Dream Teacher

Once upon a time there was a beautiful teacher. Her classroom was filled with art and big floor to ceiling windows that allowed for the sun’s golden rays to pour in. Other teachers thought of her as a bit unorthodoxies. But that was OK. She knew what she was here to do and the thoughts of others would not distract her.

She had requested her children be allowed to have a longer nap time. She wanted each of her students to be able to wake up in their own way. Waking up was a beautiful unique experience and she felt it in her heart, right in the God space, that this was the lesson that they must learn for their lives. She wanted them to learn to respect and value their dreams and the dreams of others and appreciate the present from an awareness of the connection between their dreams and their realities. You see, their dreams would create their realities. She placed flowers and luscious plants around the classroom, and played soft affirmations throughout the day, she talked about feelings, and colors, and what they meant. She taught them to list the things they were grateful for and to appreciate Mother Earth as they connected their toes to the soil. She helped them to understand the complexities of negatives, positives, and balance. All of these things were to fertilize the soil of their subconscious and to enrich the roots of the trees that she hoped would bear healthy fruit in their conscious minds.

She had one little one that never seemed to need to sleep so she didn’t force her. She provided that little old soul with loner tendencies new tasks to complete during nap-time. Sometimes the little girl helped to get the snacks ready or she read books. Sometimes the teacher asked her to draw pictures of what her life looked like in vast detail and some times she simply sat in silence swirling in the present. She wanted the little girl to understand that though her classmates were not awake she was not alone and that she could still begin to actualize her dreams in that silence. She could learn, grow, and create in that silence. That was a blessing.

Each day the children would begin to stir around the 33rd minute of the hour.
Two or three would wake up early stretching it out and moving back to their seats, chitter chattering along the way connecting simply because they had woken up first. On occasion she had to check their little attitudes because they seemed to think that it was a race, that because they were first to wake up that somehow they were more special. They had not realized that her little helper, her little old soul had been awake the whole time creating in the quiet. She thought it curious that her early risers tried to guide the old soul as if they knew it all. This made her laugh. One afternoon she held the old soul’s hand and looked deep in her wide eyes and reminded her to listen to her own voice. It had gotten strong in the silence. She could trust that voice. She could use that same voice to tell those little egos to mind their own destiny. After a while the early risers stopped with this conscious competition. They learned that it caused them to miss out on knowledge and blocked their blessings and actually slowed them down. They took on a new role.

The early risers learned to love on and help the sleeping dreamers who woke up crying. Sometimes waking up is scary and you need some soothing. She had some little ones that would wake up ready to run outside and play. Lets go! they would shout. There were others that would wake up and just lay there processing. They would rise and take their places. She had some that would wake up and fall back asleep and wake up and fall back asleep. She knew that she would have to assist them in breaking this pattern. The time for dreaming is over. Be fearless and get up. There are beautiful things waiting, but they can’t wait forever she said firmly but loving as she gently shook their shoulders. It was time to start tuning in. It was time to start living in the present moment.
Nap time was special. The sleeping dreamers would become the reality creators. The teacher thanked God every day that she could be there in sunshine filled rooms filled with art to teach the children to dream to believe to actualize. Because one day the sleeping dreamers would elevate the whole world.
God bless the sleeping dreamers and the reality creators.

 

Find Us

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The little girls are magical

Little boys too -but could you focus on the feminine with me?

Little girls are creators -Growing

Teenage girls are creators – Growing

Women are creators

The depth of our ability to create so great that life forms inside of our bodies

We are the vessels through which life passes and so much more. That is powerful

Women are powerful creators- Growing

Teenage girls are powerful creators – Growing

Little girls are powerful creators

So we must love serve protect respect appreciate honor and value the little girls- the teenage girls – and the women -before we lose anymore

Find ourselves – Find our girls – Never lose them again

photo: My magical nieces at the beach a few days ago

 

Last Call

She called to his spirt in hopes that it would answer

In hopes that belief would find him in the night and wrap his consciousness in stars and shine light into his darkness

Opening him up to the beauty that is everything- to the love at his core

The queen calmed her own fears she knew that this may not be their time and her voice may not be the one for his ears

Maybe the moment for this pairing would be in the future when the king was ready for the work-when the king could really love himself, express his feelings, and find gratitude in each moment

Maybe she had to continue on her light filled journey alone- her solo act explosive enough to ignite his spirit

Life was too beautiful for her to stand waiting for too long

The king would find her but only after he found himself

Calling was draining

So the queen stopped calling and prayed to the Creator to release her from this task

He will find his way in his own time soothed the Creator

And away went the queen confidently into her destiny – because what was for her was for her

 

Money Talk$ with Tristan

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Where are we going?
What is happening to us?
Currency is currently all we see
But why? Who taught us this?
Why do we stack? What do we stack to attract?
Is currency all we see?
The root of all evil or is it?
Calling on the Creator to bless us so that we can achieve greatness – greatness that is external – an off shoot of that root
But what has the quest for currency currently gotten me and we?
Inflated egos credit card debit attempting to impress people we haven’t ever met via the Internet
Is currency all we see?
Is currency currently the only thing driving me?
Driving we?
Driving she and he and all?
Currency currency
Knowing that ultimately we could pay with our souls for this quest
But my quest for currency isn’t just for me you see the currency is to afford me the opportunity to permanently leave this race and buy back my time buy back my land buy back my family
Fuck a 9 to 5 lets just take a drive and enjoy that we are alive
Is currency all we see?
I see Harriet and she reminds me that an unbalanced quest for currency could create slavery
Ultimately it’s all tied to intention-I mean you can’t pay for Ascension
So the currency can’t be all I see
I must open my third eye and see all that is for me that I can’t buy
Is currency currently all I see?
No- I see freedom
I hear freedom ringing and it sounds like the nickels and quarters and dimes jingling in the pockets of my oppressors
I hear freedom ringing as I release my quest for the material holding onto my stacks so that this currency quest is not in vain
I remember that I am free in my mind spirit and heart and the currency and the quest for it is easy ( just use your gifts the Creator whispers) – and must be used to aid in the up keep of our internal happiness – so I must spend wisely save wisely and place value on what is real
Paying to live on planet that the Creator gave to us for free- backwards
Currency will not rule me
We are worth more than the millions we seek
Where are we going?
What is happening to us?
We are elevating and the currency will follow
We rule it because we are the true root of everything

believe in yo self

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean I don’t exist

I show you my heart and my art and I see blossoms of disbelief in your eyes

You want an explanation of the why or the how or the origin

Evidence of your inability to except and appreciate things, people, and places just as they are, and not what you expect them to be

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean that I don’t exist

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean that I won’t persist

Thank you for not believing in me

Thank you for showing me your disbelief with your words and your actions

Your disbelief  has freed me

Freed me to realize that the only beliefs that truly count are my beliefs about myself and my belief in  the  Higher Power that created me

I believe in me and I do exist

Alice x the Ruger *unloaded

Put the gun down Alice.

The gun metal sparkled with the assistance of the moon light as Alice aimed.

“Who’s there!” yelled Alice never taking her eye of her targets standing 4 feet from the end of their lives and her ruger.

Put the gun down.

“”Fuck No!” yelled Alice.

“Do you know how long I have been chasing these demons? Do you?! They have taken my time, my energy, my resources!”

They have?

“Yes.” she answered stepping closer to her demons.

The targets stiffened.

I have questions Alice. 

This voice was familiar to Alice but she could not place it.

All that was within her urged her ears to listen closely.

Alice?

Why would you chase demons?

Where do they come from?

Have you sought to understand them?

Are you sure these demons are worth chasing?

Put the gun down Alice.

It seems a bit ridiculous to shoot to kill without understanding the truth of the situation- the truth of the lives of the spirits you are so ready to take. Especially because it seems that these demons are unarmed.

Her grip loosened on the ruger.

Look closer at these demons you chase.

Who are they?

Is this a good use of your time? energy? resources?

Have you created some of these demons?

Have you forced them to attack and act because you have been treating them like less then from the beginning, hand resting on the ruger ready to sear souls?

Is this your purpose Alice? To chase demons?

Have you cleansed the windows of perspective lately?

Who are your sources?

Are these beliefs rooted in fear or fearlessness?

Does the pursuit of these demons distract you from your true life purpose?

Alice’s eyes widened. “Shit.” she thought.

The awareness of her own fearful ignorance slammed into her left and right brain at the same time.

She put the gun down.

Breathe Alice.

You are uncomfortable- I feel it.

Just breathe. Growth and awareness can be uncomfortable.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Could these demons not be demons at all but significant spirits necessary for you to encounter-growing you towards your destiny- which is unfolding moment by moment, choice by choice, response by response, experience by experience?

Spirits integral to your true purpose?

Spirits that will  teach you- aid in your growth -aid in your own ascension as you aid in theirs?

“Significant spirits,” Alice whispered as a tear of awareness slid down her cheek.

Remember Alice this is an even exchange- it always has been, it always will be.

If you chase demons they will chase you.

If you chase love it will chase you.

The only demons you need to vanquish are your own.

The rest leave to me. They can’t run from me.

The exchange begins with you.

So what do you wish to exchange?

Alice was breathing.

Alice was thinking- critically.

Alice was critically thinking.

And as the wheels of her machine like mind turned faster and faster she began to vibrate.

Answers flooded in. Assumptions flowed out.

“The exchange begins with me.” Alice said.

“While I can’t control the outcome of every moment, I can aid in the delivery and attraction of the highest vibrations by choosing to exchange that which I am. I am love at the basis of my existence and that is what I must strive to exchange even in situations that make me feel like pulling out the ruger.”

Alice stepped forward looked her demons straight in the eye, forgave them and let them go.

Get back on the path Alice. There are some beautiful things ahead. You are okay. Alice you are powerful. You don’t need the ruger.

“Who are you?,” Alice asked.

You know me Alice. You always have. 

When you need me call on me.

Let me be your ruger. – the Creator laughed and sent Alice down the path filled with love, hope, and fearlessness.