Lady
Flic

We have all been mothers

we have all traversed lifetimes

of deep wretchedness

and transcendent joy

and we give birth

to ourselves

every day

We have all been fathers

we have all conquered kingdoms

wielding weapons

of iron and steel

now we battle

our own shadows

every day

We have all been sisters

burned alive for healing

and merely understanding

Nature

now we take

synthetic potions

every day

We have all been brothers

sharing ancient mysteries

in the hallowed halls

of history

now we ask AI

for guidance

every day

But...

we give birth

to ourselves

every day

Every day

is an opportunity

to not be defined

by our history

our karma

our identity

there is a spark

inside our own being

that is asking

to be seen

to be remembered

through the haze

of information

and atrophy

of imagination

there is clarity

in recognition

of the illusion

of separation

You always

only

have

today.

THE BEGINNING.

Your identity

is merely

an ever changing

aspect of you

What

are

you?

Can you detach from the titles and just be ...you?

What is your highest expression, without a label?

What are you, really?

Are you light

and water

and plasma

and carbon?

What are we?

The stuff

of the Universe

vibrating

at a certain

frequency?

Flowing

colliding

harmonically

inscribing

every musical note

written

with inspired precision

in the key

of your life

questioning every

cell

in

every moment

what truly lights you up?

Your body is

an instrument

for you to harmonise

Tune the

discordant melodies

Breath

Movement

Intention

powerful tools

for the most dissonant of maladies

I AM a woman

that is all

creative

energetic

incarnation

I AM the same

and equal to you

and I AM unique

there will only

ever be

one of me

I embrace my divinity

I embrace my individuality

i embrace my oddity

i embrace my nonconformity

i embrace my singularity

Despite the persistent entreaties of society

how about you

Can’t you see

You forgot

your own divinity

It’s time to wake up now

Neo

You planted the seed

in your heart

long ago

This is the moment

the unfurling

revealing

the matrix within

and without

The great illusion

of millennia

exposed like The Wiz

for what he truly is

A black magician

who cannot create

only replicate

His goal

ultimate control

over your mind

body and soul

But I’ll tell you this

for free

It’s always been you

who holds the key

the potentiality

the power

and the force

to break the shackles

of disconnection

from Source

It’s time to move on

from heavy melancholy

to collective heart coherence

a universal intelligence

not of mind

but of immense

love

and joy

From perpetual poison

to Nature connection

Reactive explosion

to calm and compassion

Irrational othering

to soul recognition

There is a golden frequency

running through

every being

rock and tree

Separation is a myth

union is the key

The heartbeat

of the Earth

the lifeblood

the true currency

a live pulsing record

through time and space

of every precious moment

future past and present

all existing in the now

Beautiful and silent

Can you hear the signal

can you tune in

move the dial

just a smidgen

from your regularly

scheduled program?

Thank you for reading

this offering

just a little something

for your elevation

and contemplation

See you in the golden frequency

THE BEGINNING.

Let not your creativity

become synthetic

formulaic

a masterpiece of nothingness

praised by the masses

Let not your originality

become diluted

indistinguishable

squeezed of all divine essence

for public consumption

Let not your soul

be sacrificed

on the altar

of generic approval

Why do you create?

Do you want to be great

or

known as great?

It’s just ..

a question

Can you bloom

and exalt

in the becoming

without thinking

of the accolade?

Can you tap in

to the quintessential dreamer

within

without needing

a reason?

‘But I’m not creative!’

Wrong.

To create is innate

to the human state

Take the time

tune out the noise

and listen

your answer

already lies within

The death of creation = the death of humanity

Now go, create something

Your life (force) depends on it.

Beware the spirit looters

the egregores of moral righteousness

masquerading as the public good

reason

no longer

in season

It’s a jungle out there

they are E V E R Y W H E R E

officially appointed experts

like extras in a

demoralizing comedy sketch

Enter stage left

“look up to me” and

“Be sure to finish your mac n cheese”

Consider the media

juggernaut required

to sell the latest

ethical imperative

to degrade common sense

into rarity

to invert human nature

into algorithm

to peddle poison

as a cure

and love

as a poison

Yet your soul senses

fuckery

How many need

to be exposed

and disgraced

before you cease

to donate

your precious currency

to the poisonous tree

It’s past time

to get real

cut the cords of attachment

to those that merely steal

your life force

and your joy

your presence

and your dream

You know who I mean

did I say beware?

I meant be aware

Never in fear

99.9 percent

is in your mind

I present

to you

the present

moment

Are you in danger? No?

So why live in fear?

Life is beautiful

When you switch off

and tune in

to your own Self

Sit with the mystery

and see what arises

Your own connection

may be full of surprises

Nature is listening

without judgement

eternally changing

as she does

So why do you judge yourself?

Aren’t you a part of Nature ..?

You are a divine part

of the eternal mystery

Maybe erased from

the dictionary

definition

but

one cannot change

WHAT IS

Nature strives

for self preservation

But man can choose

to be his own annihilation

this paradox

has been managed

manipulated

over eons

exploited

by black magicians of old

by tricksters

and social engineers

of now

Are you man enough

to acknowledge your own role

in this current state of affairs?

Can you see past the extreme programming

of guilt, shame, division and fear?

The connection is slowly

reforging

and there is gold

to be found

in every moment

of remembering

every stab of pain

every ache of sadness

every flowering of joy

every flash of recognition

every glimmer of truth.

THE BEGINNING.

The existence

your Soul chose

this time around

is surely

a strange

and intriguing one

The more one asks

radically basic questions

without self judgement ..

Who am I?

What is this place?

Why am I here?

Why do these patterns repeat?

To whom do those voices in my head belong?

How am I feeding the matrix?

How am I controlled?

Who do I answer to?

To name but a few ..

the more layers

we peel away

in stillness

and brutal sincerity

are consistently revealing

that we were always free.

I surround myself with beautiful things,

beautiful people

beautiful words

beautiful thoughts

I surrender to uncertainty

tiptoeing the tightrope between black and white

welcoming nuance in all things

understanding that truth, in this fractal universe of images and mirrors

is simultaneously impossible to isolate, and nonetheless always present

and therein lies the freedom, the peace.

Can you welcome the discomfort, the tension of this dichotomy?

Can you hold it in your body?

Can you witness a world collapsing from the inside out and still be a holder of peace?

Can you cultivate the energy to fix all the woes of the world,

without healing the child inside of you that was neglected long ago?

DEEP

HEALING

IS

NEEDED

It will NEVER manifest collectively

without each of us taking

responsibility

for

our

own

selves

It begins by going within

to acknowledge the parts that have been pushed away, suppressed ..

the answers lie

in the dark side

of your own psyche

If you do not possess the fortitude

to become the observer

to delve into your own psychology ..

you may find yourself being tossed around like a rag doll

at the whim of those some call the elites, the billionaire class

I call them

The Losing Controllers.

THE BEGINNING.

A human

on the path of remembering

is increasingly difficult

to manipulate

A soul

that does not give

its consent

cannot be enslaved

A collective

that recognises reality

is based on belief

might examine their sources more closely

Will you examine yours?

The decrepit

outdated structures

are crumbling

with the lies

groaning

as their scaffolding

Where will you stand when the dust clears?

What are you building

to replace

the forthcoming decay?

Will you accept every offer that is presented to you

as an inevitability,

a convenience,

for the greater good?

Or do you recognise

the words

the spellcasting

the sorcery?

Internal commentary

or parasitic interloper?

What activates you

negatively?

Look there first

Your wounds

are messengers

lighting the way

The journey is never

an external destination

First it leads within

to the shadows

the depths of your psyche

where the answers already

live, breathe, wait

patiently for your attention

You are infinite

and eternal

and so

am I

Here for a short time

to remember

to become as close

to my original blueprint

as possible

before the layers of falsity

did

accumulate

Many are remembering ...