Past and Future



Past and Future

(Imagine-  my digital music composition)


Once we lived on…

Long before Mars became a cosmic relic

of terror and ancient wars,

we lived and loved upon its soil.

Too long ago to remember…

except our pale blue skin…and

we explored the heavens then…

Earth’s half-hidden history, an aeons old

blue and white mystery…

Pale blue Kristna, royal ‘blue bloods’,

ancient gods in flying ‘vimana’,

pyramids, monoliths, sacred circles,

‘chariots’ and ‘wheels’ of ‘fire’,

guiding white ‘clouds’ by day,

‘pillars’ of light by night…

call these ‘fact’ or ‘fiction’…

Jet streams, space vehicles, satellites,

computers and instant global messaging

From deadly electromagnetic arks

to hidden microphone speakers,

“there’s nothing new under the Sun.”

Holograph angels and angels of flesh

visit Earth with patient agendas

birthing old world religions, and new world

sciences and ‘miraculous’ technologies…

Now everyone can have a ‘burning bush’,

and watch the Universe unfold,

Microcosm and Macrocosm…

We’re all Life’s spirit and evolving flesh.

Exploring and co-creating this planet,

we may yet live on others.

Perhaps even our once loved planet, Mars.

January 26, 2008



Fact or Fiction

Fact or Fiction

Gone are my glorious feathers,

my terraced gardens, my treasures of gold…

The Neza…hual…coyo(c)tl, I was,

like the god-king Pharaohs of old…

Gone are the ‘Feathered Serpents’,

Feathered Wisdom, Divine Right…

We have outgrown these Myths of Power,

this Day of computers, distant Space flight…

I stood in a Museum, perhaps in ‘72 or ‘73,

writing ‘flower poems’ of love in my head…

Shocked, I saw my ‘Flower Poems’,

my‘Victory Songs’ of an Aztec War I read!!…

There was my ‘Book of Life’ open before me,

one chapter, the Neza…hual…coyo(c)tl, there!

My poems and stories are tracks through time.

Call it ‘fact’ or ‘fiction’, I really don’t care……….

January 26, 2008

shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’

Photos Not Taken

January, 2008

Kirkland Lake, Ontario, Canada

Dear Cindy,

Here’s a copy of notes I’ve made to add to our ‘Souvenir’ collections for our trip to Egypt in August 2007. Our opportunities in Life often come about in such interesting ways! Who would have guessed that taking Beginner Bellydance classes would have led to our journey back, so far back, to another land we dearly love.

Photos Not Taken

Cindy, my friend, do you remember all those great photos not taken

when Egypt called for our return?

You heard in the silence the mystics there chanting

“The Queens are coming! The Queens are coming!”

How you cried as we descended from the sky,

modern tourists in magical flying machines…

Our walk just naturally changed in an instant feet touched upon

gold and turquoise memories…

Gone were our greatly humbled lives in the West.

We were time-travelers reborn, two Nubian/Egyptian Queens,

daring Hatshepsut and beautiful Nefertiti.

Our small Canadian tour group kept a hectic pace

but my silver-nailed feet and yours insisted we walk

in a leisurely ‘royal stroll’ at the end of every ‘procession’.

Our ‘King Tut’, humble Wael, often joined us there,

a bridge between converging worlds.

I called him ‘the third living key’. He chuckled.

Our ‘bodyguard’ Pharis also walked behind us,

hands clasped loosely behind his back, yet ever ready,

as when I was the gentle Lady Wu and he, my bodyguard.

You knew him also, boys in Tibet, a Buddhist Monastery…

He would have gladly died for you too.

How strange that a college bellydance class led to this…

Glorious Egypt, the Sacred Nile, those we once knew…

You remembered the ‘trance dance’ and I, too, was a ‘god’s wife’

dancing through rituals, mythological enactments, offerings

of flowers, fruit, grains, and seed of Egypt…

You recalled the death rites as priestess, shaven heads,

and another life dancing ‘only for gold’.

I was a struggling artisan, noble daughter, lowly slave…

Our bones are scattered everywhere in Egypt!

Of course, we could both be wrong. I think ‘not’.

We carry these memories buried deep within us

yet, somehow they rise to the surface now and then.

So there we were back again in our beloved Egypt,

daring Hatshepsut and beautiful Nefertiti…

“How the mighty have fallen!” haha

Two ancient Queens carrying their own burdens,

luggage, and water, and digital cameras.

We left all our riches and ‘mummy’ wraps behind.

“No, I’m sorry, you can’t take it with you!!”

How we laughed, heads wisely bowed in a royal tomb.

You recalled the wooden Hieroglyph ‘Stamps’

for perfect creations on walls and columns, stamped hieroglyphs

used to imprint our messages to the future.

Who would have thought our Valleys of the Dead

would bring curious tourists from every land?!

Remember the Cairo Museum, Tut’s treasure room,

where we moved in slow lines weeping uncontrollably

as in a funeral procession missed just by a few centuries…

In those glass- barriered display cases there you saw

some of your adornments added to his.

You wept as if it was all happening now,

and I wept in great sympathy for your loss…

your beloved step-son, the child of your heart.

Then remember my utter amazement,

seeing my desert-glass scarab necklace there!

So they didn’t bury it all, … my own treasures!!

Was this evidence of old priestly plunders?

How many generations wore my ‘crown jewels’?

I wondered through emotion-storm tears.

Just where are all my treasures?

Then seeing Tut’s ‘work of art’ chariots

we laughed again through our tears…

You said, “That one was mine !”

You gave it as a gift to him, a prized possession,

like a modern teen’s first car…

You said he died from injuries of a hunting accident.

All that he might have done was left undone…

All the glories that might have been…

So many times we heard “The Ancients are here.”

“She had many lives in China too,” one said,

and I humbly bowed my head.

Then we ventured down the hall to Hatshepsut’s ‘space’,

where I tuned out the tour-guide’s recitation,

and the sounds of numerous voices and languages,

to stand and observe in my soul’s inner silence.

I saw my daughter now, Alissa, and the man I once loved…

My heart grew tender, lotus fragrance filled the air…

Suddenly, I laughed, so amused by the ‘Great Audacity’,

the Nubian/Egyptian woman who dared become Pharaoh.

There, too, do you recall our great surprise

seeing in the nearby statue of Thutmosis,

my own brother, Don, in his youth?!!

How he loved to hunt, even as he does now.

What a day for tears and laughter!!!

Remember, too, the Cruise on the Sacred Nile,

the little ‘here and now gifts’ I thought of in Canada,

small, fleeting offerings sent into the stream of life one night…

Little, meaningful tokens and a lock of our hair…

Our bodies are now ‘here’ and part of us rests ‘there’…

How many times have we done that before?

So many lives lived near that river’s shore!

We saw how the sand has claimed so much land…

Remember the day ascending my Splendour of Splendours?

It was created after my visit to ‘The Holy Land’, the Land of ‘Punt’.

My architects and artists also went with me, no ‘photos’ taken

of all that was said and done. How little today’s people know of our trading ships,

our expeditions, the extent of our many alliances.

Our times and histories are a jumbled mess of puzzling mysteries,

desecrated by so many agendas!!

I was Queen of Saba, trading port, and so much more,

Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt, Nubia, Ethiopia,

and modern Somalia… this was my domain.

Like you, I led campaigns to keep the tributes flowing.

My expedition to Punt first headed south along the coast

to gather all manner of gifts from trading ports.

Then, laden with trade, we headed north, by sea, then by land

all the way to ‘The Holy Land’.

I had heard of the wisdom of Solomon, his wealth,

his political alliances, his trading partnerships.

The ships of Hiram of Tyre also came to my coasts.

We went to Punt to enrich Egypt,

to gain a key alliance in the world of my day.

We showed Solomon a glimpse of our glory.

What unfolded united our ancient nations

in ways that often made me smile.

We wrote Love Songs to each other

as Egypt lingered, on holiday, for a while.

Little wonder later generations would hide the truth

of all that once was political wisdom of Solomon and Sheba’s day.

My heart burst open and I wept for joy

ascending the central stairs with you, my friend,

our feet finding harmony on the ‘royal steps’.

The architecture of the Splendour of Splendours was

my trading expedition’s lasting ‘Souvenir’!

Remember us sitting with our tour group in the Bazaar?

The old woman selling jasmine flowers appeared.

She looked at you with eyes shining genuine wonder.

In motherly tenderness she touched and held your face,

gave you all her jasmine flowers freely, and turned to walk away.

A costly gesture for the poor, this wise, old custom.

I gave her grateful money in ‘free trade’ for flowers.

There was such joy in the eyes of that Flower Lady!

You felt sure she’d been your mother once,

and we felt bonded in our love of flowers,

their beauty and soul-stirring fragrance…

Like Egypt of Yesterday and Egypt of Today,

she gloried in your gift of Beauty flowering,

and like old Egypt, I helped enrich her in my own small way.

So many wonderful memories there,

so many pictures to share,

so many photos not taken!!!


your time-travel friend,

Ariel (Shelley)

shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’




Some see Snow as shovels, as pains,

as loss, as accidents just waiting…

Some see Snow as fashions, as gains,

as sports, exercise, carefree playing…

Every Snowflake laughs with pure delight

at the wonder of its being.

Every Snowcrystal in its aerial flight

challenges our unseeing.

These Messengers of Divine Design

descend from birthing clouds to Earth,

Treasures scattered on sacred ground,

Miracle Jewels of angelic worth.

Quietly, humbly, cheerfully, gratefully,

Snowflakes lovingly gather to unite,


white, the uniting of every colour’s beauty.

In Oneness, Snowflakes sparkle with Light

through the clarity of their transparency,

and in their glorious starry patterns,

Life Itself declares Its unity in diversity.

January 21, 2008

shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’

World Scriptures

World Scriptures

How enlightening it is to actually read

the Scriptural Legacies of the Past,

focused and partial historical records,

tribal histories, family connections,

leaders and lambs and cows and camels,

fearless angels and fearsome demons,

these World Scriptures have it all…

Here cultural messages abide

with ruling commands and admonitions,

‘heroes’ empowered, ‘ungodly’ defeated,

or ‘heroes’ cursed, ‘villains’ blessed,

depending on where one stands

to view the history of Ancient Man…

Scriptures are wondrously complex

and intriguing works of religious ‘art’,

inspiring poetry, songs, and prayers,

guiding dreams, and inner visions,

ritual practices, and mysticisms…

Here we’re told of prophetic ‘previews’

and warnings heeded or not,

of revelations, confirmations, justifications,

aggressions, wars, and insane genocide…

The deadly game of seek and hide,

persecutions and executions,

tortures creating martyrs and saints,

grief creating brainwashed killers

hostaging Freedoms of Belief…

Behind veils of cloaking symbols,

both concealing and revealing,

walk Ancient Wisdoms, Ancient Traditions,

Ancient Thought personified…

In mists of Ancient Mysteries

secret signs quietly exchanged

with whispered Initiation passwords

(secret word and number codes)

defy curious interpretations

or bury under erring translations…

Hidden meanings often hide

in Scriptural Poetry’s layered language—

metaphors, allegories, analogies, ‘et al’…

Here, too, fantastic fables, ancient fairytales,

campfire stories of ghostly glories

portrayed in convincing theatrical solemnity

fire the kindled imaginations

of our slow/fast evolving Humanity…

Creation and Dissolution Myths still hold

weight of unyielding gravity and serious conviction

as Life continues to create and dissolve

Worlds, Galaxies, and Universes we now see.

Even as we break the bonds of Earth,

humans still persecute or kill for unbelief,

aggression’s ever-insatiable greed,

endless feuds of revenging hate,

addictions to armed terror and fear-based power…

Whirlwinds of blood-lust violence, they are,

in madness claiming their ‘love of God’…

This is Not Love, nor ever was!!!

In the light of Today we must ask ourselves,

What are the Values in these valued Scrolls and Books?

What are their Spiritual Legacies—-

Separation and Supremacy or Unity in Diversity?

We need not judge, just merely observe,

for when all is said and done,

God’s Great Truth is ‘We’re all one!’

January 20, 2008

shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’ Note re: ‘fantastic fables…’

Moses Maimonedes, a famous Rabbi, Jewish theologian and

historian, Talmudist, philosopher, and physician once wrote:

“Every time that you find in our books a tale the reality of which

seems impossible, a story which is repugnant ro both reason

and common sense, then be sure that the tale contains a profound allegory veiling a deeply mysterious truth; and the greater the absurdity of the letter, the deeper the wisdom of the spirit.”


Genesis tells us of the passage of three days and nights and the appearance of vegetation on earth before the creation of the sun

(the greater light to rule the day), and the moon (the lesser light

to rule the night), and that all the stars in the firmament were made

to give light upon the earth.

Example: a man called Joshua made the sun and moon stand still

Example: a man called Noah, and his little family, gathered two of every living thing upon the whole earth into a small ark

These things were written, not to confuse and stifle intellectual

questioning and intelligent reasoning, but to challenge us to think more deeply and spiritually as we evolve in understanding and


Every World Scripture employs symbolic meanings.

Love is the Highest Wisdom.

Oneness is our Source and Destiny.


The Jesus I Love

The Jesus I Love

The Jesus I love

doesn’t condemn us from ‘above’,

doesn’t dictate what to think or say,

doesn’t claim to be the ‘only’ way

to God’s Unconditional Love.

This is the Jesus of Grace.

The Jesus I love

‘does no harm’ to anyone,

doesn’t kill for ‘unbelief’,

heals, and comforts those in grief,

teaches ‘the Father’ and we are one.

This is the Jesus of Love.

Shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’

January 14, 2008




LOVE is the Quantum Mystery,


the Creator Creating Creation,


the Source and Substance of you and me.


We are dancing universes,


visible-invisible frequencies,


sub-atomic particles and waves,


appearing-disappearing mysteries,


mystical sounds, spectrums of light.


We are the Bliss of God’s Love-Energy,


LIFE incarnate in countless forms


choosing to be or not to be


known and observable to sight.


Dare believe it or believe it not.


We are the field of Unity!


(((We are the Quantum Mystery!!!)))


shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’

January 13, 2008

Time Travelers (original)

Time Travelers
Subject: computer photo of our travels
Attached, old friend,
a photo of you and I
traveling Time together
again before we die.
I captioned here:
Sinai shore, Red Sea…
A treasure chest
of ancient memories.
Looked to the horizon.
Saw the ships pass by.
Centuries deleted.
Answers to a ‘why?’.
Me, a fierce pirate!!!
Remember when
I captured you,
witch-doctor then?!!
African healer,
you served my crew.
Travel companions
through other lives too.
These New Versions
of who we now are
light years ahead
and better by far!!!
Update the Profiles.
Post to the Blog.
Scan Death’s Horizon.
Add to Life’s ‘Log”.
Shelley Wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
January 12, 2008

Time Travelers

Time Travelers
Subject: computer photo of our travels
Attached, old friend,
a photo of you and I
100_0392Cindy's pics 161Cindy's pics 2 060traveling Time together
again before we die.
I captioned here:
Sinai shore, Red Sea…
A treasure chest
of ancient memories.
Looked to the horizon.
Saw the ships pass by.
Centuries deleted.
Answers to a ‘why?’
Me, a fierce pirate!!!
Remember when
I captured you,
witch-doctor then?!!
African healer,
you served my crew.
Travel companions
through other lives too.
These New Versions
of who we now are
light years ahead
and better by far!!!
Update the Profiles.
Post to the Blog.
Scan Death’s Horizon.
Add to Life’s ‘Log’.
Shelley Wilson—‘ariel’shelley’
January 12, 2008