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Awake, Aware, Alive

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Awake, Aware, Alive

(Friend or Foe, Dead or Alive

by our Definitions,

thanks for being here

as I journey through Galaxies,

Ethereal, Astral, Physical,

through Destinations and Destinies

appearing solid and daunting

on a Ship of Questions to Remember

what it means To Be Truly Free.)

Are we truly Awake, Aware, Alive

or are our days merely a dream,

a haze, a maze of perceived illusions,

mistaken assumptions, erroneous conclusions,

distortions and confusions

about Life, about God, about Us?

Are we truly Awake, Aware, Alive?

From Childhood on, are we fed

and educated by our systems,

our families and societies

in what may by some be called

our Local Prejudices and Propagandas-

Cultural, Political, Religious-

as Blinders and Binders

through which we view

Life and God and Us?

Are we truly Awake, Aware, Alive?

Do we really know how Life works,

how Interconnected, how Interdependent

everything is everywhere

in The Larger View, The Grander Vision-

of this Universe, the Earth and even

The Great Beyond- Life Beyond Death

connecting All, including you and me?

Do we see how we’re part

of this multilayered Universe

of particles, waves and densities,

consciousness and frequencies,

even this Earth, this World

of waters and lands, elements and animals,

trees and plants and All That Is?

Do we understand even now

how our Well Being is Interconnected,

Interdependent, part of the All

and as we do to This, we do

to ourselves as well?

Are we truly Awake, Aware, Alive?

How do we Awaken to Oneness?

How do we Live in Awareness?

How do we value Life and being Alive?

How do we state, demonstrate,

to the All who we each are?

Who do we choose to be?

In large or small measure,

what do we contribute to Life

whether selfish or selfless?

Who do we think we are?

Do we see Life as a Name for God,

Life Itself and Freedom too?

Do we see Life in Us as Us,

a Process, a Force, an Energy

constantly moving, changing,

sustaining, recreating ever

in every Here and Now?

Do we see Life Itself Present,

Alive in Us, as Us, as All

even when some are not truly Sentient-

Awake, Aware, Alive?

I seek out New Definitions.

I leave Lesser Truths behind.

(So here I am enjoying the journey

on a ship of Questions flying

Beyond my past understandings

of Life As It Is into Mystery

and what it means To Be Truly Free.

Thanks One and All for joining me!)

January 2, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

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Tolerance and Acceptance

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Tolerance and Acceptance

This may be

your only birth

on this little planet

we call Earth.

Perhaps you

were never born here

in this wondrous World

ever once before

but I have

and will again

even many times more.

Among the stars

I’ve also lived

in other strange forms

knowing Peace and Wars.

You may see

this vast Universe

as far outside of you

but I can clearly see

it is within us too.

You may think

we were born in sin

but I do see

God’s holy Presence

the Life of our life,

as ever and always within.

You can’t prove

and I can’t prove

Beliefs we hold

from things we’re told

or of our own

Remembrances and

Perceptions.

May we leash

our loyal dogmas

and choose a wiser way,

growing day by day

in Tolerance and

Acceptance.

November 30, 2022

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

When I Go Home

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Sunlight Through Raindrops: When I Go Home:

When I go Home, It isn’t here on Earth

though I bless this place of many a birth

in many a time and land.

Home isn’t even among the Stars

like the Sirius System, Pleiades and Mars

or all the other places I once knew.

When I go Home, I’ll not delay to stay

in the myriad versions of ‘heavens and hells’

co-created in layered Astral Realms,

Imaginal Realms, Realms of Nightmares and Dreams

where everything seems to ‘feel real’.

I’ve been to these heavens and hells before,

seen their gods and devils, angels and demons before,

their myriad names of power, their games

of rewards and punishments, games of peace and war

amidst the veils of all created illusions,

mythologies, systems of hierarchies and confusions.

When I go Home, I’ll return to Pure Light and Love,

the Great Oneness, the Grace of God Source,

Unconditional Love, our True Eternal Home

in Ultimate Reality, Fully Merged In God.

Then I Am and That’s All That Is,

the Great Oneness of Pure Being.

I may choose to Stay Formless or Continue On

exploring the True ‘Other Side’, Other Ways

of Being in Spirit and Remembering

‘Being Home’, the Great Oneness, Pure Being.

When I go Home again, ‘Being Heaven’ again,

I may Stay or Continue On

to Be Born in Physical Worlds-

choosing to explore New Adventures

or Re-Living Adventures in different ways.

I Am Life Living-Living Life In Many Ways

In the Ever Present, Ever Here, Ever Now.

In Forms, I often forget who I am-

a device, a method to play roles of Becoming,

Becoming those Creative Visions I choose-

no ‘better’, no ‘less’, than ‘Others’ too,

for We Are Life Living- Living Life In Many Ways.

Sooner or later, We All Return To Source,

To Ultimate Reality, To Pure Light and Pure Love,

To ‘Being Home’ and ‘Being Heaven’ again.

October 4, 2021

Shelley Wilson

Time Travellers

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Poetry In A New Paradigm: Time Travellers

A Stream of Consciousness Poem

We all come from Prime Source, God Source,

Divine Light, Divine Love, Divine Bliss,

through states of ‘Being’, sublime states,

states ‘etheric’ and ‘subtly dense’-

through many Sequential/Simultaneous

Moving Moments of Multi-Directional,

Multi-Dimensional ‘Tunnels of Time’…

We travel to Worlds such as this,

this Planet of dense physicality,

this ‘Living Museum and Library’,

this bio-diverse and resource-rich ‘Earth’,

this small gem in a vast Multi-Verse…

Each Soul Journey has an ‘Agenda’

though we pass through Ethereal Veils

of confusing Forgetfulness here,

here where we ‘gather Experiences’…

Though some ‘Return to Remembrance’

of their True Nature and Timeless State

before their ‘Death’, many others wait

their own passing through ‘Life’s Sacred Gate’…

We live in a Realm of Duality

with many a Created Reality-

Collective and Individual Realities…

We move our Heart, our Mind, our Body

through ‘Life’s Process of Constant Change’

gathering Experiences as we go-

Experiences wondrous and strange,

Experiences we already know,

Processing as we go…

We gather Life’s Information,

Experiment to See What Works

for Collective and Personal Agendas

of Life’s Creative, Ingenious Growth…

We come to eventually Value

the Transformative ‘Gold’ of ‘Wisdom’,

the ‘Silver’ of ‘Progressive Understanding’,

and the ‘Copper’ of Cumulative ‘Common Sense’-

that ‘Inner Metal’ of Instinct and Intuition

when ‘In Danger’ comes to our Defence,

when ‘In Practical Use’ simply ‘Makes Sense’…

We live Lives short and long

exploring Spectrums of Thoughts and Actions,

exploring Spectrums of Awareness

ranging between Weak and Strong…

Sooner or later, we Return to our Source-

Prime Source, God Source, our ‘Heaven’,

our True Nature and True Home-

dropping our Veils of Forgetfulness,

Remembering our Ways Back Home-

Back to All Our Beginnings

where Nothing Is Separate, Alone, Apart…

Then God Asks A Simple Question.

Do We Wish To Stay or Continue On-

‘Stay Home’ or ‘Get A Fresh Start

On To New Adventures’

in a vast Multi-Verse to roam…

We’re All Essentially Time-Travellers

Going To and From Our Home…

September 3, 2021

Shelley Wilson

I hope this gives you a chuckle too. I plan to give this T-shirt to my son last Christmas. Well, actually, next Christmas in this Timeline but the Christmas before in another. Then there’s the Timeline where I didn’t buy this T-shirt and the Timeline where I don’t have a son and the Timeline where I’m not on Earth and so I didn’t write this and you aren’t reading these words now….

Vancouver Island View

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(Writing Poetry-  my digital music composition)

 

 

By far the fairest in the land,

snow-white Mount Baker floats-

a towering, ethereal castle cloud-

over distant curves and layers

of hazy, blue-gray horizons.

Romancing midsummer sunlight,

a breeze ripples water with delight

as spell-bound white sailboats

move dreamily in a slow dance

beyond the rocky, sea-grass beach.

I press magic buttons and

our side-windows yawn.

I turn my magic key.

The car engine quiets.

Conversation stops.

Fairy-dust in the breeze invites

silent reverie and dreams.

Eyes close, guards down, we rest-

two sleeping beauties-

on the Isle’s enchanting shore.

 

July, 25, 2011

　

May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

Declaring Love of Poetry

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(Close Your Eyes and Ride the Stream-  my digital music composition)

P.B. Shelley

‘They say I was an atheist.

God knows it isn’t true.

I worshipped Him in Nature

with my heart a humble pew!’

 

I have had an enduring love of Poetry in every timeline of every life on this planet no doubt.

This Shelley says a cheery ‘Hi!

Time Travelers (original)

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Time Travelers
Subject: computer photo of our travels
Message:
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