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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard 
Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves.

For i have seen those strange distant lights
That detach themselves from heavens spilling crowds;
When dropping over the blindside of the little ridge
They rise to leap from cloud to cloud.

Impossible angles of inexplicable darting momentum -
Inwardly gyrating wheels now ingeniously turning;
Marvelous these the strange crafts of unknown design...
Yes - I have seen the night skies burning!

For well i remember as a reckless child
How i stole out to ascend that one forbidden hill:
Cast deep plans, set the clock ticking accordingly,
Rose, wrapped myself against Novembers raw chill.

Deep inside the Beech-hanger the Plough was struggling,
And over the despairing holt a devisive breeze...
As, of a sudden, on the edge of swirling darkness -
Showered particles upon vapourous ethers so violently seized!

Oh the hissing bolts of sizzling electrons -
Brilliance of colours like a dying meteors last rites!
Anti-Graviton paradox of mastered equational conundrum 
Igniting the latent freeze within winters sharp night.

Radiant orb held aligned by polar-opposites forceful lines,
Spinning upon a singular point with such consummate ease;
Roaring furiously liken fabled dragon of Arthurian legend,
Hot breath licking across lines of illuminated trees.

Momentary seconds that crept alongside an age enraptured
Amidst tumbling thoughts of  - "Just another Alien abductee"!
Then, gently tilting starboard, accelerating smoothly away,
Vanishing over the stacks and tiled rooftops of nearby Walton-Lea.

Often have i wistfully pondered in ever hopeful, watchful years:
What was it so witnessed as it hung before me in suspended flight?
And - with many cramming thoughts - groping for answers sought -
Recalling the wondrous moment of such an awe-inspiring sight!

Lie, Truth, & Reality

I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
                       floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present

Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely

This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
     engulfing any new light on unseen horizons

Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
 apprehensive only in love's pursuits
   timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter

This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
     suffocating the man you would love...if you knew

This Woman's Prayer

I pray not for power or place, only for the 
simple grace to look my neighbors in the face.
I seek not for silver or gold but only for the peace of God that brings
contentment to the soul.
I pray for the devotion and virtue of Ruth.
For the wisdom to take kindly the counsel of years and 
gracefully surrender the things of youth.
For the courage of Esther I pray as before the king she 
stood that day.
Father, give me a will and heart to be all you created me to be, and prosper 
my hands to your work accordingly. 
I pray that my life be an example of Proverbs thirty-one.


Premium Member Missing You

Missing You

The wind whispers and I focus my heart to hear.
Are you sending me your words? 
Your thoughts? 

I can think of nothing…but you. 
My days are empty, and the clock moves slowly, 
if not backward in reverse,
when I am not looking. 
I hate time.
It has never been my friend, 
It is not now. 

The big man at the front will not tell me where you are. 
He is cold and wears many colors on his vest. 

It is okay. 
The reality is enough. 
You are safe, as “He” knows your venue, your place. 
Angels are at your side, “His Love, His Grace”…
Prayed accordingly for you. 
Daily!
The first when I wake, the last when I sleep.  

Swift return my love.  
Soldiers take chances, but be smart. 
Be fast, accurate and on the mark. 

I am waiting, we are here. 
Come home…
We cheer!
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You Need To Know

YOU NEED TO KNOW


To live the life of attraction

You really need to take this action

First of all you need to know

Where your thoughts are you shall go

Be aware of all you think

Your thoughts are where you’ll find the link

Your thoughts are the link to state of bliss

The keys to glory that can’t be missed

Who is it that you want to be

Act on that thought accordingly

For when you do, with joy you’ll shout

That you’ve become what you think about!

What we think, we attract

Nothing ever has been so exact!

I live my life in this way you see

What ever I think I attract to me

I strive to fill my world with bliss

And always hold my thoughts to this

It’s not your genes that make up you

It’s what you’re thinking to be true!

We are the consequences of our thoughts

Think bliss my friend is what you ought

For in this state lies immense satisfaction

We become what we think about

It’s called the law of attraction!

Premium Member A Mix of Emotions and Nature

The emotions and nature intertwine setting our mood,
Plan each day accordingly for the changing of one's attitude.

The silence within is quiet 
        like the newly fallen snow,
The happy thoughts within are discovered 
        like the flowers that begin to grow.

The anger of struggles within is a rage 
        like the thunderous storms,
The confusion unsettled within is everchanging 
        like the chameleon that constantly transforms.

The surprise emotions within stir
	like the gust of cold wind moving endlessly,
The sorrow within causing pain is unbearable
	like the destruction of the awaken tornado that impacts the land 
        tremendously.

The comforting gestures that calm our soul within are created
	like the spectacular rainbow display igniting joy,
The sadness forms suddenly within is overflowing
	like the flooding waters of rainstorms that annoy.

The scared feelings which fear takes over within is depressing
	like a dangerous hurricane taking away our livelihood,
The peace that one longs for within is awoken
	like the beautiful sunset that leaves one feeling good.


Premium Member Law and Order

So, it starts years ago, with protests in the streets
People allowed to lay on the road, block traffic
Then, start fires, attack police, as they’re told to stand down!
Criminals with 18+ offenses free to roam as they please
Thousands others were released from prisons by Obama
Illegal immigrants were allowed to surge into our country
All while violating laws, without consequence!

Now, we have a new president accused of obstruction
While Congresswoman Pelosi, obstructs congress
Withholding articles of impeachment, after the vote!
Hollywood actors and actresses are threatening our president
Even offering to accept money to assassinate him, take his head!
All of this without consequence!

We have the group ANTIFA attacking supporters at rallies
Assaulting people, spitting in their face, without consequence
Then, we have sanctuary cities protecting illegal immigrants
They don’t even allow ICE to do their job accordingly!
Instead, they release them onto our streets to be free,
With prior records of rape and murder!


Now, we have all these problems with Iran happening
But if you look back in time, Obama sent 1.7 billion dollars
He sent the money on pallets to Iran, funneled to terrorists!
All of this was without consequence, no accountability!
This is only touching upon part of what is happening 
These are things happening in the United States!
We are losing law and order and without it we will fall!

Heidi Sands

1/7/20

Premium Member To Thine Own Self Be True: A Mountain's Lesson

Just as a mountain, with its ancient, stony heart, does not try to be a shifting dune or a winding river, but stands in its own immense truth, so must the self stand in its own immutable nature. 

It does not mimic the gentle slope of the foothills, nor envy the ocean’s fleeting tides.  It is simply itself, forged of its own earth and rock, with a single purpose: to endure.

And just as the mountain’s shadow must fall, so does sincerity follow from this internal truth.  The mountain, honest to its very core, casts a shadow that is an unfailing reflection of its own form.

The shadow does not lie; it cannot be false to the mountain, for it is born of the mountain’s very existence.  In the same way, the shadow of a true self—our character, our deeds—must be an honest projection of our inner nature, impossible to betray.

So too does the mountain’s honesty reveal itself to the surrounding valley.  The valley does not question the mountain’s silence or its unyielding strength, for it understands that this is the mountain’s true state of being.

The rivers that carve its face and the trees that cling to its soil learn its boundaries and its seasons, and they grow accordingly.  There is no deceit, no shifting foundation, only the certainty of what is.

In this way, all who interact with the mountain know its reliable truth.  To thine own self be true, and your shadow will never mislead; others will learn to trust the mountain’s steadfast presence, and it must follow, as the night the day, that you cannot be false to any man.

Premium Member A Walk

It matters not where you live, it could be Italy or Greece.
No matter where you live, a walk will give you peace. 

It matters not the troubles in your mind, which come and go of a varied kind
A simple walk is all that’s needed, to clear those thoughts, I find. 

It matters not whether the sun shines, or whether it rains or hails,
You can dress yourself accordingly, venture out and see what prevails.

It matters not your age, whether you be young or old,
You can nod your head, acknowledge everyone, if you care to be so bold. 

It matters not whether you be rich or whether you be poor,
A walk is always free, so venture out, go on, open your door!!

Utilize Your Time Wisely

Utilize your time wisely 
Do not waste it away
Moments come and go accordingly 
Make the best of every day 
Have it on your mind 
To achieve your goal 
Empower yourself respectfully 
And emancipate your soul

A Virtuous Woman

A Virtuous Woman 
  
There are different types of women 
As you may very well know 
I am here to talk about her,
 And her goodness I will show 
A virtuous woman is
 And talks of good things, 
 The joy of her love is strong, 
And happiness it will bring 
She works with her hands and 
Takes good care of her home 
She comforts her husband
 When he is feeling alone. 

She teaches her children and
 Trains them very well 
There is so much to be said 
About a virtuous woman but 
Not enough time to tell.
 Proverb 18 and 22 said; 
Whosoever finds a wife, 
Which is a woman,
 Find a good thing and obtain 
Favor in the Lord; 
They will remain together
 Till death do them part. 

A virtuous woman is not
 Slothful in business 
And serving the Lord 
Doing wrong will not be 
Found in her mind, 
Or even in her heart. 
Her husband trust her 
Every step of the way,
 He will never let her go
No matter what you say.

 She dresses accordingly 
To make her husband proud
She speaks with a gentle
 Voice, not very loud. 
She is always doing things to
 Get her husband praise, sometimes 
Just watching her
 Will keep him so amazed. 

A virtuous woman is strong 
And worth more than
 Rubies itself; and when
 Her family hurt, she 
Hurt more herself. 
A woman shall be praised
 If she is a woman that 
Fear the Lord. A virtuous woman 
Qualifies with mind, spirit,
 Soul, and heart.

Premium Member The Repeat of Fate



"The Repeat of Fate"

Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued 
fast as a succubus to its walls

rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the loveless hymn’s
continuous tin-hitting torrent to breathe
and it fills its chanting monkish boned gutters 
with pages of leaves, rivulets cascade
burning like copper-coloured tears
like rusty blood the signature stains
down and over and through 
its windows’ broken panes
pink-eyed writing stories, still life,
falling like laced crimson snowflakes
melting to sleet the messy sludge 
sliding down its unchaste whitewashed sides
to be scraped away the scarlet lye
and underneath the nails that pierce
the sharp words tightly furled

like Rochester waits
torn on his wuthering 
cliffs of heath;

which one am I?
which word?
which name?

the repeat of fate?

Unsaved by the Wildfell grace,
a small but loud device 
runs with its unthinking heartless mouth.

On Pendle
a daughter seals her 
mother’s fate;

too soon 
it is opened,

the closed Malkin gate


Candide Diderot. ‘25





“Jennet Device, Daughter of Elizabeth Device, late wife of John Device, of the Forrest of Pendle aforesaid widow, confesseth and saith, that her said mother is a witch, and that this shee knoweth to be true; for, that shee had seens her spirit sundrie times come unto her said mother in her owne house, called Malking-Tower, in the likenesse of a browne dogge, which shee called Ball; and at one time amongst others, the said Ball did aske this examinates mother what she would have him to doe; and this examinates mother answered, that she would have the said Ball to helpe her to kill John Robinson of Barley, alias Swyer: by helpe of which said Ball, the said swyer was killed by witch-craft accordingly; and that this examinates mother continued a witch for these three or foure yeares last past.”




lye/lie.

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source
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Trending Change

Inflicted is this society
Of depicted truths to matter 
Does it matter
When every life doesn't matter to the same accord

Accordingly, slavery was abolished 
To what effect when our minds are currently enslaved
When the only awakening comes from the mourn of graves 

Theres so much to be saved, this is known
Every life does matter
Yet the matter has no volume to skin tone

When the only way is the only way
To band together
Ensuring the importance never fades
In creating the trending phase
Of change 

Important Phrase!
Black Lives do matter
Our skin far from white 
So the minority as a whole must also lather
The will to stand up for this pigmented matter

Black, White, Hispanic 
What ever you may be
We are all created in light of a womb
To the luck of a swim up stream 
In similarity of the blood we bleed
N the placenta we once did feed

Linked in red  
The blood shed of our being

Premium Member Understanding Reconciliation

Sometimes fundamentalist Christians
Give the expression “to be saved”
All you need to do is “repent”
Meaning to give up your sinful ways

This sentence from the Gospel of St. Mark
May seem to support this perspective
Trouble is
It all depends on what you mean by “repentance”
“Sin”

Some Catholics seem to limit their understanding of sin to a legalistic one
Where disobeying a law, rule
Or Commandment is what sin is all about – period
It maybe more balanced

Spiritually beneficial to understand
As any behavior that breaks or weakens
One’s relationship with Eternal God
Neighbor or oneself

A healthy understanding of the Sacrament of Reconciliation
Based on the insight that reconciliation with Eternal God happens in
Through reconciliation with the faith community that is the Church

Accordingly
One may sin
By either doing something
Or not doing something

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