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There is the notion

in the minds of many

that one breath must lead

to another

and that another

will lead to plenty,

beginning a strange devotion

to the stranger emotion

that too much gratitude

might not be cool

and can be rude

to those in the know

with the status quo

who’ve learned to

smoothly

take it all for

granted.

But now the guardians

of the earth

grow disenchanted,

their language becoming

more and more candid,

filling the crop circles

and their symbology

with a message to humanity,

“We will not listen

to your pleas

when even your shadow

tells you

you can’t breathe

until you learn to care

for the planetary community

of the air

and the water

and the earth,

and you share

what you bring

into their pain body.

Suffering is suffering everywhere.

Now is a time of opening,

of remembering,

of unearthing

all that could not

be thrown away

as the details in your dna

find their way

into the clearing

of the Conscious Ones.

Prepare your care

to find its roots

in all the hidden attributes

of all that was taken

for so long

for granted.

Pave your path

in the days to come

with all the light

of all that you have

overcome

that now fits

hand in glove

with all that you have

ever loved.

Let your mood

be transitional

unequivocal,

unconditional

in appreciation of

a universe

fully immersed

in celestial suns pouring

out their molten hearts

with primal food

each and everyone’s

famished tongue

hunts and hungers for.

Be the one

who takes a breath

and then remembers

a little more

and a little more,

gratefully

full of the great

we explore

and, at last, welcome.

[superblynumberonepeace]

I had a traumatic experience years ago that I can ‘t seem to shake.

Why is it taking so long?

“The ‘trauma’ , dear one, you are speaking of is a prime example at some level as to why it takes some time for the consciousness to shift in the manner in which it must. The experience of time required

to transmute the consciousness of an experience of this nature is calibrated to an opening to and understanding of the power at this level. So you might consider it the taking of baby steps, like taking one single breath at a time versus one life-long breath all at once.

It’s a movement to allowance, dear one, to the perception of the power at this deeper level of awareness that accompanied this experience. And it was for you and no one else and you are only part of the distance through this movement. But we brought this remembrance to you so thank you for asking it so all could hear. For each of you, in your own consciousness, can take for yourselves the most powerful personal story you’ve ever had, and it matters not which direction the power is held - your deepest sorrow and pain or your greatest joy beyond joys - and know that ‘that’ power is coming to you in every moment and available to you to access and create from. And so in ‘that’ power, in that knowledge of that level of creation, does it not reason, dear one, to choose love in a new way, collapsing the time constraint?”

the Akashic

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I am so pleased

with my audience

of trees.

They always give me

their full attention.

No matter what I say,

not one has walked

away

and, did I mention,

the last thing they said

softly into my head

was “Stay

and feel your roots.’

And so I found

a different truth,

using the experience

sensed softly

in the branching listening

of my sixth sense

as I heard

the deep deep words

“Why not expand

your way,

small friend?

Extend and then

again,

extend.”

“Your way forward

has no end.

The only song

that our roots know

moves to the rhythm

and rhapsody

of a most ancient melody,

sometimes fast,

sometimes slow,

even in the dark,

much wonder awaits where

you now go.

So treasure the intent,

with your consent,

to ever only grow’”.

And as the silence ended

my interlude

with the roots

and the branching trunks

of these wonderful entities,

I allowed my gratitude

to grow and flow

into the ground

I shared with them,

and walked away,

stepping on

the fallen leaves

of a worn belief

that I now released

because it had had

its day

to say

its small piece

about the reason

for the bleeding

of seasons

in the wind-swept

conversation

nothing now can stop

having with

God.

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Under this downpour

of truth and fiction

we are being invited

to explore

more and more

of the hidden

in the scribbling

and the script

of the tales we write

and rip

out of the pages of

our own unconscious

self-contradiction.

To be or not to be

is the silent soliloquy

in each breath

we breathe

as we disengage

from an age

that knew no better,

as long as we hear

in our voice

the continuous choice

to let go

of the maddened flow

of the old language

that couldn’t express

a morsel of the best

of each one’s affinity

for the divinity

of the infinitude

of truth loosed

in each human being.

Make your way

and listen

to what you

have been seeing

with eyes wide shut,

since we’ve run out of room

for any new scars

from any new cut

on the arms

on the body

in the junkyard

that we thought

we built into

our bodyguard.

Regardless

of what we regard,

life comes

and comes

and comes,

one breath

at a time,

profane and sublime

hunting

the oxygen

needed for

the fire in the bones

that burns

everything

but the only thing

birthing through our cells

and the slow thunder

of little truths colliding,

inviting in the glory

of the joyous song

ringing

in the true temple

bells.

[superblynumberonepeace]

How can I best handle the turmoil I see around me?

“ Mankind has been walking upon and across the earth, spreading their seeds everywhere and that has allowed a cross culturing that has now moved into a time of harvest, each in their own way. And many are pulling in their resources.

And what does one do? What do farmers do during harvest - they throw away that which is inedible, that which they cannot digest. Are you doing this?

You are looking at your harvest, assessing it. And from that what do you decide? What other ingredients do you need? What other people? What other tools? What other knowledge?

And so it is that no one is an island, isolating. It is a time to focus but how and with which tools you focus will make a great difference

to the outcome you experience. We suggest allowing the synchronization of your heart and third eye and from there look, from there see, from there discern.

Have your prior decisions based on your past served you? Did they assist you? You came to a conclusion and based on that conclusion made a decision. And now you are leap-frogging in between the decision and the belief to ask “ Was I aware enough and truthful enough to see what was truly happening before I allowed the conclusion I came to and the decision that followed?

In this leap-frogging between the decision and the belief that has

led to an outcome you do not prefer, the question arises ‘What within me can I trust?’

As your ability to discern the wheat of your Soul from the chaff of your ego through diligence , it is your task to clarify your intent as

much as possible and then deliver it through trust to your higher self. For, if instead, in that moment, in that decision, in that place you choose from your limitation, whether you had chosen this or this

or this, the same outcome would await you. Thus, by invoking the

abilities of Soul, whatever is below the surface of your consciousness will not sabotage you in some way, which happens,

dear ones, to spiritual seekers often. And it need not.”

the Akashic

[superblynumberonepeace]

If we clean a fear,

removing all

the dirt and hurt,

what if it clears

our eyes

so that we fail

to recognize

the stars in skies

that once

were our guides

to assist us

to find our worth

and astromagical way?

Would we be ok

if the firmament

was displaced

and replaced

by the birth

of a new heaven

and an out of the blue earth?

Would we find

we could love it more

than our addiction to

viral hypnotic war

we leave behind

in the trenches

of the blinding

binding battles

of the clans

and demands

of man unkind?

To perceive or not perceive,

that is the question

that I forgot to mention

to myself as I faced

an ugly truth,

another judgement

to defuse,

another captive dream

to loose,

another refusal

of the refuse

that could only

be created

and then satiated

if somewhere

something

could only be

justified

if somehow

something else

had to die

in a violence

of silence

without ever

understanding

why.

Throughout its hard-fought

history

humanity has been

ceaselessly

playing with knives.

What if instead this time

it slashes an artery

of its destiny

and hemorrhages only

blood-red love

into its own heart

and nothing

of the perennial war survives

in this year of 2021,

as it drops its sword

and its gun

and its ties

to the lies

present and accounted for

in its past lives

forever,

as violence goes so far away

that we allow once again

the serenity

in the core of the magnanimity

in humanity

in the innocence of our

simple sentience

at play.

This now is the knocking

on the door

that no one and nobody

can ignore.

So what are we,

who would be free,

waiting and waiting

and waiting for,

once we clean our dream

of all that came

in the game

we played with

‘just us’ justice blame

until we shed

the shame

that bled

so invisibly

behind the door

at the core

of our worth

and remember

at last

what we,

who would be

utterly free,

came here for.



[superblynumberonepeace]

What is the sixth sense and how is it related to our breath?

“ It is the portal, the intuitive portal through which you access greater aspects of who you truly are. All portals exist. All portals are not always accessed. Joy is an individual choice, just like free will. So too is it free will to listen.

Often there are impulses. Some stronger, some weaker. At different times they ebb and flow. And so it is the most significant desire of those asking for such wisdom is how to keep this portal active, vibrant and accessible at all times.

The breath, dear ones, is the first portal through which our being travels through the opening of the sixth sense and allows that which is on the other side of the breath to access your vessel, your consciousness, your beingness here. Thus, the more you are in tune with and aligned with your breath, the greater your access will be.

It is the keystone. If you want a tattoo, tattoo on the back of your hand BREATHE. The movement to consciousness includes your breath in each moment of your doing. This realignment actualizes the doing nature of your greater self, which can’t help but engender joy, peace, harmony, connection and connectedness to those around you, especially when it’s most required.

As the sixth sense walks among those bound into the sensory world as the expression of the high heart in the whole heart and as you decide to be that battery, you will not stumble and fall because your path remains lit, especially when consciously kindled by your breath as you move into quantum regions of sound and light in your transition from particle to wave perception.”

the Akashic

In the days ahead the greatest challenge encountered will be in our ability to tell truth from fiction. Our sixth sense will offer insight when our other senses fall short.

[superblynumberonepeace]

The movement and the motion

of rivers take them

to the ocean

where the seashells whisper

‘you are water,

you are free,

be now the sea’.

Our breath is also whispering

in the rhythm

behind everything

when we let it fully

move through the me

in you

and the you

in me.

Some hold their breath

without knowing,

like a secret

they’re withholding

from the ears

of the other,

in the fear

they might discover

they will be

revealed.

It matters not

that they forgot

it was never

ever quite real

and that nothing

unreal exists,

it still persists

and insists

you deal

with your condition,

on one condition

- that you never learn

it is now your turn

to be unconditionally opened

and ecstatically healed.

Our brotherhood of breath

may not be

by our request,

yet we find

ourselves here,

partners in Time,

diminished

and unfinished

as we crawl

to consciousness

through the honey

and the slime

of the beauty

and the ugliness,

as more and more

chases less and less

through the daily mess

of a dissolving paradigm.

But power now

sheds its skin

so where do we begin

if not in

the holy middle

of the unsolved

cosmic riddle

on the hidden lips

of everyone in town.

But few noticed

the soil singing

or what the rain

was bringing

as the engines

of history

paused

and took a breath,

looked around

and then

quietly shut down.

[superblynumberonepeace]

Is the ride we are on like Space Mountain, the rollercoaster where you are in the dark and you hear the shouts and screams of others behind you and in front of you but you can’t see them?

“ And you are being excited! You are excitable, which is a good thing. You are alive and you are being excited, ‘ Oh, there’s a star!

And there’s a big star, lit up over there! Oh my goodness...and there’s Jupiter! And what’s happening over there? ‘ And then there’s another one and another one.

So even though, dear ones, there is this vast amount of darkness and unknown from point to point , allow the points that do shine to radiate bigger ... longer ... more. Forget them not. Do not let them sink in your awareness. You are having new interactions that are stronger and brighter and more exciting than ever before.

So let us now go outside and sit and look up at all these beautiful stars. However, if you overfocus on one you may not see the rest.

You are on the ride so pull back. See all of them as much as possible. See all these points of light, all these joyful experiences you have had and you are to have because they are there. They are here. “

the Akashic

[superblynumberonepeace]

There once was an angel

who walked upon the moon,

when east was east

and west was west.

Looking and looking

for the season of now

and dreams of soon,

through parks of dark

and gardens overgrown.

(Perhaps even your own?)

Looking and looking for

what she had

always known

she would never find

in the skies of the mind

and the oceans

of the wind -

the unsaddened words

of the Forgotten One,

‘Come in. Come in.'

‘I have been waiting

and waiting

and wanting

and wanting

for always and ever

only you.'

"You can not bring

the thousand things,

the dust of the earth

and the rags of kings,

the broken songs

that no one sings

of the hundred gods

and their wanderings,

not even the great truths

you’ve been imagining.

You can not bring

a shred of these

nor anything

but the only thing

that breathes and breathes

through the seething leaves

that never rest

in the void and voyage

of the branching trees

moving east and west

under the kind

and blinding

singing sun.

‘You are the one

and only one

in everyone.'

(But please don’t fear

what appears

to appear

as it clears

from the scission

in your vision.)

‘Come out. Come out

wherever you are,

out of the hypnotic

unceasing din

circling through the earth’s

unhealing scar

on your unraveling

travel-stained skin,

from the demented dimension

that selects regrets

and forgets

that,

taken to the nth degree,

anything less

than love

is a form of

insanity.

And as you peer

into the all

and unconditional,

please let be

all you see,

precious one.

Love opens only

to love.

[superblynumberonepeace]

What is the best approach to the quantum roller coaster we are now riding?

“ It behooves you, dear ones, to pay attention to the landscape, to pay attention to the view. You are on a journey of emotions and feelings to assist you in knowing where to go for the answer. If it is feeling the same as before then that indicates the landscape is the same. But if you recognize within that there are subtle differences to what you are feeling, ignore them not. They count.

Is your view a bit higher? Is it a bit more expansive? Are you capable of taking in and comprehending more information? This is indicative of your expansion, that you are taking in and assimilating more Light. This is grassroots growth.

You may be willing ‘to go where no one has gone before’ but how willing are you?

Know that you are not alone, nor will you ever be. Yet at times it may feel that way, but the less you feel that way the closer you are to the truth of who you are. As you get closer and closer, what has felt like being along becomes a oneness recognition with deeper aspects of your self that you are never alone.

As the ego turns to the Soul and walks and steps closer and closer, this is the Known. And your ego is looking to know itself.

It’s like the lost child running around saying, ‘ What do I do? Where do I go? I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know where I am?’

And thus there is a magnetic pull. It’s the call. It’s the call to the

prodigal son.”

The Akashic

[superblynumberonepeace]

Inscribed in a secret

sacred cliff,

an ancient sentient

hieroglyph

turning and turning

as it twists

the letters of ‘lovers’,

until they shift

into ‘resolve’,

as I Am That I Am

asks the question

again

It has asked

to everyone

and anyone

from the very first

thirsting bursting dawn,

‘What if...?’

What if

the answers

we sought

aren’t found where

we thought

we left them,

and feel strange

to the touch

until we’re untaught

the darkened memories

of so much

so we can feel

the cry

of the sidereal

echoing

into the real

and let love in?

And let love out

into the hunger within

every thin

and raw hurting

human eye.

As memories thaw

like Antarctica

into the surrounding sea,

who will we be

and what will we remember

as the entirety

of time

floods into the glands

of the many

mutating lands

of my and mine

and me?

Are we ready

for the attention

of a divine dimension

if there are things

we’ve left undone?

Do we have to find them,

one by one,

or will they find us

if we’ve become

transformed into a

quantum

cell of sea?

The world-wide warnings

of global warming

leave out the part

on the world-wide heart,

as it warms the deeply

buried shell of souls.

Let the world-wide waters flow

as above so below.

As below so above

as time has intercourse

with love

for the first time

in its history

and becomes

timelessly free

in the singularity

in the center

of all that was

as it breathes

in one gently quivering

cosmic breeze

and surrenders.

[superblynumberonepeace]

When my last realization

met its death,

I searched for it

in my breath

because everything else

stopped talking.

I missed the warmth

of its glow

and wanted simply

to merely know

was there more

I could make flow

from its wisdom walking?

But my breath said, ‘No,

don’t try to go

anywhere

confined

to mind-blinding twisting.’

If you feel you have to

push against

anything not evident,

breathe until you ease

that sentiment

out of your wishing.’

‘Power without love

is lost

and always comes

at the price and cost

of all we take for granted

and don’t notice until

we find it missing.’

‘Realizations only come,

one by one,

in accordance with

the long, long run

of our lightbody evolution,

no matter what we find

so many insisting.

But if we listen,

we can hear,

once we stop resisting,

some something

within us clear

our thoughts

with the realization

that the present moment

is not going

anywhere

and what we seek

is always,

in some way,

always there

which

is always only

also here,

as time takes a bite

out of space

and the universe crawls

into our ear,

and the world vanishes

without a trace

because it was,

after all,

merely visiting.

And we realize that we

are not now

nor ever were

bound to the stories

that now blur

in the unending spiral

we now find ourselves

ascending.

[superblynumberonepeace]

When my last realization

met its death,

I searched for it

in my breath

because everything else

stopped talking.

I missed the warmth

of its glow

and wanted simply

to merely know

was there more

I could make flow

from its wisdom walking?

But my breath said, ‘No,

don’t try to go

anywhere

confined

to mind-blinding twisting.’

If you feel you have to

push against

anything not evident,

breathe until you ease

that sentiment

out of your wishing.’

‘Power without love

is lost

and always comes

at the price and cost

of all we take for granted

and don’t notice until

we find it missing.’

‘Realizations only come,

one by one,

in accordance with

the long, long run

of our lightbody evolution,

no matter what we find

so many insisting.

But if we listen,

we can hear,

once we stop resisting,

some something

within us clear

our thoughts

with the realization

that the present moment

is not going

anywhere

and what we seek

is always,

in some way,

always there

which

is always only

also here,

as time takes a bite

out of space

and the universe crawls

into our ear,

and the world vanishes

without a trace

because it was,

after all,

merely visiting.

And we realize that we

are not now

nor ever were

bound to the stories

that now blur

in the unending spiral

we now find ourselves

ascending.

[superblynumberonepeace]

From the self

of the soul,

I peel away

all the unnecessary

dust and rust

of fear and doubt

gathered thoughtfully,

century

after century,

until realizing

I can do without

having to believe

I know it all,

having to control

the knowing

without knowing.

Slowing into my breath,

I allow the soundless song

of a hidden harmony

guide my steps

this time

without knowing

where I’m going.

But it doesn’t allow me

not to see

the dark hand

of the hard reality

that only too

recently

I held dearly,

as it whispers

to me,

“Bring your bravery,

son of Man.

It is time you understand

the nature of the slavery

you are now ending.

No great plans will suffice

to undo the unsacred sacrifice

you can and have

been doing

to you,”

as on the altar

of my hidden heart I see

an ancient angel

lying bleeding.

Overcome, I walk up

to the altar

as a single drop

of my tearing falls

upon its skin.

But then it rises

ethereally

and softly says to me,

“We are both

strangers here,

but now truly brothers

once again

on this path

of the unhiding

of the gold

in the human.”

Friend to

friend,

let it begin,

the felt divinity

in the fusion

of mind and whole heart

for all to see,

the original

sacred geometry

erupting through humanity.

Let it be. Let it free.

Let it start.



[superblynumberonepeace]

From the self

of the soul,

I peel away

all the unnecessary

dust and rust

of fear and doubt

gathered thoughtfully,

century

after century,

until realizing

I can do without

having to believe

I know it all,

having to control

the knowing

without knowing.

Slowing into my breath,

I allow the soundless song

of a hidden harmony

guide my steps

this time

without knowing

where I’m going.

But it doesn’t allow me

not to see

the dark hand

of the hard reality

that only too

recently

I held dearly,

as it whispers

to me,

“Bring your bravery,

son of Man.

It is time you understand

the nature of the slavery

you are now ending.

No great plans will suffice

to undo the unsacred sacrifice

you can and have

been doing

to you,”

as on the altar

of my hidden heart I see

an ancient angel

lying bleeding.

Overcome, I walk up

to the altar

as a single drop

of my tearing falls

upon its skin.

But then it rises

ethereally

and softly says to me,

“We are both

strangers here,

but now truly brothers

once again

on this path

of the unhiding

of the gold

in the human.”

Friend to

friend,

let it begin,

the felt divinity

in the fusion

of mind and whole heart

for all to see,

the original

sacred geometry

erupting through humanity.

Let it be. Let it free.

Let it start.



[superblynumberonepeace]

Again and again

I’ve heard the call

down through the ages

of my unfolding,

sometimes as faint

as the impossible

and others as near

as the cells

of myself singing,

“ Don’t miss this!”

“Don’t allow

your non-allowance

to overlook your chance

to deftly

breathlessly dance

in a way you have

never known.

Make this loving instance

your own

and let it tremble,

until you see yourself

in the nearest, clearest

mirror of God

and notice you do

not resemble

anything you

thought you knew

about the way

things are

or were

or need to be

as you hear

the piercing frequency

of a flute that calls

in urgency

to the you

you have been

unconsciously

creating,

spinning

your wheels once again,

carbon incarnating

in childish clothing

much too small.

Please don’t insist

that you have better

things to do

and to listen to,

as you resist

and turn over

and turn away

and miss again the call

from the glistening mystery

within the ancient halls

of a golden heaven,

tossed instead once again

into exhausted

and exhausting centuries

of restless sleeping,

dreaming of a world that wept

with promises broken

and treasures kept

for no good reason.

Listen to the whispers

within the deep Light

this time

as never before.

Take a deep breath

into the stillness

of your clarion core

and breathe the echoes

of your silence

louder.

Let the call

for once and all

unfold and flower

radiantly

more, unendingly

more,

as you hear

with the ear

in the clear

center of your heart

the Sound

that breathes

and weaves

even your silence.