BE YOUR REALITY
“To be or not to be…?”
Often, a misunderstood question
Of self-reality; failing to realize
That God has given us the power
To affect how it should, and will be:-
It has been written, and repeated:
Ask, seek, and knock; and its
Given, found, and opened:-
That is, when we choose to do so,
In awareness that we are in charge
Of choosing what affects our reality:-
As one author has succinctly put it,
Our…”reality is not what happens
Around us, but how we respond to it.
Thus, how acquaintances act around us
Is their reality; our perception, our reality:-
In our daily lives with peers and family,
We must come to realize the power
We have in affecting our own reality:-
All too often, our reactions to others’ realities,
Tend to negate our own healing realities:-
Know and accept your power
Affecting your reality. Let no one
Or anything deter its joyful coming to be.
Thus, go back to life’s mirror and notice
What you see: One of God’s beautiful
Creatures looking back at thee.
Know that your desired reality,
Is your given responsibility:-
From Des Moines to Kansas City wind tunnel sideways
sixty-two miles per hour in a straight line always
a fierce super tornado that roars down Interstate thirty-five
throwing farms up in the air, livestock no longer alive
a quintessential tornado, dreaded and rare, a derecho
there truly was no way to hide, no places to shelter or go
a memory of terror that would last three states forever
many torn up families returning to home, never
a deadly derecho is what many do not survive
a terrifying experience up Interstate thirty-five
affecting Missouri, Kansas, and Iowa that day
the horrors of that creature forever here to stay
Darkness surrounds us all everywhere
spiritually, morally, socially and emotionally
affecting everything that we can see
wherever we are its scattering nationally
This is an illness that needs fixed
what can be done about this evil force
facing it head-on with a strong stand
it needs to be stripped at its source
Pray for God's intervention of light
His force of power simply divine
heavenly sent from God's throne
penetrating through to brightly shine
God is the sender of this gift
to combat and defeat this sin
penetration would show in eternity
so God's way would always win
No sun can compare with this light
its longevity will be with us forever
Jesus comes in the power of His truth
shedding His eternal light like a constant river
Stepping out into the collective,
My soul choosing the directive,
I selectively choose my way.
Letting my imagination play,
Straying thoughts catch my attention,
As more enter my dimension.
I see a reflection of ascension,
My body is feeling the tension,
Your intention my only impression.
As I dive into another lesson,
An energy expression session,
Consciousness intersections,
Set up for interventions.
As we venture into the unknown,
Growing together in time,
Our interaction climbs,
Intertwines,
A new twist to the vine.
Exchanging with the Divine,
Your energy is mixing with mine,
As I begin to find new emotions,
Different thoughts within my mind.
Standing behind my truth,
I let them all through,
Transmuting them too.
Giving you a better view,
Something you can hold on too,
To direct the stew of emotions,
Pouring from this ocean of energy,
The collective gets from me.
When the last idea is spoken
And the final symbols written down
Will all creation acknowledge
WORD isn't captured by any sound
He flies in skies beyond thought
He sails on waters above existence
He walks on movement
Harmonized with light flowing through resistance
No matter, no fear, can cage essence
He is the invisible, all-knowing presence
Seeking, finding, exploring, questioning
All the fears of matter, siphoning, affecting
....creative energy
Today, it is known, outside, inside
Around, above and beyond humanity's reach
The lies that bound the living to dying
Are crushed in the contracts breach
Trust, trust is how LOVE gets permission
To move through obstacles unforeseen
When definitions yield to TRUTH's stance
Parties lose the right to make WORD mean
Spirit clothes her in WISDOM's dress
Harden criminals forced to confess
Wretched are those who steal
The innocence of heart who came, only, to heal
....creative energy
GONE....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-22-2025
Don't play the victim, don't wear the frown
You're the one causing harm, spinning others down
Bullying, harassing, spreading fear and pain
You're the problem, not the one to claim
Don't shift the blame, don't point the finger high
You're the one acting out, passing by
Think before you speak, think before you act
Your words and actions leave a lasting fact
You're bringing tears to eyes, and pain to the heart
Affecting minds and souls, tearing them apart
Your actions have consequences, that's what you must see
Is hurting others worth it? Is it worth your destiny?
Learn a lesson now, before it's too late
Think before you act, don't perpetuate the hate
Be kind, be compassionate, be understanding too
For the hurt you're causing, is it really worth it to you?
The Falling Out
I find the ceiling fan
quite interesting – a whirling
meditation; -- blades
whiz! – air cooling unseen
yet felt
apparently
all affecting not overtly visible
how one’s heart reacts to currents
oblivious to detached others --
when we had our falling out
a great storm rocked worlds
no mention by the local meteorologist
nor cosmologist
seismologist
or an especial priest --
What’s one more or less, our universe~
to the greater emotional theme?
Such a sensitive soothing sound,
As the words float around,
My thoughts are bound,
To what I've found,
A profound state of bliss,
As I witness it all unfold,
Uncovering the gold in silence,
The power in presence,
As my essence flows through reality,
Affecting all I see,
Knowing it's a reflection of me,
A river of energy,
Flowing through entities,
Words creating realities,
Bound by gravity,
It's s everything you see,
A symphony of sound,
Always floating around,
Creating this world I found.
mind
mental, conscious
knowing, inquiring, wondering
conscience, psyche, situation, problem
affecting, dictating, focusing
bodily, brute
matter
Sometimes, people are missing some dignity here
Of being good and unclean is two different things
Have we lost some honor to become dishonor then
Can we sometimes be good men than being barbaric
Two days ago, when I woke up, nice scenario here
I saw the scenery of rice field, lush and green
Today, I woke up and saw the scenery of garbage
It feels like a dream, but it's real to appraise
Between rice field and garbage affecting our life
It's unfair to good people for one act of vagrancy
Let everyone act according to the precept of law
Let government execute and solve this without flaw.
A condition affecting many current politicans
And rouge world influencers.'
I feel terrible everyday,
It's affecting what I say,
And it won't go away.
I just want to be happy,
But my situation is crappy,
Slap full of issues,
I can't afford tissues.
I misuse this body,
Stress becoming a hobby,
A habit I wish I could quit,
I'm killing my spirit,
Or I sold it for money.
Their dollar earns me a penny,
While they have plenty,
I can't afford any,
Taxes devour hourly,
Every hour misery,
A number in the company.
Maybe it just ran from me,
Feeling terrible constantly,
Instantly ruining my day,
Thoughts Get in my way,
Awful things I start to say,
I wish it would go away,
So I could have some energy,
Release me from poverty,
I AM not their property,
This opportunity is mine,
I should at least feel fine,
For GOD's SAKE!!,
I AM DIVINE!
Someone has said that every generation
Has its golden lipstick era
Philippines is not like that
It's always beautiful and stunning
A special beauty for all ages
Glittering golden beaches
Somewhere in every island corner
Of thousands islets in the Philippines
More so its unique lineage genealogy
From the primitives to the occupants
Conglomerating all races into one
Making the brown race formidable
A diasphora race around the globe
Sharing joy, talents and services
The culture, the food, the hospitality
Affecting the leaven bread of the world
I invite the people of the world to visit us
What the Philippines can offer to all races
Come, borrow the wind to fly
To the magical land that shines
As white as the pearl of the orient seas.
The Rope Broke
By: Aundrea Methvin
Standing in the pouring rain
His hood pulled up, the warmth barely affecting him
As his sorrow engulfs him
Tears streak down his cheeks
He holds a single rose
Two centuries have passed and still he mourns
They had battled, hell, he still bore the scar from the freshly forged heated sword
Yet he loved her … still loved her
Even if the only proof of her was this stone carved with 1666 and the word Hung
She had been condemned, and he had been at sea
His foolish mind had been yearning for gold, yet his heart had been given to the blacksmith’s daughter
Now he weeps for what could have been
Yet in the wind he smells the scent of Sweet Clover and Hawthorn
His heart skips a beat as he desperately looks around
Then he sees a shadow move just within the ruins of the forgotten cemetery
She stands and smiles … What did you think that I wouldn’t wait for your return?
He drops to his knees, scared to move, scared to blink
Surely this vision with her hair in the wind was a break in his mind
Her hand caresses his cheek as she leans in and whispers “The rope broke.”
A bluebird comes flying by,
Its cry fills the sky.
A high pitch lullaby,
Playing in its prize.
Not held within lies,
Watching as time flies.
Not caring if it dies,
Fear left it's eyes.
Just as it is,
It tries.
Nature always supplies
It doesn't wear a disguise,
Or worry of its demise,
Until one day,
SURPRISE!!
Awaken,
Arise,
Claim the true prize.
Re energize,
See your true size,
And realize,
You're eternal and free.
In charge of your own Galaxy.
Embrace your creativity,
Come take this trip with me.
Soon you'll see,
Loving unconditionally,
Connecting Universally,
Allows us to be,
Floating freely,
Through possibility.
Limitlessly,
Affecting reality,
Positively,
Bringing us in to unity.
The way it used to be,
Free from our disguise,
And together we watch,
As the bluebird flies,
Enjoying our prize.
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