Forget the Father

 Why?

Your Gift

 What is your one gift?

One day to live.

Lesson in life

 How do you shout at your source... to your God?

Sincerely... honestly... with all the hate... tears and anger you can muster 

Your connection to source is not with your avatar 

It is with the innermost part of you

Your inner self ... some call it soul

Soft love is ok... but instead  just let that inner self bloom 

Your inner power of all purity and humility...

It is an avenue to your truth and power 

Simple and easy if you choose to see light and love everywhere

Light and love is your powerful weapon of change in your understanding

We evolve into a better self if we give power to source...

Instead of prayers to receive  

The illusion of this existence is a good tool 

The illusion gives or creates many possibilities 

Illusion.... imagination... intuition can be used

As just one Lego block on another 

We can use this to create 

Create a new you 

A powerful you

What do you do when you pass a cemetery? 

Nothing usually.... think again

Just reflect on how and why you are here

It is with the spilt blood of your ancestors 

just smile in your innermost self and offer

love light and appreciation

Knowing where you go only happens

When you know from whence you came

Be  kind and calm 

Sunday vibe

 Think of the divine as a them instead of a gendered entity...

I am... the rest

The ocean made up of many drops

We are the drops

No beginning no end

Be kind and calm

Be your God

Human level you hear words making sentences 

You use your personal filters to get the sentences' meaning or lesson 

Spirit level you get the speech with the feeling and emotion together so you understand all together 

We are the creators 

We create everyday

We create a new you... everyday 

A new existence... a new world ...everyday 

Your work is to paint your own piece of the bigger picture 

Find your truth and let it be guided by the universal truth

The universal truth is the path, formula, road, winding and unending 

Our truth which we filter and create can be guided to fit the whole.

Let me finish with snoop

Slow down speed cause bleed

Drive until you feel to walk

Let the spirit grow... and glow

Nature speaking... we should listen.

Peace in the mind make Babylon broke.

Where do you live?

 Do we live in Heaven on earth or hell?

Apparently we have to decide

 And live according to where we want to be

Where we want to exist...

Is the more accurate word.

There is a trick to it

They teach you about God

So you naturally turn to worship 

They teach you are going to heaven 

When Christ or Allah decides 

Please don't forget 

They also teach that God exists everywhere 

You are already here 

Think of it like this 

Here is wherever you are already 

You don't say you are over there 

What do you think they hide in the vatican? 

The idea that God exists everywhere and we don't need them 

These ideas were presented over the ancient times

In different ways by many different voices 

So they try to hide it in the vatican 

They teach you that you are separate from God

They also teach you that you speak to your God in your prayers 

so there really is no separation of you and God

They give you the big circle 

This may be why they killed Christ. 

 Musings to Mom

... speak as the wind

Speak as the tree

Speak of the blood 

That flows within thee

Speak as the bird

Speak as the sky 

Speak of the spirit

That now wants to fly

Speak of the laughter 

Speak of the love

Speak of the joy 

A gift from above

Speak of the river 

Speak of the flow

Speak of the journey 

You now see and know.

Ode To Billy (The Kid)

I am the hunted, I am the one,
Living every day, under the gun
Another day in the shadows,
Another night on the run.
But they won't catch me now,
'Cause I'm second to none.

My deeds, they haunt me,
From daylight, 'til I rest my head,
If I don't find some refuge soon,
One day I know, I'll end up dead.

The wind at my back, it follows me,
The long and winding road ahead,
The riders, they come, they.re out to get me,
They wanna hang me,
They'll make me dead.

The roadside flowers, they wish me well,
If we'll meet again, they cannot tell,
But at least they knew me,
As I lived my last,
At least they knew me, but that was the past.

The journey ends, when I get to boot hill,
I had to get paid, for all those I'd killed.
The Sheriff laughs, he got his man,
Six feet under his boot I can...
No longer run,
No longer hide,
Under boot hill now, forever I reside.

You will see me again, this curse I will say,
We shall all meet here, on our long last day.
With our guns in our hands, and our horses all tied,
Death comes for us, for we've lived and we've died.

You will see me again, I'm Billy, I say,
You will see me again, on your very last day.
Boot hill is our home, one we didn't want ever,
Our last breath now gone, We will see the light never.

                                                              Teeluck...

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