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.

 

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

Creator may we?

May all the women of the world fall in true love with themselves

May we raise our standards and love from an authentic unconditional place

May God bless and protect us from those that only come to harm intentionally or unconsciously

May we have the strength to loosen ourselves from the grasp of fuckery

May we heal ourselves and elevate pass relationships of any nature that are unhealthy

May we breath life into our dreams and suffocate our dramas

May we all receive the love we so deserve and desire

May we rest in the awareness of the present moment and all the heavenly guidance that surrounds us and breathe in deep breaths of gratitude

For these and other blessings I pray

Amen

Late Bloomin’

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Tiffany M.
Late Bloomin’
Acrylic on Canvas
58” x 24″

When I paint it is my higher self speaking through/to me. In this case she was telling me that blooming late is beautiful. Ain’t no rush.

If you would like to check out my ode to the Late Bloomers as well as  the work of 64 other artists see the photo below.

And if you see me say hello.

*Laughs I could not resist.

Many Blessings, Tiffany M.

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