Moving Forward

This poem is the latest addition to my book Heart Mined that I’ve been writing for about 55 years with editing to follow in the next 55.

The Passion of the Sun

Jesus enacted the passion of the Sun,

the Golden King of our Sky

who rules our Heavens and Earth

and all that orbits nearby

dead or alive through its mighty Power,

its selfless sacrifice of free and freeing Energy.

Jesus, Melchizedek, King of Jeru-Salem (City of Peace),

that Prince and King of Peace returned once more

with the Light of True Peace to show a way

like the Sun and Son who shone before

amidst the Suns and Sons of God of yore-

ourselves to Love Life’s Spirit, Life Itself to adore.

The light and heat of the Sun, the Son,

is the passion, the essence of every Soul-

Life Itself, the One in the heart of Every One,

Life’s Free Energy of Suns and Sons,

Freedom’s Peace, Life’s Spirit in Everyone.

This is the passion of the Son.

This is the passion of the Sun.

(November 24, 2020-

Shelley Wilson)

That War and Others

We are a primitive species continually fighting wars on our precious, little planet.

This is Canada’s Remembrance Day 2020. This morning I remembered a poem written by a Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae in May 1915 after the death of a friend. My Grandmother wrote it in her autograph book in 1919. She had served as a volunteer in a hospital for wounded soldiers in Leeds where she met my Grandfather.

We easily forget the horrors of war and are led like sheep to slaughter over and over again. Those not killed carry the memories and cellular memories through their descendants.

Everyone believes they have ‘just cause’ in every war. Those beings who choose to not go to the Light feast on the energy of fear and the suffering of the living. They are the unseen influences that prey on our species in scripturally described feasts of wrath, blood and revenge.

The inevitable result of wars is that those who arm one or both sides or all sides become richer and more powerful. Sometimes one elite simply replaces another as in all revolutions. Then history shows us that corruption thrives once again with those in power.

The chess board of war games has been played far too long. It’s time to value Life and stop this primitive behaviour as we evolve.

In Flanders Fields

Two More

These are the last two reversible dining scarves I designed from scraps of material I bought recently. They’re so simple that I didn’t even need to create a pattern first. Just fun cut and sew projects. I’ve decided these are Christmas gifts from me to me so I’ll have to act surprised when I unwrap them. 😂🤣

Dining Scarves

I designed these 4 reversible dining scarves from scraps of this beautiful material that I found packaged for sale in little freezer bags recently. There was no plan as to what to do with them at the time. It came to me to make dining scarves with these pieces of material that had called to me from the store shelf. Both my children had lives as samurai. With no pattern, I just cut then machine and hand sewed them into ‘diy’ Christmas gifts. One of the precious gifts my parents and grandparents gave me growing up was Resourcefulness. I’ve used that gift repeatedly throughout my life and it has served me well.

Now I only hope they dare to wear them at their dining tables. lol! 🤣😂💕

Alone Yet Never Alone

Divine Beloved, thank You for waking me

from the deep sleep of night

to what is hidden from my sight-

rains tapping on window panes,

winds swiftly sweeping through trees

with stirring symphonies of leaves

that fill me with delight.

Eyes closed, I hear the sacred sounds

of Your manifest Nature

and the sound of Your Silence within.

Alone, yet never alone,

I am ever in Your Presence.

I feel and see and hear You everywhere.

You are all that is, the Only One,

Source and Essence of everything.

Thank You, Divine Beloved,

for helping me to clearly see

beyond my Human sight-

our Multiverse is One.

Awake or asleep in our Dream Worlds,

we are all ever and always One.

(November 5, 2020-

Shelley Wilson)

Dog In A Garden

Dog In A Garden

We rarely weep the passing

of the ‘powers that be’

into our World’s history

but you won our hearts,

a Dog in a Garden Show-

a canine personality,

a character with dignity

and aura of nobility…

Nigel, when you passed

many a tear did flow.

( a poem from Canada-

November, 2020-

Shelley Wilson)

My daughter and I have a little balcony garden but we garden ‘vicariously’ with the British Gardening Show on YouTube as well. Nigel was a Dog Star. Still is.