A break from my break

In today’s forward focused, fast paced and outward searching society we rarely take the time to truly stop and do a life review.  To take a moment to turn from all that one is creating in the world is viewed with admiration when in truth it shouldn’t be.  Just as play and rest aren’t given their proper respect, reflection has become something that is done in times of dire necessity.  We must change this fore it is the only way we’re going to both continue in our evolution and provide the support needed for the new God Beings of the great shift.

 

One of the things I enjoy doing during retreats from the world is writing poetry.  At one time this great love of mines took me deep into the caverns of the music world during the era of the great late Tupac.  As time continued I understood that my love of sharing my deeper feelings, emotions and thoughts were to be done on a lengthier platform.  And although I do so enjoy the many benefits from the art of writing novels (the nurturing and developing stage of Divine Power Unleashed – follow up to Born with Power of the Divine- is supporting me during these final moments of transmutation) I must admit I do dive right back in to poetry when the lighting strikes.

 

Well, I have been told that I still have a little more time before I am to completely return to my place in the world but I wanted to sneak and share a poem that I wrote.  I hope you enjoy and if there are any questions or concerns . . . ask God while in prayer and (hopefully) reflection.

 

 

Medicine Woman

 

Do you see me?  The strength of God-Force that shines deep?

Just one glance and you can’t forget my smile, my laugh, my original wit

I use to get mad at those who couldn’t see that I am ‘real’

Thankfully, mercifully God strengthen my eyes . . . this flowed to my spine

Now I am confident and tall

Knowing I am Medicine Woman for all ya’ll

 

Do you see me? The energy of all that is life?

The negative, positive and changes which are deep

I stand connector between Heaven and Earth

I stand, cry, scream- sometimes in meditative concern

Now I share it all

Knowing I am Medicine Woman for all ya’ll

 

Never would of thunk?  Neither did I; so now what?

As we sit on the cusp of the Time of the End

I commune with God, Jesus, Angels and Saints my friends

And although I wish I bring nothing but good news

Your acts, government and beliefs has created something a little blue

Know this or watch this- I am Medicine Woman for all ya’ll

 

None see truly what I see . . . huh, I have to depend on the unseen others to breath

Turn not lightly from my face

For I already have my seat next to Jesus on Judgment Day

I came to earth at your request- see my birthmark, the holy cross, on my neck?

On my forehead nice and red is the seal of God- I’m forever in His hands

Medicine Woman . . . I know, I know!

 

Use to cry a lot wondering why once more I had to suffer this heavy dense

Pushed around, beaten down because of my ‘gifts’

But now in the years of the trinity I see that it was all because I am blessed in deed

So in these last days of solitude before I fully let the world know

I sit selfish and determined to grow and grow

Fore I am Medicine Woman . . . I know, I know!

 

 

Archangel Gabriel, please send words that shine light on the offspring of the watchers of this world as they enjoy their last days before being sent to the dark abyss. 

Has the generational bridge been approved for repair?

There is a special bond between grandparent and grandchild which hasn’t quite been scientifically explained or proven.  But one can’t give a relevant argument that a family without influence of a loving elder can sustain as a concise unit farther than the nucleus.  Maybe our past dependency on each other is just recently starting to be missed and that’s the reason that discussions about this void and how to satisfy it are now starting to come to light. 

 

One of the things that kept Americans forward moving was the strength of family that came with developing and expanding a country.  Wild animals, distance between neighbors, low supply of materials, amount of hands needed to work the land and other challenges of the pre-technological age demanded that we stuck together.  Unfortunately, without these necessities the American family began slipping apart and once the men returned from WWII they brought with them the final nail needed to seal the coffin on true understanding of family.  The switch from functional to dysfunctional seemed to be accepted overnight and any resistance was pinched with compound injuries of the civil and women rights movements, Vietnam War, presidential blunders and government assistance with rules that destroyed more than it built.  With so much strife, emotional suppression and upheaval, how could the extended family expect to last 12 rounds?

 

But the dust looks to have settled and before the remaining members of the generation that made it through wars over alienable rights of freedom return to God lets show them that here on Earth just as in Heaven true rebirth can come after death.  I know that there are large obstacles to overcome such as babies having babies, child abuse laws to adapt to, financial greed and misuse, communicative skills and the coming great shift but we can do it. 

 

What about building that quarter or half a million dollar home with grandma or grandpa in mind?  We can cut back on cost of childcare and make certain that children are raise by a family instead of an institution.  I know that our seniors are busy with there own life but is the ultimate development of a society that one will return too more important than taking a turn at an illusion of freedom- and not in the healthy sense.  Don’t have the resources to buy a home of such expense then more the reason to create an independent space for grandma and grandpa that’s near. 

 

I’m human and I stand in my truth and integrity so I know having a physically healthy mom or dad living so close is a thought that can make the hairs on your neck stand but with the mental hurdles that they’ve encountered have compassion for them and keep yourself safe with a zone or buffer.  Sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins schedule time to gather outside of the holidays with the intent of healing self and family . . . if we can schedule a date with our spouse and children we can do it with our extended family. 

 

Bottom line; the main tools needed to build a strong generational bridge are communication, honesty, forgiveness and desire.  Looking at my own family I see these tools to be the most effective despite the fact that this holiday season our bridge is incomplete.  We’re working on it though and can respect the fact that our team effort this past year gives reason for a break to be around our loved ones of choice- well, at least I do.  

 

Jesus whisper in our ear the importance of earthly family.