Can Be Can Do
Space
What Is Time?
Glimpses of Past Times and Places
Glimpses of Past Times and Places
With ever an attitude of gratitude,
I closed my eyes, put ego to rest
and felt my way through Time-Mists…
I passed by Local, International News-
those Future World History Lessons-
here and there slanted like towers
built toward egos with myopic views,
some News recorded, distorted, confused,
Events staged, enacted, reported, like Plays,
Histories forgotten, deleted, erased…
I moved through the Mists feeling
my way, seeing through Ancient Eyes…
I moved past the births of Western Cultures,
past the beginnings of Rome,
past the beginnings of Greece…
I flew past the Middle East,
past Moses, the Pillars of Light Spaceships,
past Abraham, the War, the Promised Land…
past the beginnings of Egypt-
past first Egyptians after the Flood
and the Great Pyramids designed and built
by a Technological Atlantean Race,
designs even elsewhere in Space…
When Egypt was born, India was Old.
I saw many a slow rise and fall
of India’s changing Civilizations…
I saw Ancient Star Wars, Wars
In the Heavens, the Reptilian Nagas-
those Colonists too, not from here…
I saw the Off-World Race with skins of Blue
like Krishna, a man of flesh and blood,
a King and Spiritual Teacher
Awake, Adept, Enlightened…
I saw a World of Space-crafts-
some called Vimanas in India,
some called Dragons in the Orient,
other names of flying ships in the Americas-
a World explored, inhabited, evolving
in Climate Change even then…
I saw a World of Giants-
Giant Animals and Giant Humans,
Animals now displayed, Humans hidden away.
I stood with the ‘Sons of God’
and the Female ‘Goddesses’ too-
Awakened, Remembering Spirit…
From there, I saw Mars at War
and before, Sirius and the Pleiades
and much more- Life exploring Star Systems –
Worlds of Strange Beauty too…
When I returned to This Here and Now,
I opened my eyes, humbled in gratitude…
Ah, but skeptic ego jumped up and said,
‘Was it all just a Dream?’
Then I remembered a wise old song
often repeated, recently heard-
‘Row, row, row your boat
gently down the Stream…
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily-
Life is but a Dream.’
March 1, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Evolutionary Descendant
I wish with all my being
these words could last ten thousand years.
Forgive us Evolutionary Descendant,
our Future now in our Past,
Traveller through SpaceTime,
Observer, Messenger, Hostage
to our Political and Religious Dogmas
clearly seen in action, filmed
Interrogation Inquisition- inhumane
actions of primitive mindsets
that torture and kill without conscience
any being who does not look or think like us-
your Primitive Ancestors.
I am truly sorry, so truly sorry,
for what was done to you,
our Evolutionary Descendant,
the Inheritor of our Savage Wars.
No one has all the Answers
whether ‘dead or alive’, ‘past or future’,
but I have a Message for you too.
Life Itself is the Creator, the Great I Am,
in every being and in every thing-
every drop of water, speck of dust,
in, as, everything physical and not,
in All That Is, in you and me,
in Nature, in all the Universes.
Your Future is Divine Consciousness
co-creating with the Creator in you,
Beloved Evolutionary Descendant,
regardless of Timeline events
in the Ever Only Here Only Now.
You are Ever Present, Ever Alive
Divine Freedom, Love, and Sacred Light.
It matters not in the least
whatever forms we take, Dear One,
our Evolutionary Descendant.
April 16, 2021- Shelley Wilson
What Will We Bring?
What will be bring to the heavens
with the sciences of our species
exploring the vast cosmic seas?
Will we bring our human proclivities,
the dark and light of vices and virtues,
versions of God in religions we choose,
‘divine right’ and ‘might is right’
philosophies, commands for exploitation,
violent aggression and domination,
current moralities, hierarchical views?
Will we bring our spiritual tendencies,
compassion, kindness and caring,
curiosity, courage and daring,
expanding awareness, evolving visions
of Life and of who we are?
Will we be just like the other gods
exploring Life among the stars?
(February 22, 2021-
Shelley Wilson)
Flowerpoet 
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