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Flight Of The Songbird

I was stirred to compose this song by a new internet friend of mine, a beautiful vocalist who has recently awakened to her True Identity, and has been spreading Light and Joy to many who had never been exposed to these concepts before as she helps to facilitate and encourage the Great Shift we are NOW experiencing.  Thank you, A.S., for inspiring me!

bird singing on branch, colorful

Flight Of The Songbird

She hides among the leaves

Of the Tree of Life, so bright . . .

Little Wing, she ventures only

To echo others’ creations, in the dark of the night

One time she was emboldened

She risked it all, what a sight . . .

Burst out from her shielded depths

An explosion of expressions, pristine beauty and light

Oh, in the past, since forever

The darkness ruled the roost

Night and day

But now forever has ended

the roost unmade

 And the songbird – with All of her kind

Is free to spread her translucent wings of Light

And fly far, fly away . . . .

The first time she had dared

Went out on a limb, took a risk

Oh how she sang out!

A fount of joy-burst, heaven’s mist

But it did not end too well

Advantage was taken, her purity dimmed

The veil of leaves and their shadows

Called her back to protect her from sin

(chorus)

The seasons have changed now

The New Spring has arrived

And those who made it through the winter

Most have shifted out of the somber lower vibes

Little Wing can truly FLY now!

Living butterflies, rainbows and fairytale dreams!

Her and ALL her resonant Brethren now soar free

Their Inner Joy expanding limitlessly

Fly far, fly free . . . . .

Songbirds now unite in ecstatic reverie!

Woman with 'wings' on old boat on sandy shore

 

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Get On With The Fascination!

So . . . . Here we are at the Crossroads of Humanity, standing with one foot in the Old World, and one foot in the NEW!  Well, not really ‘new’ in the proper sense — Limitless Love and Abundance has always existed, of course, being the Eternal State of Creation — but definitely ‘new’ to the vast majority of the human population of Gaia at this moment in space-time.

On FaceBook this morning (Friday Sept. 20) I saw that a friend had posted The Oracle Report.  I was urged to look at this one (most I don’t, to be honest, as daily astrology reports were never my thing – my apologies, Bill ;-)) — and am VERY glad I did!  At the end of the report, it set as today’s theme song ‘Limelight’ by one of my favorite old rock bands, Rush.  Happens to be that this song was always one of my favorites by them, often sending chills down my spine even back in my late teens (for some then-unfathomable reason).  Awesome!  Anyway, I went and listened to it again, the first time in ages, and the lyrics really blew me away as I clearly recognized for the first time that I HAVE BEEN LIVING THEM FOR YEARS! — but never truly comprehended the depth of meaning that these simple but profound lyrics represented, how they actually describe the most fundamental essence of our physical lives here on Gaia, in the Illusion of Maya, on the Grand Stage of the Cosmic Theater that Shakespeare alluded to long ago, in our ‘gilded cage’ of Western materialistic lifestyles.

RUSH - Moving Pictures

So HERE you can listen to the song and read all the mystical, magical, metaphysical lyrics.  But more importantly, I urge you all to really, truly open your Selves up to the radical changes that are NOW beginning to make themselves manifest in our shared collective reality matrix, accept the flood of PUL (Pure Unconditional Love) that is bombarding our home away from Home more than any other time in human history, and ‘get on with the fascination’ of seeing beyond the gilded cage of what we were trained and programmed and coerced into believing was the sum total of ‘life on planet Earth’ for soooooo long.  I pray you enjoy the Magic Carpet Ride that is commencing ‘here’ and NOW on lovely Gaia Sophia, and accept my heart-felt invitation to come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me . . . . . (how many of you other ‘golden indigos’ recognize that classic line I wonder, lol).

For those who might like more of a personal description/interpretation of this work of lyrical art, I’ve printed the full lyrics below and briefly offer my own perspective for you to ponder, or enjoy — or both!  I’ve mentioned bits and pieces of these concepts and experiences in my blogs of the past two years, such as my seeing ‘beyond the gilded cage’ into the lands that my activated pineal gland (natural DMT secretions) has made abundantly available to me (and in extreme sensorial intensity of late).  In any case, EnJOY these last days of Life in the Lower Realms, as the thick, heavy curtains of the Theater of Deep Illusion are indeed being drawn back together here at the very End of The Game . . . . so that we can start an entirely new theater, with a whole new set of truly ‘stellar’ acts, based on our True Reality in the Higher Realms!

5D Mansions

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage.

Yes it DOES!  My ability to ‘stay grounded’, even as a teenager once in a while, has been pushed to its limits in this life of extreme limitation.  But, until I really started waking up, I never fully comprehended that the ‘unreal’ was actually the world I was taught to believe was the only ‘real’ one!  Almost everything we have been taught is truly upside-down and backwards – as all of humanity shall soon discover for themselves.

Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act,
With insufficient tact,
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact.

I came into this world at least partially awake – but definitely ill-equipped to handle the lies, the deception, the stress, the denial . . . the Illusion and Fear.  Tact?  LOL!  Never had any, never saw any reason to either!  Suffered immensely for it, too . . .  Barriers were absolutely necessary, ‘bricks in the wall’ as PF put it, in order for me to keep my sanity in this insane world.

Living in the Limelight,
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem.

The Universal Dream, the Illusion of Maya, for those who wish to ‘seem’ . . . .  For those who wish to ‘play a role’, to ‘act out’, to not be what they Truly Are for a while.  Quite an insight, and unique turn of phrase . . ..

Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation,
Get on with the fascination,
The real relation,
The underlying theme.

Those who wish to be REAL must take the bold step of putting aside the inevitable alienation and rejection of their peers (and human families as well in most cases), and choose bravely to strike out in the direction of their Greatest Joy towards the Fascination of the Higher Path, the ‘Real Relation’ that we have to All That Is!  (See A Course In Miracles, or at least Marianne Williamson’s writings — if you dare — for more on that perspective).  The Underlying Theme being Us as Spirit – Sparks of Divinity exploring Creation — in the playground of the material realms.

Living in a fisheye lens,
Caught in the camera eye.
I have no heart to lie,
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend.

Ah, constantly under heavy examination by society, with disapproving focus aimed at us if we ‘get out of line’. . . .  I could never lie myself (really), not verbally nor energetically, and so could not pretend to be cordial or polite or submissive to people who I felt were definitely not that.  Again, like other aspects of my refusal to ‘play the game like they wanted me to’, this got me into a lot of trouble throughout my life – but also saved me from a few potentially tragic situations.  I’m more than content with my determination to stick to my rigid ethical code.

All the world’s indeed a stage,
And we are merely players,
Performers and portrayers,
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage.

Go Shakespeare!!!  What a perspicacious, absolutely brilliant mind (and heart) . . . .  And Rush, seeing the truth of Us as Souls actually always ‘outside the gilded cage’ in our True Reality, observing each other – and our physical personality-selves – playing out our chosen parts in this Grand Theater of the Absurd, now quickly exploding into the Ecstatic Sublime . . . . .

Atlantean-Classic Monument on island in space w ship

Heaven's Gate 1, open arches in the clouds

Steppin’ Out . . . .

There is an old saying that I ran across several years ago that Heraclitus expressed way back in ancient Greece, a deep mystical truth that reflects a major aspect of our life in these realms:  “No man ever steps in the same river twice” (or woman I suppose, right?).  Anyway . . . . No, you can’t!  Due to the ever-changing flow of water, which renders each specific location in the river not only unique, but radically ephemeral in its moment-to-moment composition, if you put your foot into the river right now, pull it out, and then step into it even seconds later, the ‘river’ that your foot comes into contact with is actually a completely different entity in that ‘space’ that you dipped your foot into previously.  And such is our life here in the material realms, where change is the only ‘constant’ in the Universe (see Albert Einstein et al for further research on that theme).

Rock-in-rock, river, color edit

After just over half a century (in this lifetime ;-)) of stepping, falling, rolling, and leaping into and out of this River of Life on Old Earth, I have now found myself stepping out of it completely.  Forever.  I have stepped out of the river of 3D-4D life, out of the flow of time, out of the madness of ‘survival’ and ‘making a living’ and ‘fulfilling obligations’ and ‘family loyalties’ and ‘the latest gadgets’ and ‘political correctness’, etc., etc..  For Go(o)d.  Sure, I retain one big toe still immersed in the lower realms of Life to take care of the day-to-day ‘business’ of providing for a family, maintaining property and public services, 3D technology communication, etc.  And I AM still very much ‘into’ sharing the Love with my ex-wife, two beautiful little daughters, a few friends, fellow spiritual trailblazers, my cat and even a couple of neighbors — as much as they will allow me to, as much as they can ‘handle’ (LOL).

Some claim that I have ‘quit’ life, or have ‘shirked my responsibilities’.  Which ‘responsibilities’ would those BE exactly, I ask?  As long as I do what is ‘required’ in this dying Old World to make sure that those I brought here of my own free will (my two young daughters) have a roof over their head, food to eat, and clothes to keep them warm at night — and that their mother has electricity to run her machines, and communication so we can all talk with each other often – then what exactly am I supposedly ‘shirking’, pray tell?  Could it be that some people out there are not exactly thrilled that I am ‘abandoning’ them and their very unpleasant lower-vibrational attitudes and mind-sets and lifestyles?  Ya think??  No matter (literally).

Cliffs, wide view from distance, scruff brush below

Rocky Cliffs in Idaho

The B-52’s popularized an old saying back in the 80’s in one of their songs which some have claimed (in one form or another) that I epitomize:  ‘Living in my own private Idaho.’  They seem to remonstrate me to ‘get out of the state you’re in!’ (between the lines of their OH so diplomatic words, of course, never daring to directly criticize me).  But to no avail.  I AM not one to ‘abandon’ God or my True Self or Love — or Gaia’s Ascension — for the sake of those few out there from my ‘past life’ who would prefer that I revert back to being my ‘old self’, bind myself (and my Self) once again by the old slavery-system philosophies of ‘the Protestant work ethic’ and ‘obligations to the social order’ and ‘blood is thicker than water (or Soul, eh?)’ — all that sheeple mind-control nonsense.  No, I don’t think so!  Besides, as is known by at least some among my old friends and family, when I decided to ‘quit’ this ancient gig and move on, I chose a different ‘state’ to move into:  Hawaii!  (Gotta stay ‘loyal’ to that classic song and theme, lol).  I’ve joyfully moved away from the parched, rocky desert and sharp, unforgiving outcroppings of life in the mainstream of humanity, and retired into my own private tropical paradise, a ‘state’ where I interact daily with beautiful Beings just on the other side of the veil (and even a few on this side, thank Gaia!), and my own formerly unfamiliar-to-this-human-consciousness Higher Self as well, of course.  The weather and environment here is much, much nicer than in Idaho, believe me!

Tropical Beach, Hawaii bay scene

And here’s some more fantastic news and views . . . .  Just today I read a beautiful blog post (Adapting To Grace, on WordPress) that, though it represents a ‘lucid dream’ of the writer that she experienced back in July, really and truly characterizes and encapsulates the process that I went through over the past several years to get ‘here’.  I quote two short excerpts below, as they most appropriately coincide with my own personal experiences of the last bit of time in these rapidly morphing realms (and give you the link here so you can read the wonderfully poetic piece in full, and also listen to her recite the adventure to the creative music and effects that she composed to accompany it):

‘While staring at the tiny rocks above
I was fully aware that it still existed
But somehow I was here
Maybe dead?
I couldn’t tell
Why bother to describe?
My heart was breathing
Sighing
Never feeling more alive!’

 ‘. . . . Words and poetry cannot describe
How fulfilling it was
To remember the simplicity
The community
The love
The healing that awaits
When we finally let go and fall
Into the arms of our Mother’s Grace.’

I look forward to more and more of Hu-manity joining me and my new/old friends — soon — in our own private ‘state’ — of BLISSSSSSSS . . . .

Tropical scene, waterfalls in forest, cliffs, bridge

The Morrow Brings The Light

THE MORROW BRINGS THE LIGHT

The Morrow brings the Light

A new Perspective on our Plight

As we bob and weave our Way along the Path

 

Thank the Source I was rarely hit

With the existential bottomless Pit

Born of Belief that we are naught but Dust

 

I never felt such abject Fright

O the Fury! the Hell! the unhindered Spite!

Till I scorned, my Friends, a woman’s Lust

 

Of being loose and merry, Wow!

That Part I’ve played, O yes, and how!

When I lived that old Credo ‘I’d rather burn out, than rust!’

 

I’ve ridden many a tall ocean Wave

To Heights of Ecstasy! And almost to my Grave . . . .

Tapping into a Flow that only raw Nature proffers

 

Gold and Silver have been mine, no jest!

But Lady Poverty also, the unwelcome Guest

Learning that One IS (I AM) – no matter the State of one’s Coffers

 

The Journey has been long

Full of Heartbreak, Adventure, and Song

While we Lost Ones played fitfully in the Clay

 

Much Wisdom have we garnished

Our Souls cleansed, sanded, and varnished

As our Sojourn led us on to the fore-destined brand new Day

 

Time now to set aside our Bother

Prepare the Farewell Feast, our Departure

To a new Way of Being; our final Liberation’s coming fast!

 

The Morrow brings the Light

A new Perspective on our Plight

As we dance and sing our Way along the Path

 

A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS . . . .

I was sitting out on my porch Saturday morning on a pillow, just leaning against the wall with a nice spiritual book I was rereading after first being blessed with its exciting real-life adventures and transformational information around 20 years ago, and sipping on some fresh home-brewed Central American coffee. I drifted a bit from the pages I was engrossed in, and reflected on the idea, oft-repeated via many different sources, that we all need to hold the vision of our New Earth and its Life-enhancing culture as frequently and passionately as possible in our hearts and minds these days, thereby facilitating its rapid manifestation into our collective reality. This visualization practice, not necessarily as easy as it appears on the surface (but actually really fun once you get into it), is something I personally have been doing for quite a while now. I’ve been both encouraged and elated to see many others join us Lightworkers in this Sacred Cause of late.

All of a sudden, I felt it: A wonderful, ineffably powerful, absolutely delicious and joyfully incapacitating wave of PUL (Pure Unconditional Love) washing over and through me as I gazed out into my yard on this soft rainy day unfolding before me. It was tremendous! The thoughts came unbidden: We are with you, dear soul, as always. You and we are now closer than ever, and we know that you can feel that Reality more and more each day. We are giving you as much as we can now, and are so delighted that you can sense our unending support for you, and accept it so willingly and joyfully. We shall be reunited in waking consciousness very, very soon now. . . . .

While still reeling a bit from the overwhelming influx of pure love energies, I went to change the radio station — but wait! What’s that song playing right now, another one of those old favorites from the 80’s? Didn’t they use this one for Bill Clinton’s theme song??? I let it play out, knowing that the timing of its arrival was not coincidental. . . . .

Don’t Stop by Fleetwood Mac
(some selected excerpts)

Open your eyes and look at the day
You’ll see things in a different way

Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow
Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here
It’ll be here, better than before
Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone . . . .

Try to think about the times to come
And not about the things that you’ve done
If your love was . . . to you
Just think what tomorrow will do

All I want is to see you smile
If it takes just a little while
I know you don’t believe that it’s true
I never meant any harm to you. . . .

Don’t you look back . . . . .

After relaxing to that wonderful tune by Fleetwood Mac, absorbing and enjoying its timely message, I went to finish what I started to do and change the station to some light jazz or softer pop – but wait! (Yes, again). Could it be?! Another little message from my Friends On High coming through??? . . . . . . .

That’s What Friends Are For by Dionne Warwick & A Whole Slew of Her Friends
(a few relevant excerpts)

And I never thought I’d feel this way . . . .

Keep Smiling, Keep Shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That’s what friends are for
For good times, and bad times
I’ll be on your side forevermore
That’s what friends are for. . . . .

Well you came and opened me
And now there’s so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you. . . .

And then, for the times when we’re apart
Well then close your eyes and know
The words are comin’ from my heart
And then if you can remember
Keep smiling, Keep shining. . . . .

Be well, my fellow co-creators, and Keep smiling, Keep shining. Please consider joining me and many thousands of others out there and open up your hearts, and your consciousness, enough to allow our mutual Friends to grace your life as directly and profoundly and wonderfully as they have graced mine. They’re eagerly awaiting your heartfelt invitation. Can’t you hear ‘em knockin’??? Go ahead, open the door and let ‘em in! Join me in the chorus now. . . .

I get by with a little help from my Friends,
Yeah, I’m gonna try with a little help from my Friends. . . . .


LOVE IS MY RELIGION

Over the years, and especially lately (as I have been talking a lot with people about the subject), I have been asked countless times the truly loaded question, ‘What religion do you belong to/are you?’ In the past (since my late teens when I left the Roman Empire Catholic Church), I’ve always answered in basically the same way: ‘I don’t’ or ‘None.’ Once in a while I would add something like, ‘I AM a spiritual person, and engage in spiritual practices every day of my life; but I am not a member of, nor affiliated with, any organized religion.’

The other day, however, I opened up YouTube to check on my subscriptions, see if there was any fresh news or cool new videos to watch. Before I logged in, however, YouTube’s own list of new videos came up (that they are promoting and/or think would be popular). The first one was by Ziggy Marley and another guitarist doing a really colorful and expressive acoustic version one of his songs called ‘Love Is My Religion’. The title intrigued me (and I’m a big fan of his dad, Bob Marley, as well), so I clicked on it. I was in the mood for reggae anyway. . . . .

It was meant to be! In this song by Ziggy I found an entirely new and fresh and positive answer to that somewhat intimidating question about religion that I’ve been confronted with so many times over the many challenging years of my spiritual awakening. I’ve included the lyrics below so that you, too, can more clearly understand where I am coming from, and also choose (if you like, and if it’s appropriate of course) to refer people to this song any time in the future when somebody asks you the same question, as it makes several beautiful statements that reflect some of the relaxed, accepting, live-and-let-live harmony and peace that manifests within those embracing this particular ‘religion’:

Love Is My Religion, by Ziggy Marley

Love is my religion, Love is my religion, Love is my religion

I’ll take you to the temple tonight

All my days I’ve been searching to find out what this life is worth

Through the books and bibles of time, I’ve made up my mind

I don’t condemn, I don’t convert, this is a calling, have you heard?

Bring all the lovers to the fold, ‘cause no one is gonna lose their soul

(Chorus)

Love is my religion, Love is my religion, Love is my religion

Hey you can take it or leave it, and you don’t have to believe it

I don’t want to fight, Hey let’s go fly a kite!

There’s nothing we can’t cure, and I’ll keep you in my arms for sure

So don’t let nobody stop us, free spirits have to soar

With you I share the gift, the gift that we now know oh-oh-oh!

(Chorus)

Well I’m done searching now, I found what this life is worth

Not in the books that I find, but by searching my mind

I don’t condemn, I don’t convert, this is the calling, have you heard?

Bring all the lovers to the fold, No one is gonna lose their soul

= = = = = = =

Enjoy, and Be Well! And please remember a perennial truth that Ziggy slyly slips in to his live performance: Love is all we need . . . . .

LET ‘EM IN

Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Do me a favor,
Open the door and let ’em in
Sister suzie, brother john,
Martin luther, phil and don,
Brother michael, auntie gin,
Open the door and let ’em in.

Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell

Do me a favor,
Open the door and let ’em in.

— Let ‘Em In, by Paul McCartney

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Do us ALL a favor, yourself included.  Let ’em in.  Please.  They’re here to help, and it’s high time we let them, fully and without restrictions.  Just open the door. . . . . .  Image

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