Be Calm

Fear not


and events to come.

Calm your heart.

Calm your mind.

Freedom’s defence

is inner peace,

good will to all,

hearts and minds

loving and kind-

not killing weapons

for fear’s oppressions.

Deep down you know

your power within.

Courage and strength

arise from within.

Seek not to destroy

the ones you call ‘foe’.

Heal your ‘enemy’.

Let your fear go.

Help your body

to align

with values healthy

and benign.

Killing beliefs

must now go.

Calm your heart.

Calm your mind.

Leave the realms

of fear behind

for inner peace

is where you’ll find

powers transcending

space and time.

Calm your heart.

Calm your mind.

Leave all conflicts

far behind

for inner peace

is where you’ll find

freedom and love

that is divine

triumphant Life

through space and time.

Bless all beings.

Bless Life in all

lives self-aware

or not at all,

 creatures great

and creatures small

of this world

or not at all.

Transmit peace

and calm to all

just by being

serene and calm

when Life transforms

the lives of all.

Know Love

as your being,

true nature

and true goal,

the higher agenda

of every Soul.

What tries to block,

destroy, deny,

deceive, disempower

and confuse,

forcing compliance

cannot long stand

where Love is strong.

Free and peaceful,

you will know

what to do

and where to go

when Changes come.

Just stay calm.

Go within. Within.

Remember who

you really are,

not a mindless

tool of war.


rise and fall.

Energies shift.

Powers shift.

Land masses

rise and fall.

Life forms appear

then disappear.

You appear

then disappear.

Life recycles

and goes on.

Life cannot die.

Life carries on.

You cannot die.

You carry on

in other forms,

you carry on.

Calm your heart.

Calm your mind.

leave the realms

of fears behind

for inner peace

is where you’ll find

your life transcending

space and time.

Fear nought.

Be calm. Be calm.

(Shelley Wilson, May 29, 2016)


The Shift


(my digital music composition created through purchase on Catooh/Magix Music Maker- I called it ‘Love Only Love’)(I created this painting in the photo as well:)

We read the News and wonder Why

Humanity is so Impoverished, Desperate,

Oppressed by Fear, Enslaved by Greed,

MOST living without Basic Needs,

while Cultures of Violence spread everywhere.

Our News is ‘Old Stories’, History Repeated, ‘Renewsed’.

Dinosaurs of War STILL Dominate Earth.

Reptilian Gods of Aggression and Deception

with Technologies and Psychologies

STILL Command Human Blood Sacrifice,

feeding Energies of Terror and Pain

to Parasites of this and other Dimensions.

Their Global Agenda: Control the Masses-

Scripting Traditions, World Views, and Tragic Events

to bring themselves Great Wealth and Gain.

POWER OVER is the Name of their Game.

We are Deceived and made Hollow

for Reptile Hearts and Dragon Minds

UNLESS Love is Strong and Hope Remains.

Now Humans Must Learn to Question and Discern.

We Must Adapt, Grow New Senses More Aware,

to Grow in Love and Show we Dare

Be More than Fodder, Feed, and Toys.

Our God is LIFE, with Reverence for Life.

Our God is LOVE, with Respect for Life.

Our God is FREEDOM, liberating Life.

Our God is PEACE, sustaining Life.

Our God is JOY, creating Joy through Life.


We are United in Values of Life’s Worth

as Energies SHIFT to Earth’s Rebirth.


(Shelley Wilson- 09/03/2016)

Names and Numbers


(my digital music composition ‘Fragile Thread’)


How Humanity loves to Name and Count,

Name and Count, Name and Count.

We Name Numbers and Count Names.

From Birth to Death we are Names and Numbers,

Names and Numbers, Names and Numbers.

Without Name and Number, do we Exist?

Did we ever Exist?

We Measure and Weigh our Beingness

through Names and Numerical Scripts.

We see all Life through Lenses of Name and Number.

Everything must have a Name. An I.D.

‘Flora’, ‘Fauna’, the ‘Elements’, ‘God’, et al…

We Multiply Languages. We Multiply Names.

Everything must be Counted and Measured.

Observe. Record. Teach. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat…

Memorize. Computerize. Robotize…

Through Filters of Prejudice we Create and Destroy

using Powers of Numbers and Names.

The Civility of Civilizations is Measured

by Names and Numbers. Tested. Observed.

And so it is with us

and all Species who Name and Count

among the Nameless, Countless Stars.



History As Story-Telling


   my digital music composition ‘The Prejudices of Geography’

How we love our Stories,

Old and New,

even with Facts and Fictions

mingled too-

Histories, Hi Stories,

both False and True.

What to Believe? What Not?

Do we Question? Or Not?

Bright ones Dare. Most do Not.

Our Storytellers know

to Repeat…Repeat…Repeat…

Our Story Writers know

their Power…Power…Power…

How we love our Stories,

Old and New,

even with Facts and Fictions

mingled too-

Histories, Hi Stories,

both False and True.

Not About You

Not About You  (my digital music composition)

Not About You

Not About You

When all is said and done,

‘your life is not about you.’

What effect did you have in the lives of others?

What do you see as you review?

How did you touch the lives of others?

How did you make them feel?

What did you offer to the lives of others?

What do your days reveal?

When all is said and done,

‘your life is not about you.’

(Shelley Wilson/December 2014)

Fragile Thread

Fragile Thread (my digital composition)


Thoughts of you come to mind. I wonder how you are.
We haven’t communicated in so long. Too much time and distance…
I sit by the patio door, now open, with a cup of tea resting on the table by my chair.
I am silent and quietly aware.
A gentle breeze flows in. I know its presence through my chilled skin
and the sight of leaves shivering on the vine and shrubs outside.
Now sunlight informs me of a fragile spider thread. It’s attached to the vine at one end
but no longer connected at the other.
Fascinated, I watch this fragile thread as the breeze lifts and carries it directly to me.
Ah, I see!

short story by

Shelley Wilson
July, 2014


May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley


“You won’t like the taste!” warned the old woman. There was compassion and a hint of laughter in her eyes as her lips formed a wry smile remembering the remedy.
Am I crazy and is she a quack? I thought. Desperate people do desperate things, I mused philosophically.
The chronic pain had become unbearable. Every joy in life had dissolved in that pain. I’d finally seen a Surgeon. Gallbladder removal. A common procedure. Surgery in a few weeks. The office would call with the date and time. I thanked the Doctor, shook his hand and placed my hand over the pain and prayed. God help me!
“Okay” I said to this obviously amused woman offering me a simple solution to the pain. “It’s harmless,” she said quietly. Then her expression swiftly changed.
As she began giving me the instructions, I started to wonder if she had a military background. Do this. Do this. Do this. Did I have to poop on command too? I wondered.
“Okay. Okay. I’m listening,” I said reluctantly.
“This is how you purge gallstones without surgery,” she began again. “Make sure you choose two days with nothing else on the agenda, so get what you’ll need beforehand.”
“You’ll find a pint jar with a lid- as well as a jar big enough to hold three cups of water and four tablespoons of Epsom Salts. Don’t get the Epsom Bath Salts! You’ll have to find the Epsom Salts for internal use. Remember that!”
“You’ll need a bottle of extra light virgin Olive Oil. The good stuff. Don’t be cheap. You’ll also buy two fresh pink Grapefruit. Only fresh will do.”
“Oh yes,” she said with a funny smile, “you’ll probably want either a few slices of lemon or a sweet lollipop to treat your tastebuds.” My mouth soured and I swallowed the thought.
“So, are you willing to give it a go?” she asked in her military voice. The pain replied “Yes!”
“Well then. You start your first day with a no fat breakfast and lunch. No fat!” she commanded.
“Do not eat or drink after 2 p.m. Don’t cheat. This is important!” she stressed.
“Get the Epsom Salts drink ready. Mix four tablespoons with three cups of water in a well cleaned jar. This makes four measured servings of three-quarters of a cup each. Put the jar in the fridge to get cold.”
Well at least she’s talking in measurements and hours I can easily understand! I said in private conversation with myself.
“At precisely 6 p.m. drink one serving of the water and Epsom Salts. You may want to lick that lollipop or lemon slice then,” she said with a chuckle.
Pointing her right index finger to an invisible chalkboard, she read, “the Olive Oil and Grapefruit should be sitting out on the counter for later.”
“At 7 and 8 p.m. quickly drink another three-quarter cup serving. Timing is critical for success, so don’t be more than 10 minutes early or late!” she ordered.
I looked at the invisible chalkboard where this strategic plan was clearly outlined in crisp white chalk. I can do this! I told myself.
“At 9:45 p.m. you’ll pour a measured half-cup of the Olive Oil into the clean pint jar. You’ll squeeze the pink Grapefruit by hand into the measuring cup. Remove the pulp with a fork. You should have at least a half-cup to three-quarters cup of juice. Add this to the Olive Oil. Close the jar lid tightly and shake hard until it all becomes watery. Only fresh Grapefruit juice will do this,” she noted.
Yuck! I said to myself, feeling a little nauseous. Why was surgery suddenly looking more desirable?!
“Visit the bathroom, but don’t be more than 15 minutes late for the 10 p.m. drink she commanded again.
“At 10 p.m. drink the Olive Oil and Grapefruit mixture you’ve just made. You must be standing up to do this. Don’t laugh! Drink it down within 5 minutes. Then lie down immediately. You might fail to get the gallstones out if you don’t. The sooner you lie down, the more stones you’ll purge, so be ready for bed ahead of time. Try to keep perfectly still for at least 20 minutes. Go to sleep,” she commanded yet again. I almost shouted, “Yes Sir!” as my body stiffened.
She pushed on. “Upon awakening the next morning, you’ll take your last dose of the Epsom Salts drink. You may go back to bed. After two more hours you may eat. Start with fruit juice. Half an hour later, eat fruit. One hour later, you may eat regular food but keep it light. By supper you should be fully recovered,” she said light-heartedly. I sighed in relief.
“Expect diarrhea in the morning. Don’t be shy! Have a look. Gallstones are green and float because of the cholesterol in them or form as calcified stones in shades of brown. Sometimes the bile ducts are also full of cholesterol crystals, tan coloured. They look like floating ‘chaff’. Cleansing this ‘chaff’ is just as important as purging the gallstones. You’re also cleansing the liver at the same time, by the way. No surgeries. Minor discomfort. Congratulations!” she said triumphantly.
“Okay…” I said slowly and decisively. What’s to lose…I thought…a body part or a few hours of taste-bud torture. “Okay.”
So now I am “Okay”. It worked!! And maybe next year…

Short story by
Shelley Wilson
July 2014


May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

Awe and Wonder


Awe and Wonder  (my digital composition)

I live my life in awe and wonder.
So much to question. So much to ponder.

When my heart soars and my mind lifts,
a higher awareness brings its gifts.
I love this body that I wear-
flesh and bones, eyes and hair-
fed by water and soil, by light and air.

I feel more deeply and I care
for all Life’s forms evolving here
between the poles of love and fear.

I sense the others deep in space,
wishing to see them face to face
or mind to body, however strange,
as fast or slow we all change
our ideas and our beliefs
that cause our troubles and our griefs.

I sense the others here on Earth
coming from different domains of birth
amidst the stars and distant places
with different cultures and different races.

I sense there’s so, so much more
than anything we’ve known before.

We are as children in our knowing,
yet reaping all that we are sowing.
The ‘Do No Harm’ that we ignore
becomes the harm that we deplore.

Yet, I sense a shift in sight-
a New World View so clear and bright
that dark powers just disappear
with all their structures built by fear.

Our Spirit awakens and shows us how
nothing and no one can stop it now.
We gather our courage and find new ways
to live our precious, wondrous days.

We live our lives in awe and wonder.
So much to question. So much to ponder.

(Shelley Wilson June 15, 2014)


May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

The Prejudices of Geography


The Prejudices of Geography (my digital composition)

We Humans are a funny lot!
Our Intelligence has not
evolved beyond the prejudices
of where we’re from
or where we now live
as if it is the sum
of who we really are.

Pre-judgments abound
with reasoning unsound
determining value and worth
of sacred life upon this Earth
based on where we’re from
or where we now live
on this tiny orb spinning in Space.

We attach our loves and hates
to North or South, East or West,
even Up and Down,
where notions of ‘good’ and ‘bad’
fill so many minds with fears
and all the primitive prejudices
of a perceptual Geography.

We Humans are a funny lot!
Shelley Wilson (April 20, 2014)

May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

Every Winter Ends With Spring


Every Winter Ends With Spring (my digital music composition)


Every Winter Ends With Spring

Every end births a new beginning.

Every Winter ends with Spring.

Earth dances through the heavens.

We dance the Cycles Life brings.

Though it seems our lives have endings

and fearful judgments await,

the truth is there’s Only Heaven

and Life loves to Re-create.


December 26, 2013

Shelley Wilson

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

Universal Grace


Universal Grace

I could have lived on any cosmic orb,

in any species’ fleshly form,

when I in silent stillness lay,

my life a willing sacrifice…

—I offered it to the ‘fire’ of God’s great Love—

that cleansing, enlightening, enlivening Energy—

that ‘fire’ of God’s great Love.

I could have lived on any alien world,

in any body however strange,

when I in silent stillness heard

the God of all Creation say…


and in the power of those few words

of all-encompassing Oneness

I knew the Peace and Joy of Grace.

May 1995- revised May 2004- Oct 2013

Shelley Wilson

May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

Not Me and Mine


Not Alone All One (my digital music composition)


Bless the ancient relics
and hold tight the gold… the gold…
Sacred words echo hollow… hollow…
and fall flat to the ground…
Not one of ours!
Not one of ours!
Compassion is big business.
Don’t ask too much… too much…
Line up
and wait your turn… your turn…
Lucky Tax Breaks
or Sad Statistics…
God looks at us
through every…every…
starving face…
Well, you say,
it isn’t me and mine!
The world is tired
of pleas and please…
Too many of us anyway! …too many…
Let’s have another War…
Use up the ammo
so we can make some more.
Kill ‘em all, the bastards!
you say…
No, leave a few… a few…
…cheap labor…
…consumer demand…
Human need
fast turns to greed… greed…
God reaches out
with every begging hand…
Well, you say,
it isn’t me and mine!
Ah! But it is. It is!
The wise ones know… know…
It Is! It Is! It Is!

(Shelley Wilson- September 18, 2013)


May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

Those Held Dear

Those Held Dear (my digital music composition)
We weep the loss of those held dear.
We hold their memory with our tears,
with flowers and stones
that honour their names,
releasing their bodies to earth,
to water, to air, and to flames.
We note the dates of their birth and death
with comforting words to those they’ve left.
Were they loving? Were they kind?
What were the things they left behind?
How did they define their life and worth?
We celebrate and mourn with grief,
repeating inherited or chosen beliefs
as words of power to banish fear
in knowing our turn, too, is drawing near.
Were we loving? Were we kind?
What were the things we left behind?
What defined our values and our worth
co-creating our life on Earth?
I sit in the cemetery’s morning light
watching such a heart-welcomed sight.
Three brave and gentle, beautiful deer
quietly approach me, ever so near.
I send them feelings of joy and peace,
finding freedom in cares release.
I share their calm presence, so gentle, so brave.
They feed on wildflowers growing on graves.
I share their gift of Here and Now,
no longer concerned by when or how
the stories of our lives will end.
This Present draws me gently in
to that ever still and timeless space within-
into the Light I see so clearly-
into the Love I hold so dearly-
Communion, Compassion, and Mystery.
No one is separate, forsaken, alone
for this Light is pure Love and Light is our Home.
Space and Time are wonder-filled Life at play
creating magic everywhere, everyday.
Space-time is fabric woven of Life Itself,
interwoven, vibrating Energy
creating Experience, experiencing all,
All That Is Itself, Its glorious Self.
Everything is expanding Consciousness.
Life moves and creates and feels through us-
the Observer that sees behind our eyes, all eyes-
the Divine in everyday, common disguise.
Everything is Source Energy-
different frequencies, varying degrees
of evolving Awareness-
even all that seems dead and inert
like mountains, rocks, sand, and dirt.
We watch to see how things behave-
disappearing particles, dancing waves-
surprising evidence appearing strange.
We jump the boundaries of our Age.
All Matter is Energy in a Process divine.
Form and Energy are One in Truth sublime,
yet forms do ever change and disappear
so we weep the loss of those held dear.
I feel grateful and humble as I can be,
enjoying this morning’s company
of silent deer and thoughts of those held dear.
But they’ve gone beyond and are not here.

Shelley Wilson
June 22, 2013

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

Searching For Answers


Searching For Answers (my digital music composition)

I walk through clouds
and fog within
coming to where
I’d often been
over and over
then off again
in new directions
in search yet again…
Why can’t I see Them?
I follow faint whiffs
of long forgotten fragrances
worn by Answers long ago
in places I know not where…
I follow ghostly whispers
of words once said…
Haunting echoes of emotions
thought aeons dead
linger in Mystery’s misty air…
Beyond my sight
the Answers call
to search and search
behind Appearance
beneath Circumstance
above Prejudice
open, accepting and grateful
to stand before Them…
Though I reach and reach
They are still not there…
I shall not cease
till Time’s Ever-Present Past
grasps me firmly in the Soul’s clear light
of Recognition and Remembrance
when Answers’ names and truths
will be revealed and known to me at last!!!

Shelley Wilson (May14, 2013)

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley