Month: June 2021

Maybe

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Maybe

I’ve never been a Peasant starving

then dying in the streets.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Prostitute

selling tricks and treats.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Prisoner,

a rebel in defeat.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a fearsome Pirate

stealing as I please.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a warrior Soldier

killing on command.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Sovereign reigning

in a distant land.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a hero Saviour

setting others free.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a martyr Saint

nor aspiring to be.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’m just who I am now

and how I wish to be,

maybe growing wiser,

following my bliss…

(June 29, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

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Child’s Play 2

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Paint. Cut. Paste. Well it’s comfortably cooler here this morning. The clear matte coating on my fun art is drying a bit slower. Fine by me!
This is a the same piece in the shade on our balcony this morning. Lighting is truly important in the arts, even child-like art like mine. The textures don’t show up but that’s okay. Acrylics on watercolour paper with beach glass on canvas.

Playing It Cool

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Taking my mind off the heatwave by playing with art, I created this piece I call Child’s Play. It’s a simple process of Paint, Cut, Paste. Acrylics on watercolour paper with beach glass all on a canvas board with a matte coating.
The colours look more blue here on our balcony in the morning shade and the details of colours with texture are less apparent. I like it when art changes with lighting. I feel like having a glass of water when I look at this piece on another day of our heatwave. June 28, 2021

Converging Diverging Timelines

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Converging Diverging Timelines

In this moment…

I stand on this shore

searching the lonely waves

and clouds passing by,

looking for answers

and wondering why…

In this moment…

we stand together

on this wave-kissed shore

as ‘I love you’ echoes

in the ocean winds

from a time before…

In this moment…

we hold each other

on this timeless shore,

feeling waves of love

as ever changing clouds

sail silently above…

In this moment…

I stand alone on shore,

feeling something missing

somehow- all the while

watching you, a stranger,

passing with a smile…

In this moment…

you stand on this shore

searching the lonely waves

and clouds passing by,

looking for answers

and wondering why…

(June 26, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

Walking In A Mist

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Walking In A Mist

We are walking in a Mist,

not seeing, not knowing,

not truly understanding

what is really happening here

in the sky above us,

in earth and water below our feet.

So much is hidden from us.

Earth’s lost in Secrets and Lies.

As I walk, I wonder…

What happened to ‘him’-

the Future Descendant of Humans and Greys-

the one who travelled Light Years back

through the Mysteries of Space-Time

to warn us of a War to come,

hoping to change our savage, selfish ways

in these most dangerous decades and days.

Incapable of understanding,

hypocrite believers of The Way of Love,

Love taught by an Ancient Christ,

they interrogated and tortured

this one they feared and despised,

this one who came from a Future

when Humans are not here,

this selfless one who returned

with a message to save us all.

He knew they would not let him go.

His Revelations left behind,

he must have died, I guess.

We are walking in a Mist.

We cannot see the Darker Fog of War

on this threatened Timeline- Horizon,

the Horrors of Deadlier Weapons,

the Nightmares of Nuclear Radiation,

the World dying through Starvation,

Disease and Global Oppression,

all Rights and Freedoms lost

in the Storms of Annihilation…

Are our Hearts polluted by Misinformation?

Will our Minds be lost in Confusion’s Mists?

I pray it will not be so.

I pray we’ll change, evolve and grow

seeing through Mists and Mysteries to know

All Life is ever One. All One.

I pray it’s not too late

to change our self-created Fate

of which we’ve been informed,

of which we have been warned

in so many times and ways.

We are walking in a Mist,

not seeing, not understanding

what is really happening here.

June 24, 2021

Shelley Wilson

Miracles of Love

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Miracle of love or made up story?

I was passing a house on my walk the other day when I saw a lady pruning her profusely blossoming rosebush. I’d never seen roses of this ‘dusty rose’ colour before. It took my breath away.

She invited me to take a closer look. By this magnificent display, she told me it was a ‘David Austen’ shrub called ‘Royal Jubilee’, now measuring 11 feet high and 19 feet wide.

This shrub was so productive, she claimed to have counted the flowers she had cut from it last year. She asked me to guess the number. I joked that it felt like I was at an auction as the numbers I guessed went up and up. It ended at 1,981 roses.

She said this shrub was planted 4 years ago and was only supposed to grow a mere 4 feet high.

In our conversation, she told me she was from a Mennonite family of several generations and taught from childhood never to boast. She also revealed that she often talks to this rosebush she loves so much and sometimes even kisses the roses when near.

She’d written a letter to the David Austen society in the UK but had sent no photos as she doesn’t own a cellphone to take pictures. She’d received a polite ‘sometimes it happens’ reply.

Her eyes lit up as I left saying ‘It’s the power of love.’

Next is a photo of my two vintage photos 1977.

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1977

On the right, I’m pregnant with our first child, Alissa (later Big Sister to our second child Aaron). Behind is one of the welding sculptures I created called ‘The North Wind’.

To the left is a photo I must call ‘Miracles of Love’.

First is our miracle daughter, Baby Sweet Alissa, born 2 pounds 9 ounces. She wasn’t expected to live and thrive.

On both sides of her are two ‘protective’ ‘Mother of Millions’ plants I grew from two tiny offshoots I was given by my elderly friend and spiritual teacher Sarah (whose given name was Alice but she was known by everyone as Sarah. She identified with Sarah of the Old Testament. I identified with Hagar.)

I loved these Mothers of Millions plants. They grew together in separate pots, evenly, without any kind of support, from the floor to the ceiling and then proceeded to grow along the ceiling a few feet, both the same length. (They had to go when our toddler began to explore and taste everything.)

The floor statue, made of almost ‘petrified’ birch wood was carved by my husband. I made the steely metal bird welding sculpture.

Oh, yes, I believe the other plant in both photos is called ‘Mother In Law’s Tongue. It grew well too.

June 17, 2021- Shelley Wilson

Life

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Life

Multiverse and Universe,

Invisible Dimensions…

Life is Everywhere

AS and IN Everything,

AS and IN Everything.

The Creator IS the Creation…

Creations creating and evolving,

aware or not, the Divine Nature

AS and IN Everything,

AS and IN Everything.

Some Beings see God AS Father,

some AS Mother too,

telling them how to be,

telling them what to do.

Some see their Source AS Energy,

AS Process and First Cause

of Forms and Universal Laws,

Life, the Whole and Sum,

Life, the Whole and Sum.

Intelligence bright and filtered

shines through Every One,

shines through Every Thing,

creating and recreating Itself

AS, IN, Forms and Formless States

always, all ways, ever One,

always, all ways, ever One.

June 15, 2021- Shelley Wilson