsensical materialistic ¬†consumerism! ¬†ALL life battles constantly for survival against these ‘evils’ upon ‘evil’, upon even more ‘evil’, and still more ‘evil’ . . . to ends of continuance of living under the thumb of¬†‘evil’-minded mankind, until eventually comes the¬†inevitable outcome of implosion of ‘self’-worth … of soul’s energy … of imagination … of individuality, until all life form is profoundly usurped!¬†



Man-made ‚Äėtime‚Äô has come full circle again existing only for¬†control sake: A ‚Äėtime‚Äô of continuance of obligation to fear the idiocy of ‚Äėevil‚Äô‚ÄĒthe same psychosomatic state of life that has been from moments immemorial.¬† And again, it is imperative of moments of now¬†of existence to turn true inner glory¬†from it! If ‚Äėevil‚Äô no longer has such firm grip on souls at its disposal to drain in support of wicked apathetic destruction, then stands to reason that it will eventually, in terms of man‚Äôs ‚Äėtime‚Äô, fade away! THIS¬†. . . is humanity‚Äôs sworn oath of duty in given moments . . . to simply be compassionate sentient beings for the good of awe for all. ¬†Each life is a drop of love’s antidote given upon the pains created of ‚Äėevil‚Äô minds. ¬†To ‚Äėbattle‚Äô is to destroy ‚Äėthe beast‚Äô forced to dwell within the very cells¬†of mankind‚ÄĒ6 protons, 6 electrons, 6 neutrons‚ÄĒshared in union with a¬†primitive selfish ego fed from birth into an indoctrination of conformity.¬† Humanity,¬†must¬†firstly acknowledge this truth, thusly to become once again¬†humble to the greater power of ourselves¬† . . . that which, is¬†Love. Ours is obligation to honor of place of near forgotten awareness¬†of blood ancestry:¬†A homage to be paid¬†to sacred connective ‘spirits’ far too¬†long denied dignity of worth!



Let ‘evil’ feed upon itself¬†when no longer is given unworthy, undue, and undeserved attentions of human thought, until at last it be consumed to the nothingness from whence it came! Only when this does occur from out of¬†humanity’s soul, will peace be realized of the life-force as was come¬†from first intention of of light.



What’s in the blood, is the only way out! Create your own world without branding, and with all heart of imagination, give your ‚Äėself‚Äô fully unto it, for what good is sown from within, will joy be reaped outward!¬†¬©




To ‘experience’ is a birthright. ¬†Learn to re-learn by tossing the magic given of ‘self’¬†unto the heavens from whence it came. ¬† Let the returning light shine on the¬†truths of heart [wisdoms]: A¬†way of disposal of¬†illusions offered of¬†dark-hearted selfishness derived¬†of wicked-minded men.



CURIOSITY: Love of Life: An UN-branding of branded conformity.



‘G.O.D.’ :: Gaining One’s Definition











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If you dare¬†.¬†.¬†. and you must of anxieties of instinctual wonton burden, delve deeply into a proverbial ‚Äúrabbit hole‚ÄĚ; an inner sense of way where one comes to ‚Äėsee‚Äô paths of truths once lost. ¬†Seems legend, myth, fairy tale, art, and Music, are more truthful in lyrical meaning than any of mankind‚Äôs watered-down versions of interference of ego: An interpretation of¬† knowledge offered of¬† twisted histories. The supposed ‚Äúholy books‚ÄĚ‚Ää‚ÄĒ‚Ääbooks versed and re-versed according to the whims of culture and religion are sorely missing truths of value and realities of untold record.



The histories of organized religions have been grossly bloody ungodly, and frankly, have very little or nothing to do with ‘faith’¬†nor ‘words’ of means of biblical sense—words concerned with matters of Love and hate—namely,¬†specific accounts of witness of historical story of relentless and numerous battles between the Love and hate of mankind’s hearts. ¬†Faith then, becomes¬†profoundly personal; a choice come of¬†ourselves of inner ‘voice’—thoughts given by way of personal whisper: An unrelenting loyalty, devotion and surrender to a magnificence of faith given unto one or the other. ¬†It is impossible that faith¬†would come from elsewhere other¬†than from within. ¬†No¬†other one can reach unreachable souls except for the ‘one’ who is the first divine Soul-Mate shared amongst the whole of all other ‘ones’;¬†an expression of connection of one-ness . . . ‘God’ . . . the Universe . . . the Omnipotent . . . Phi of¬†fingerprint . . . Mathematics . . . the Matrix . . . the Alpha, the Omega¬†. . . Allah . . . ¬†YAH ¬†. . . Yahweh . . . Nature¬†. . . [etc. etc. etc. of all cultures]. ¬†



Life is created of free will. There¬†is¬†no mistaking a ‘calling’—‘the something’¬†that is felt and¬†does exist. ¬†It is the Soul-Mate what we seek, and¬†so too,¬†is¬†the¬†‘what’ that is also seeking. ¬†It is best to choose to believe in your-‘self’, rather than ‘powers’ that be who mock your¬†thoughts if they be outside the ways of drama and dogma. ¬†Let it be known, let it be said freely, curiosity¬†satisfies the imagination.¬† Indeed . . . surly it is unthinkable to give up on a possibility of chance to achieve the impossible when is given such divine role model as a perfect Love; a Soul-Mate ¬†of expressive thoughts of unfathomable beauty of light in plain sight—an¬†intense drive of passion, where lay blood chilling joy!



Do mind your thoughts . . . always, they¬†are¬†intimate conversations with a Universal Soul-Mate. ¬†A will¬†either¬†chooses¬†to¬†listen¬†to a¬†divinity of ‘voice’, or, will choose to conform to the forces of worldly voice of misery and unreason; a deafened defeated right of¬†progression. ¬†To wherever thoughts lead, such is what will come¬†through the door left¬†opened.¬†¬©




‘G.O.D’: G.aining O.nes D.efinition.¬†—Common




It becomes¬†important to know the histories of “sacred texts” before reading them.

ie; The International Standard Bible Encyclopedia—all versions before the “Authorized”¬†K J V version:



A history of John Wycliff: http://www.greatsite.com/timeline-english-bible-history/john-wycliffe.html



Other studies [books] of message (+):




“If some years were added to my life, I would dedicate fifty years to the study of the Book of I, and then I might come to be without great fault.” ~Confucius


The Complete “I Ching” – 10th Anniversary Edition:



A¬∑poc¬∑ry¬∑pha:¬†biblical or related writings not forming part of the ‘accepted’ canon of Scripture:¬†https://carm.org/reasons-why-apocrypha-does-not-belong-bible (writings,¬† [questionable] ‘reports’ not considered genuine).



‘The ¬†word’ of ‘holy’ books, together with all books removed thereof, ¬†are¬†given¬†to personal interpretation. Never were they intended¬†for¬†organizational¬†use by¬†religious groups endeavored to¬†usurp a control of the masses, as this would most assuredly¬†deny and defy a¬†fulfillment of requirement given of ‘God’ to¬†personal¬†freedoms of¬†choice and will.



Q: ¬†‘Who am I really? ¬†What is my message [gift] for¬†change?

A: ¬† Have a conversation with the Soul’s mate, you, to find out.




To agree and to¬†disagree, should always be matters of personal discernment. Question everything to contemplate the ‚Äėsomething‚Äô vying for your attention from the center of your being. Do research with an¬†‚Äėeye‚Äô outside the realms of religionists and political drama and dogma. Seek, and never stop seeking. Be awed by the things you will come to know. ¬† The things of a¬†true ‘God’.










There are healing messages on an ‘awakened’ side of Music:













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Many times I did enter the realm of midnight fair of air of Zana‚Äės garden.¬† A place of billowing peace painted of enchantment; an unending diversity of plumage: A menagerie of flora and fauna releasing Nature’s drug, euphoria, upon me at first deep hypnotic breath.



I am at once rendered calm—moved away from¬†life’s dark-sighted anxieties¬† of due affairs of tormented spirit while swayed of tire as Zana’s garden welcomes my secret¬†tears to cleanse and cure: A peace is given to open heart’s door¬†to rest.



I sit in moment upon nestled¬†caress—senses lulled in awe of flaming hibiscus and out stretched arms of comforting bended palm. ¬†My nostrils fill with¬†intoxication of warmed summer breezes of sweet earthly delight of flowering blooms singing whisperings¬†of strength to vanquish¬†silent mournful illusion.



On this night, a full moon gently gleans the night sky reaching to touch¬†my soul in quiet quiescent delight. ¬†Zana’s garden does somehow know it is¬†peace and comfort I seek: A peace graciously given in unselfish Love’s language of lush and ‘Godly’ bonding. ‚ďí




Embrace the intimacy of cosmic rapture to feel Love’s native tongue.



A message is spoken¬†of Love‚Äôs tongue,¬†‘Your¬†deepest fear is not the¬†sense of confined false inadequacy, but of how powerful beyond measure is your power.¬† It is the light of heart within¬†that most frightens you, and not the darkness of tormented mind.’



NATURE: The inborn forces of light and dark: A realization of awakened being: A place of transitional euphoric-agony of joy and pain calling: A recognition of connection of truth in just taste of ‘godliness’: A mind ensensed of Universal mastery and self-love’s place within the moving canvas: A constant dance toward infinite change.


The ‘something’ that we feel, is real. ūüíę

¬†*NOTE: The original name given to this song is “Goodbye Forever”.






Ying & Yang

A menagerie of aroma rose from the garden called Eden. Overwhelmed was the young, spirited, and beautiful young girl named, Eve. Eve could feel the strength of the full-grown great Ironwood tree against her soft flesh. In her Divine nakedness, Eve closed her eyes to receive and relish in intoxication of invisible¬†sweet balmy breezes of the mid-May air move through her long thick shimmering black hair. The scent of bitter-sweet citrus moved her senses; taking her to realms she had not until this moment experienced. As Eve allowed the massage of air brush her deep-dark skin, she became entranced to unawareness of sounds made of an entity making its way down from out of the canopy of the great Ironwood where she stood. Eve closed her eyes as she stretched upward as she took in a long deep breath of enchanting citrus. Upon opening her eyes, Eve did see the large looming figure of color— yellows and greens, and blacks and reds of a creature with menacing glean of purposeful intent that did paralyze her as she became incensed of fear as she made the grave mistake of gazing into the creature’s eyes; an assured hypnotic spell had been caste.

The large and formidable figure of the serpent did take great lustful pleasure in its triumph of overcoming Eve‚Äôs innocence as it moved ever slowly toward her. Even in her trance, Eve did know the serpent’s visit was intentional as she felt the silky-soft, yet heavy and cold movements of the serpent’s large head move across her right shoulder as it slithered its way between her breasts, stimulating within her, the newfound emotions of pleasure of the flesh.

The serpent gently moved its body of cold matter further toward Eve‚Äôs warmed abdomen, meeting the softness of her feminine frame. In her trance of mortal spell, Eve felt numerable waves of pleasure in conscious abandonment of self-control as she succumbed to passions of the flesh. In preying upon Eve’s vulnerable young feminine inclinations, the serpent took great satisfaction in presumpteous belief that it had beguiled her divine nature‚ÄĒthoughts given in to presumed sin-ful and insatiable mortal feelings intent on defaming an eternal promise of intellect, truth, and evolution: A supposed
sin of physical, mental, and spiritual legacy did the figure of a serpent mean¬†to make placement upon Eve‚Äôs “Holy” virtue—one of malevolent untruth of “mortal sin” of flesh and blood of¬†physical experience. The serpent did so name such sin, guilt. The serpent laid assumed the corruption of Love‚Äôs essence. This, the serpent did to accomplish a purposeful self-justification; an envious coward’s move¬†to disgrace humanity’s mentality to worth; a beauty of intuition come of entropy’s¬†force of true intent. However, unbeknown-st to the wicked ruse of the serpent, was woman’s privileged beginnings; of privy¬†intent to higher purpose, to dispell a deceit of unjust affair. For Love, being Eve‚Äôs begotten nature, can be tormented of vulnerability, but woman’s will of heart will never betray loyalty of responsibility to Love through temptations of disparity: A temporal self-disrespect.

The genius of beauty—that which is of the feminine, remains as intended for preservation of Love to reign eternal, mortal, and immortal: A bearing of spiritual essence of expression and universal form of intent. The serpent of malicious favor¬†was the one who was tempted, and thus rendered riled and unable to resist Eve‚Äôs powers of innocence, beauty, and seduction¬†of a¬†nature imagined and achieved of a “G.o.d.” of perfective plan. The serpent, by way of ignorant arrogance and self-willfulness and self-professed godliness, was the one who was unaware of its own imperfection, and thusly become perpetually angered and tempered toward the “G.o.d.” of Love and all manner of creation made of Love, and so did chose to be unreflective of the things of equality in¬†all things created of devotion to Love. The serpent did so vow to curse and make all malevolence in attempt to usurp life and light for all moment, and for as long as humanity remained in boundary of given place, because malevolence refused to acknowledge humility to benevolence: A power greater than itself. An¬†idea of dis-harmony did reign in the minds of men thereafter: A continuance of darkness of subconscious false place of unworthiness of heart, mind, and spirit, until personal moments of revelation did gather humanity’s pieces and arranged them differently¬†and aside of¬†what the serpent of chaos had so wickedly proposed. ¬©


A liar cannot have last word over Love’s will, for in the end, insinuators¬†of proposed doubt cannot change what¬†has already been¬†clarified. It was She who was, and from She, human thought did come, as was her intented wholeness of “Holy” purpose.
















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monarch butterfly






Monarch Matriarch 

Awe is¬†one’s divine duty

Enchanted burden¬†‚ďí



“Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it will elude you. ¬†But turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.”

~Henry David Thoreau


A simple life: A responsibility to stewardship over its survival, its very truth.  How humbled we should be in knowing we hold such power!








Carry On: A Sibling Army

Angels are amongst us  

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image. . . and when you have them, cherish, is the word.


“Angels have so much power, that if I were to tell you everything I have seen, it would exceed belief!”

—Emanuel Swedenborg


How¬†blessed we know we are when¬†given so many good and truly amazing siblings¬†who do stand proud¬†with us on this earthly plane of experience.¬† They who teach us all we will need to get through the ‘testing’ of heaven and hell’s intertwining as we seek the light leading us home, and even as they too, experience¬†the burdens given of mental and spiritual temporal ‘demons’.¬†With my own¬†outer armor made toughened by circumstance, I do still stand silent in defense of inward heartaches. ¬†At times, I am silently sensitive toward mean and condescending words and actions of others. ¬†I must have stepped forward before my ‘God’ in the beginning and in the knowing of impending fear as I plead my case for extra courage. I must have expressed my¬†want and need for an army of Angels to guide me in their light¬†at all times to accompany me in the battles of shadows of self-loathing offered by those of misunderstanding heart while I too, was expected to learn humility. ¬†A merciful and loving ‘God’ did give to me in my plea an abundance of unmerited grace in form of a multitude of keepers‚ÄĒAngels protecting me from the offenses of an obtusely un-reasoned reality. ¬† Steadfast of¬†love they are, and do stay firm of conviction as was¬†promised, and so to ’til the end of my days they sure me up with blessings as I await the¬†anticipated passing through the intimate veils of¬†eternity. ¬†Unconditional love and wise words from these my Angels have set my heart free, because¬†they love me for me—the I of I am of fault and flaw.



I¬†do¬†know the whys and ways of¬†Love, because I have learned to love so deeply.¬† ‘Demons’ due taunt me, and have taken due love from me, but never will they sway me or stray me completely from love, so long as I shall live, because the Angels are here to prevent the near inevitable ‘self’-implosion offered within the contradictions and conundrums contrived of ‘demons’ residing of¬† life.



I pay¬†full heart’s attention to my¬†mentors given of life.¬† I am always the¬†‘student’ of learning the concealed ways of ‘being’ from them. ¬†



“Carry-on is what we do, only we don‚Äôt have to do it alone.”¬†

‚ÄĒMaya Angelo



It’s all about the¬†lyrics! ¬†I love my tribe . . . there would be no ‘home’ without them.



Catherine .‚ô•. (Wednesday, July 25, 1956)

Cathy . . .¬†¬†you will always be to me, and as sure as to know you is to fall in love with you. ¬†I always remember to bring my hard-held sense of humor to your table of shenanigans. ¬†You are surely the double-edged lathe of heaven. ¬†I can’t¬†recall a time in life that I was not under your spells of both laughter and madness. ¬†I still wear the¬†scars and badges from your whip of choice . . . your tongue! ¬†Even in my most seriously sad moments of childhood, you did take all things to heart—the good the bad and the ugly, and even in your reviling of us at times as older siblings do. ¬†There were many times that each of us experienced great¬†sadness—at¬†seemingly hopeless ends you extended your protections. Strut you did your¬†proud-ness¬†before me, gave me that gentle but forceful shove at the back of the head . . .¬† or a¬†gentle pull of the hair . . . or a tender punch on the shoulder and say such things like, “What is your problem?! ¬†Do you think¬†you‚Äôre the only one in the world that has stupid things to deal with?! ¬†Get the hell up and stop being a crybaby! You‚Äôll be alright!”¬† I know I was a crybaby, and a very small and sensitive child. A¬†mere name-calling would set me off on a self-pity tangent for a week. ¬†I never doubted for a moment that you endeared yourself upon us. ¬†You had a gift for making us ‘see’ that the seemingly hard and hurtful things were no more than a trivial incident of moment. ¬†You told us¬†jokes and made us¬†laugh, or, you would do something clear off the wall without warning and get us both¬†into trouble just for¬†a few more good laughs¬†just to let us know we were not alone in our troubles. ¬†You most assuredly did put me in a place of content in¬†an atmosphere of discontent. You were ruthless, cunning, and courageous in the face of all aggressors who sought to do us harm.¬†Cathy . . . you are truly an amazing loving, brilliant, and resilient soul! ¬†You forced me to not only face my own fears, but more importantly, you’ve shown me by way of your own actions how to overcome fear by simply staring down¬†the lack of face-value of fear. ¬†I learned to¬†acknowledge its presence, but because of you, I have also learned how to move through it laughing as hard as I could. ¬†You will always remain the stronger one. ¬†You took upon yourself the burdens of our¬†rough childhoods, and in so doing, you also took¬†on an enormous responsibility of teaching us¬†a meaning of survival being¬†in the¬†sacrifice. ¬†You are an¬†earthly light that kept lit my own—given of¬†Divine Love for those who would always need your guidance through an often times overwhelming ‘hell’ of existence.¬† I know you will laugh and call me corny as always . . . but I love you so very much. ¬†I proudly carry your spirit upon¬†my heart where you touch me deeply. ¬†You are my witness—one who sees me at my best and my worst and who loves¬†me anyway. ¬†You bring me my smile when lost, and even in the darkness, and allow my tears to flow freely when hidden from all others.¬† I have grown to love and appreciate your tough exterior¬†along side the¬†light within that shines brilliant in ways of coping with the unfairness of life. ¬†You are as soft as a marshmallow at heart in matters concerning those you love.¬†¬†You are ‘God‚Äôs’ way of letting me know that I do¬†not always walk alone¬†through this often times hardened dark chaotic world.¬† …‚ô•…



Elizabeth .‚ô•. (Thursday, August 15, 1957 – October 11, 2011)

Betty . . . you¬†will always be to me. ¬†Make no mistake in what you see when¬†peering upon her angelic face, as your first instinct of her would be correct. She wore her heart with soulful unbridled determination. Indeed . . . no never did one. dare tell Betty that she could not do a thing, and¬†all who knew her, knew she would surely prove you wrong while she feed you back your own words without honey-coating if you dared to disagree. ¬†The harder the game presented to her, the deeper the challenge of fortitude she showed. ¬†Never tell Betty the ‚Äėno‚Äô word, as surely, this always meant ‚Äėyes’ I can and you can‚Äôt stop me! ¬†She was one tough cookie, but at the same time would offer you all that she had in your need of it. Beyond her tough exterior, Betty could soften up when you spoke of happiness, dreams, and desires, but quick to anger with you if she thought you allowed anyone to treat you badly, “It’s your own fault if you allow anyone to treat you like s***!” ¬†You could do nothing when her spells were upon you, and on her terms—she was brutally honest with her words, even if it meant she knew she had to be tough with you for you to ‘see’ things clearly her way. Through our childhood and into one adolescence, in most cases, my words would get us both into trouble. ¬†It was always Betty who would literally drag me away from harmful situations, and with her hand over my mouth while telling me straight forward in insistent whispers and finger pointing in my face, to “shut up!”¬†“Listen!” ¬†Her approach was for you to follow her lead¬†for¬†everything to¬†be alright. ¬†I remember so many days of feeling anger mostly out of my own hurt feelings given from¬†others. ¬†She took hold of me when I was relentless in defense of my words. ¬†Betty was the wiser, and knew she was saving my skin from a good ass whipping! ¬†Betty would literally pin me down, get right in my face, and tell me, “I know you’re angry, but you¬†have to find it in yourself to pull back on it sometimes, because nobody feels your¬†anger but you. ¬†You’re only hurting¬†yourself¬†…¬†no one else. They don‚Äôt feel¬†what you feel, but I do! ¬†Let me take care of this!” Betty was a champ at just knowing what needed to be done, just at the right moments, and did it! ¬†She was a true to life Guardian Angel who protected me from harms of the heart caused by others. ¬†She would give me all she had graciously, just to see me calm and happy, and expected nothing for herself for it. ¬†She would take over bad situations like the leader that she was. ¬†Her way was to leave the ‘enemy’ looking down at their two feet in shame for their actions. ¬†I was proud of her so many times I cannot even count. ¬†Betty was fearless, and had a gift of just knowing how to put one to shame for their wrong-doings to make her point known . . . which was to make the perpetrator ‘see’ the wrong of an action no matter what cost or how hard she had to fight¬†to be convincing. ¬†Betty did not mince words. ¬†In moments of challenge¬†she was strong in fortitude and patience—the very means for¬†our survival. ¬†We are at heart, and always will be, true sisters. ¬†Even though we were already bonded by birth,¬†I¬†did even¬†cut my finger to mince our blood in sacred bonding. ¬†My heart is indeed heavy with missing her, but I am aware of her spirit always, and I do know she waits patiently our arrival to complete the circle to be with her.¬† ¬†…‚ô•…



Margaret .‚ô•. (Sunday, June 14, 1959)

Peggy . . . you¬†will always be to me. ¬†An Angel in the mirror of life so true—given personally and Divinely for lessons in compassion, tolerance, and a meaning to give to true love’s existence. ¬†Forgiving by nature is who you are, patient at all times in loyalty for love’s sake.¬† I have many memories of you Peggy, some more prominent than others ¬†as we shared the line of middle position. ¬†You were born an undeniably cute pudgy-cheeked baby with smooth ivory white skin,¬†big blue eyes and a crop of curly coal black hair. ¬†Easy to get along with, always in a happy mood, could wipe a frown from any face in an instant with your enchantment of smiley charms. ¬†As we grew older, and as siblings do, I did indeed begin to convince ¬†myself to be so much older, and felt to be much more experienced: A childish ego of sorts taking the better of me. ¬†I had taken on an enormous dislike for you. ¬†I do not know where it came from, but it did come. ¬†Even our babysitters‚Äô picked up on my attitude toward you, and as punishment, always made me hold your hand for hours. Ironically, you relished in the moment. ¬†You Loved it! ¬†I could see both a satisfaction of retribution and love on your face, and I of course hated it! You and your raggedy appearance, long stringy black hair, dirty shirt and all just put such a damper on my much more seemingly sophisticated ego. ¬†You followed me around everywhere, mimicking me in everything. ¬†You seemed an annoyance to me in all things, all the time. ¬†I do have so many bittersweet memories of us. ¬†I remember a day in particular when I just abruptly turned around and lashed out at you about your unwanted stalking efforts. ¬†I even remember where. ¬†It was on the sidewalk between the Mercead’s home and the Gonzales‚Äôs home. ¬†I screamed at you to stop following me. ¬†I was, well … ‘evil’ to you in those moments—hurting your feelings to the core¬†was¬†something I wanted to do and knew I had done just that. ¬†You looked at me straight in the eye¬†with total¬†surprise—stunned I’d say, and I could see tears swelling up in those¬†sad glassy beautiful big blue eyes. Your words . . . I did hear in such a quiet voice, “I just want to be your friend,¬†I want to¬†be just like you, that’s why I follow you.” ¬†I really did want to continue my ‘shunning’ of you, but I just couldn’t. ¬†You melted my heart completely¬†in time. For the second time in my life concerning you Peggy, I saw in your face a most valuable thing;¬†an admiration given to true love. ¬†I didn’t let on at first that I was initially dumbfounded, not completely understanding my own feelings.¬† What I did come to understand, was that¬†a life-long friendship was to be; an untouchable¬†loyalty toward whatever ends. ¬†You are loyal at heart to the things most important to you, and so readily forgiving from the first ‘I’m sorry’, unconditionally—and even without complete understanding. ¬†I loved you totally for you in that moment, and love you always. ¬†You have not only shown me compassion, but have also given me a gift—very honest and true words I needed to ‘see’ and feel, enabling me to let go of my own childish selfishness. ¬† All I wanted to do was to take you home and clean up your sad and dirty little face. ¬†I wanted to wash and brush your long and beautiful black hair until it shinned like the sun that you brought into my life. ¬†I did hide my overwhelming feelings for you that day—I did cry that night, because I felt an eternal¬†love for¬†you: A love that could never be broken.¬† I know I have already given you my apologies for my¬†ugly behavior, but I can never say it enough—you are my mirror shinning back at me. ¬†I am truly grateful for you in my life. ¬†I love you so very much, and I would be¬†totally less than whole without you. ¬†…‚ô•…



Veronica .‚ô•. ( Tuesday, April 11, 1961)

Ronnie . . .¬†you will always be to me. ¬†Always straight, upright, and proud heart-ed. ¬†And still you remain a woman whose loyalty never wavers. ¬†We dare not hurt you with betrayal, as we will be assured your quick and swift tongue, until a time of your own choosing to forgive. We know that you will neither tolerate, nor accept disloyalty, as honesty is your nature, your devotion given openly to everyone you love and trust. And you expect no less in return. ¬†This we know is of utmost importance to you. ¬†As one of my younger sibling, a position you held proudly, you never held back your sense of personal responsibility of protections, above or below the line. ¬†You had our complete trust, and we had yours, in unworthy abundance. ¬†We had our fun together, ¬†as we partook in and carried out along with the crowd in our daily shenanigans, but it was your badge of perpetual trust and honor that we held high to lead the way. ¬†At times of course, we would be ‘caught’ at our own ‘game’, but, always guaranteed was peace of mind in matters of your loyalty as we entrusted you with the evidence of our foul play. ¬†Our very own special and unsuspected lucky charm. The¬†enchantment of your smile would set us free. ¬†You were our collaborative ward off trouble weapon; a personality easily steering blame away. ¬†We did take your loyalty to our advantage—make no mistake, as you delighted in our complete trust of you, our very own ‘radar’ against anyone who dared lie to us. ¬†Your unequivocal judgment of lies and truths we taken seriously, and we coveted your innocence to ourselves. ¬†Yours were gifts of charm, grace, and loyalty. ¬†The rest of us could only hope to master these attributes in a lifetime. ¬†You were quite simply, treasured. ¬†As a small child, you were not even able to tell any of us a lie. ¬†On occasion, you would be caught with the ‘goods’, the ‘evidence’ on our behalf, and you were so very proud that we entrusted you with such position of importance. ¬†I do remember also, at times, your honesty backfired, as you just could not lie even to our parents. ¬†Still, and even in your innocence, you never pointed a finger; never did you ever give name to blame. ¬†Fearless that you were, you took all blame upon yourself, ¬†withstanding consequences. ¬†Despite how trivial this may seem now, make no mistake, you had our full admiration for your ‚ÄėGod‚Äô given qualities; qualities that touched us deeply upon witnessing such fortitude. ¬†Despite our rough and tough exteriors, we always had our Ronnie to make us shine like saints. ¬†You took such great pride and delight in your place as you danced for us a dance that was ours, and for no one else. ¬†Ronnie, you truly are a delight of heart. ¬†We do love you so. ¬†No one was ever a better playmate, nor more loyal a companion. ¬†This has not changed of you. ¬†Do know that hearts were broken upon being left to the past; those days of our childhood separations. Every one of us felt that shooting pain of anguish. ¬†Our thoughts were that no one else could ever possibly be more deserving of you than we were. We appreciate your sweet nature. ¬†We Love you forever. Make no mistake in our jealousies . . . we never wanted to share your charms with another. ¬†Our Ronnie, a light of truth and grace. ¬†At times of trying childhood, you were the only light we had. ¬†…‚ô•…



Thomas .‚ô•. (Thursday, October 11, 1962 – October 5, 2011)

Tommy . . .¬† I¬†will always call you. ¬†Born a beautiful baby boy with brilliant¬†blue eyes. ¬†A Hugh smile seemingly¬†painted upon¬†your face. ¬†Never have I ever witnessed you offer¬†‘judgment’ of anyone, for any reason, at any moment—hearing only from you words of fondness for others and your observances and perceptions of goodness you saw in¬†every one you met. Everyone around you felt¬†love, and even when¬†no words were spoken, and even in your own times of sadness. All¬†who knew you¬†observed your quiet solitude. ¬†I have such wonderful memories of you as a very small and extremely smart endearing child. ¬†You had a gift¬†of being manipulative in ways of playfulness. ¬†We happily tossed you about like a little beach ball, and you would just giggle and giggle and giggle until all were left in tearful laughter. ¬†Your laughter was infectious upon us; an addiction that consumed us daily. ¬†Your sense of compassion was uncanny as you ‘read’ the faces around you so easily. So many many times did you bring yourself upon the lap of the saddest face in the room, just to give personal comforts. ¬†Love was what you were, and we drank from your precious cup as we allowed it to overflow into us. ¬†I remember how it broke your little heart to see another‚Äôs pain. ¬†You tried to ‘fix’ things in your own way with so many hugs and kisses given such that filled one up completely. ¬†All were comforted¬†by your¬†hugs. Tommy, you were¬†our own little treasure and pleasure to have and to hold. ¬† Nothing was ever¬†held in grief for very long in your presence. ¬†You had and shared freely your ‘bounce-back’ quality. ¬†Never think for a moment that we did not have admiration for you in this, as the burdens of life just seemed to roll off you back so-to-speak, made forgotten, and on to the next challenge! ¬†You did not waste your time on the mundane and unimportance of matters often reflective of ill-will. ¬†Always thinking ahead of the game was how you handled everything, and when things did not go your way, you would shrug it off and say, “oh well . . . guess it wasn’t meant to be.” ¬†I had only wished I had such quality of demeanor as I saw in you so many times. ¬†Even when seemingly at times you own life was out-of-control for a time¬†physically and mentally. ¬†You held you head high as if to say, “I will get through this too”, while mostly keeping your troubles to yourself so as not to be of burden to others. ¬†Your were wholly about giving, so in your own time of having to take from others in your own need, I did see your¬†personal ‘shame’ of it; a remorse and a self-collapse not easily reconciled. ¬†This was something that was tough for all of us to witness, as we knew it to be so¬†unlike your nature. ‘Something’ malicious had touch you deeply, and I swear I did see¬†your broken wings as a ‘demon’ took¬†you from us for a time. ¬†A sadder day could not have been for any of us. ¬†I relish in¬†hearing your memory … of laughter and words of¬†wisdom,¬†“Don’t take it so seriously . . . winning is not the ultimate goal in the ‘game’. What will matter most is your decision of what pieces you decide to move and when, and what pieces you decide to sacrifice and when . . . just to survive. ¬† keep always in mind that one pawn on the game board has equal chance of becoming a Queen as does the Queen, but only if you don’t initially look upon the pawns as ‘loser’ from the start. ¬†You have to ‘see’ they must all work together to achieve a self-prophesy; a satisfaction built in strategy of skill. ¬†Call it a miracle of teamwork and sacrifice toward the gratification for all”.¬†You were four years my younger when you taught me this reflective lesson while teaching me to play the game of chess. ¬†I admired you so, and I miss you, but I know I will have the honor of your presence¬†again when I see your beautiful face in our own eternal kingdom . . . the one of us¬†. . . the one we both have place in. ¬†…‚ô•…



John .‚ô•. (Monday, February 24, 1964)

Johnny . . .¬†you will always be to me. ¬†¬†A fair of face dreamer . . . lover of life who holds tightly to freedoms without limits. ¬†It is truly hard to place mere words on such an unrelenting soldier of honor as you, my brother John. ¬†Your name is admiration¬† . . . your name is Divine in our hearts. ¬†An inspiration to never give up the fight! ¬†In this lifetime, we did witness courage, and with yours did come a complete conviction to forgiveness. ¬†We are proud to be your sisters and brother! ¬†It seemed to us the harder the punishments dished out upon you, the longer you stood in your place in face of will’s¬†battle¬†as¬†you did not look away. ¬†Equally, the greater the joy, the more you reaped all there was to reap from it, until all was deservingly taken. Those piercing blue eyes mirror your gentle nature to all who look into them—those who will see the eyes of the child of¬†adult perspective where is held past misery and madness of blame for a father’s sins laid upon tiny shoulders. ¬†We know you John, and it is only through you that we are able to ‚Äėsee‚Äô that it is truly the most innocent and loving ones who bare and carry the biggest burdens of and for others. ¬†John, you were so innocent, so¬†kindly gentle and good;¬†a pleasant child to behold, always¬†remaining strong and courageous for others. ¬†All you ever wanted for yourself and for others¬†is¬†simple joy and laughter to be our best of friends, and laughter and love you surely gave through your perplexing puzzlement of personality. ¬†You were born to be an entertainer for happiness sake . . . you were born for us, giver of smiles and as well should have been allowed your gifts freely to give. ¬†We surely did¬†allow it and appreciated every smile and greedily took all you had to give. ¬†The unworthy did not see your ‘Godliness’¬†. . . the passionate one inside you . . . the one we did ‘see’, your bigger-than-life spirit. ¬† You were our Johnny, and so much more of what was not seen of your graces by others—graces¬†which still¬†do¬†shine upon anyone who is near to you. ¬†You have shared your intimate energies with us, and your energy we did feed upon for our survival. ¬†Your light will not be put out, as we your brother and sisters hold a great measure of your light within us: A¬†light of inspiration¬†and encouragement . . . and of so much Love. ¬†…‚ô•…



Donna .‚ô•. (Monday, June 14, 1965)

“The Baby”¬†. . . you¬†will always be to me. ¬†Another bright Monday‚Äôs child fair of face and full of grace. ¬†Our very own ‘diamond-in-the-rough’ baby to have and to hold bringing gifts of hopes and joys badly wished for in extreme times of shared childhood anguish. ¬†Even though our sister Peggy did try to steal you away as her own (and really . . . who could blame her?), we greedily partook holding you little body close to touch your spells of joy placed upon our hearts in those precious moments. ¬†And precious you will always be . . . such simplicity of pleasures felt through a mere holding of you little hand in ours just to reap your complete love and trust reflected in your eyes as you gazed upon our face. ¬†I have overwhelming feelings when I ‚Äėsee‚Äô you as a tiny child of my memories. ¬†You were a tender child born into an already hard-torn realm of emotions. ¬†Do know this Donna, it was you who held the Kingdom together in stilled moments of time by sheer gentleness of your nature? ¬†We so enjoyed bathing you …¬†stroking your hair …¬†gazing upon you …¬†playing with you, and just being in your world so completely, all else faded away. ¬†A vision of enchantment and magic to behold and we were all under you love spell. ¬†We took such pleasure in mornings to look upon your face as it lit up at our very presence. ¬†You were the sunshine in all of our lives. There were so many moments that I will cherish . . . both happy and sad, and some more prominent. ¬†I remember a time so well, an utter and unbearable grief and seeming betrayal carelessly thrown to us all. Your tiny face I still to this day see. ¬†Sadness, is the word I see for a day in time forced on us to part ways. ¬†A day of great loss. ¬† A day of separation from you and my young brothers and sisters. ¬†I begged her …¬†I pleaded in tears of anger for a change of her mind and heart. ¬†I do believe that she did have the best of good intentions within her own mind, but not in ours, not for you, and not for me. To remove you from my life so abruptly and so easily, was one of the most painful moments of my life. ¬†I lived a painful, angry, and helpless discontentment for a long time without you and our brothers and sisters. ¬†I could only describe it now to being like a stabbing pain of the heart. I know you shared the same. You held the very joy and hopes of my own heart in those days. It was unfair that those pains had come to pass, but always know Donna, you are of such immense measure in a bigger part of who I am. No one and nothing will¬†ever take the place that I will always hold dear and deep within me for you. ¬†I have watched you move through life as best permitted. ¬†I admire the strength and confidence you cling to; always coming out the other end of heartache’s experience a better person. Your unequaled personality of sheer love for love‚Äôs sake has no match. ¬†You have walked many paths of seemingly no return, yet in merciful miracles, you did return, every time, with your love only furthered and none swallowed up. ¬†You did indeed win! ¬†You have blossomed even more beautiful into the wonderful person that you have always been; a gift to have for whatever time now allowed any of us deemed worthy to stand in moment with you. ¬†Your heart we do endear, as it has become more open and more loving, rather than been numbed or embittered in seeing much personal worldly pain. ¬†Hope illuminates from you …¬†love is your gift given and readily taken by all of us, as it is ours to freely take: A gift graciously given by means of your birth. Love and hope is what we reap in these hard times, and so to on forward down through all generations as we continue to be so very much loved. ¬†I am at once moved to comforts given of hope by your spirit. ¬†…‚ô•…


A reason for everything, so it is said. ¬†No surprise we are called, “Carry”. ¬†A name revealing so much, so proudly.



I knew I was the weak link.¬† I was the one who cried and begged and carried on for mercy.¬† A fear of everything was the issue of not wanting to ‘go’ when it came my turn to learn appreciation, worthiness, forgiveness, love, etc . . . etc . . . etc . . . the things needed to learn to be of good heart when all that¬†seemed forthcoming was humility. ¬†I know I would have failed these lessons without my eternal companions volunteering their company to love me—to protect me—to¬† carry me through these ‘tests’ of fortitude. ¬†Love did follow¬†me, and without I will have failed. ¬†I am forever grateful that Love is what I was¬†born to and to be in order to face¬†life’s ‘demons’ of un-fairness.



I have a dream. ¬†A dream I carry with me. ¬†A dream of where I resided from whence I came. ¬†A dream of togetherness and not of separation as is suffered here. ¬†My dream is my personal¬†“Heaven”; a¬†place of belonging longed for. ¬†A¬†place where joy exists freely uninterrupted and un-compromised. ¬†I see only one eternity, and how could it be any other way, as I’ve already been given a just¬†taste¬†of paradise that did silence¬†my¬†fears through¬†this earthly unreason.














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Moon Gazing



This side woes

humanity’s fate . . .



of forgotten promised





 That side dreams

in misty joy . . . 

an ache

for rite

of passage . . .  

destiny’s way



‘Oh, my¬†God’!¬†

Cries out the heart . . .

for wheres

and whys

of shadow’s


along this . . .

an obtuse world



Be still

ye revenant  

insanity . . .

lest happiness

be forever

barren! ©
~the white rabbit



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There is wonder in silence.  Contemplation stirred of serenity.  Magic felt of move in solitude.





















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