Mother Earth Knows

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Mother Earth Knows

The Shadows are moving across all lands
through the troubled minds of Man.
Energy Vampires stalk the cities.
Ghost Goblins hunt school grounds and woods
seeking the young for their Life-force ‘food’.
People act as if in spell-
hearing screams as if all’s well.
Security slowly smothers Freedoms.
Billions fight for Poverty’s crumbs.
Death and Destruction lust for War.
Intellect kills Conscience and defends
Ego, the I, as it ascends.
Like the ‘Twisted Cross’ before,
the ‘Big Eye’ gains power more and more,
leading us to the Deadliest War.
Dark Forces grow through Fear and Hate
waiting to strike and dominate.
So many Bright Lights go dim- go out.
Even the Faithful begin to doubt
Wisdom and Love will win in the end.
How did this Insanity all begin?
Who set the Agenda? What is their name?
Who plays Life and Death chess games
for their own profit and gain?
The Hollow Ones- that is their name.
They serve the Shadows for wealth and fame
like so many kings of old
who darkened their Souls for love of gold.
Power corrupted feasts on Fear and Blood
where Courage, Integrity, and Honour once stood.
Pray these Lost Ones return to the Light
where all Life is sacred in God’s holy sight.
Pray we break this spell and Goodness grows,
for our World is in danger. Mother Earth knows.

(May 12, 2018- Shelley Wilson)

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

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In the School Yard (2018)

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In The School Yard (2018)

The children are playing ‘Sacrifice’.
‘Sacrifice her! Sacrifice him! Sacrifice me!’
they shout and laugh with glee,
then scream and scream and scream.
It hurts my ears. It hurts my heart. It hurts my mind.
Their innocence is turned to horror
as in adult games of abuse and war
that feed dark beings their energy-
violent and insatiable feasts of ‘Sacrifice’.
This is the history of all Earth’s people.
The children are learning to be ‘Sheep-le’.
Will this ever end? I pray and wonder.
Their teachers are silent. I listen and ponder
as children scream and scream and scream.
It hurts my ears. It hurts my heart. It hurts my mind.
Must I just learn to be deaf and dumb and blind?

Shelley Wilson- April 25, 2018)

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

Seeing

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Seeing

Some see with their mind.
Some see with their heart.
Some see with their eyes only.
As a humble and spiritually immature Human, I can see how even Ancient Sentient Species (both on and off planet) can be highly intelligent, psychically developed, technologically advanced, and yet, most importantly, spiritually immature.
Exploitation, deception, aggression, oppression, indifference to suffering, suppression of truths, sense of superiority, greed, intentional harm, and all abuses of power are clear indicators of spiritual immaturity demonstrated in varying degrees here and elsewhere. Think about it.
May we Sentient Beings now choose to ‘grow up’ in awareness and actually see that there is only One Spirit (God of many ‘Names’, Prime Creator, Source Energy Consciousness, Life) exploring and experiencing Itself through the Many Life-forms of every Dimension always. Understanding this essentially inseparable Oneness, would be a ‘great leap’ and ‘significant shift’ advancing our Evolution on so many levels and in so many ways. That is, ‘Life more abundant’ everywhere.

(March 18, 2018- Shelley Wilson)

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

A Work In Progress (Revised)

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A Work In Progress (Revised)

I pick up this stitched art
begun when I was so young.
Before I’m gone I’ll pass along
its message to the heart.

A tree, an undying tree
rises up from the sea.
Rooted in Earth’s ‘great deep’,
it’s growing leaves in Heaven.

I am that undying tree,
a Life lost in ‘the deep’
now risen to Life anew.
You ask, “Can this be true?”

You ask, “How can this be?
We lost you to the sea.
Loved ones mourn and weep
those taken in ‘Death’s Sleep’.”

I say, “Weep but do not fear.
Our Life does not end here.
Life transforms. It cannot die.
It’s all Divine and that’s the ‘Why’.
Energy transforms. It cannot die.”

Heaven is Home. We can stay Home,
nevermore wishing to roam,
or we can choose to explore
both the ‘After’ and the ‘Before’.
Why does this seem so strange?
Bodies and Beliefs and Stories change.
It’s all a wondrous Energy Exchange.

Like seed to flower to fruit,
each different yet the same-
like babe to youth to aged,
each different yet the same-
Life’s forms will ever change.
Why does a new Life’s form seem strange?

Your body is like the clothes you wear,
revealing neglect or showing care.
You take them off. You put them on.
You wear some short. You wear some long.

Life’s Mystery unfolds each day,
transforming Life in every way.
Your Life is Life, is Energy-
God’s own Beloved, dear Mystery,
creating, evolving, and ever free
to experience all that you can be.

Life Itself is a Process Divine,
a Micro-Macro Process Sublime,
using the tools of Space and Time.
In this creating and evolving Process
we are simply ‘A Work In Progress”.

A few stitches more before I’m done
my perfect imperfection.
With Love I’ll give this art my best
before I’m quietly laid to rest.

(Shelley A. Wilson- August 26, 2012
and revised February 23, 2018 and …?)

(Yes, I do foresee more poems in ‘me’
for other Lives’ artful stitchery.)

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley