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Inspired by "Under the same sky". This is the theme for the September Edition of Cultural Reverence. Thanks to CULTURAL FIESTA and Sukanto Roy for your inspiration and support.
We live under the same sky
(We feel our love and light fantastic)
By Michelle Morris
19/08/2025
There's a revolution happening
It's happening around the world
Enlightenment and evolution
The raising of our souls from the void
The spreading of joy and hope
The spreading of love and light
The spreading of truth and Integrity
The spreading of beauty and kindness
We all live under the same sky
We are all connected by our moon and stars
We are all kept alive by our special sun
We are all unique souls in this universe vast
Look up at the stars tonight
Look up and see them shine
Look in and feel your heart warming
Look in and know our connection divine
For you and I are a part of it
You and I are connected in light
You and I are connected in love
You and I are connected in right
We are the revolution
We can break free from the matrix ways
No chains can bind our hearts and minds
It's time for our leadership to be brave
So, keep shining your light each day
Keep being part of the miracles for which we pray
Keep being the difference you want to see
Keep elevating your soul's ways
Yes, we live under the same sky
We share the same universe and the same magic
We are connected across space and time
We feel our love and light fantastic
© Michelle Morris, 2025
What If
You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control you through fear, lies, and manipulation and deception, but you don't realize it's happening.
That these people have been planning this a long time and they are incredibly smart, evil, rich and powerful.
That they are the people that you trust, listen to, appreciate, and admire.
That they are many years ahead of you in technology and they have gathered so much information on you, that your privacy doesn't exist.
That they control the economy, your food, your water, your money, and through the false narratives on television your mind.
That they are so evil that you in your worst thoughts, could not fathom their evilness.
That their goal is to depopulate the world from 7.8 Billion people to 5 hundred million.
How you might ask? Through your food, vaccinations, chemtrails, your water, medications, lack of health care, and many other ways.
That they want a data bank on everyone on earth through your dna and tracking, and tracing devices.
There are many of us and few of them, so they want to monitor us at all times so we can't retaliate when we realize what they are doing to us.
After they give us our freedom back with conditions, they will bring us back to our prisons at home with another plandemic.
Then they will tell us that if we want our freedom we have to first be tested and then vaccinated.
Later they will say that your money carries the virus and they will bring in the cashless society. Why? If you don't go along with the program, they shut off your funds.
That they want to disarm us, take our weapons so we can't fight back. Canada just banned assault weapons, U S A will follow.
Henry Kissinger said, You want to control the masses, you control their food and their money, and they will do anything you ask.
My friends welcome to, THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
Go to YouTube. Everyday they take down their videos to censor them. Warn others like I have warned you.
Off The Grid With Doug and Stacy
YouTube.
Dr Sherri Tenpenny Brighteon.com
Tell all that you love and tell them to tell ten others. So forth and so on. God bless you all we are in this together...
Michael Tor
thank you Lord for the gifts in my life.
the farah fawcett, the michael jackson my willy wonka,the muhamad ali, the al green.
the prince, the babyface, the elvis presely, the johnny taylor and b.b. king.
the john wayne, the charton heston, the sophia loren. the paul newman, the alfred hitchcock,
the spike lee. the bruce lee, the jackie chan. the david carradine, the johnny carson, the ed
mcmahon, the aretha franklin, the whitney houston. the last batman movie, the matrix
trilogy, the terminator. starwars, indiana jones, dark shadows, star trek, the twilight zone,
cassablanka. the billy joel, the kiss, the aerosmith, the sting. heatwaves greatest hit, the
temptations, the stylistics, the marvin gay. the sugar ray robinson, the roberto durran, the
walter payton, the o.j. simpson trial and marcia clark. the clint eastwood, the brook sheilds,
the richard pryor, the redd foxx, and joan rivers. the rodney dangerfield, the tiger woods
the michael jordan and ozzie smith. the johnny cash the garth brooks. the left behind series,
the internet. the rodney storts; an old preacher that died. and all my childhood heros and
stars. but mostly thank you Jesus for dying on that cross
Where goest thou soul?
have you split again
into your kaleidoscope frame
in the body so vestigial contained
what if there is not one Other
but many that enter inside
waiting to stake claim
Where goest thou poet?
the higher self penned
it seems you have been contracted
to Groundhog Day again and again
Perhaps you are God, and in you the Matrix,
many souls enter your vessel
like a hotel door rotates and it swings
Where goest thou observer?
you stare at a wall, praying
like a wailing wall waits
for its prayers to be called,
head bowed, knocking, knocking, thrice knocking,
the mind opens its humble Shushan Door
where its Eastern side unsealed, shines so much more
and in walks The Stranger
the reading and writing of messages, bled
palms outheld, barefeet marked,
you have inherited the stigmata
all of a sudden you understand
you have been bookmarked,
alike for a while, shelved to be read
when It counts,
at the closing moment
of the main truth, the do and the dare
you are seated as if religiously waiting in Sunday school
passing and failing the tests, and failing again,
The Stranger smiles
as if you are the only one that imagines
The Stranger Is there,
The Stranger notes the notes you are passing back and forward again,
the teacher out front, has their back turned again, unaware
you pass The Stranger a note,
on it is written, “Get me the Hell out of here.”
The Stranger laughs and agrees
I follow The Stranger's lead like a child waits for a Saviour
to save the day, make it cool -
not a word spoken, yet the exchange, clearly heard,
the Door is wide open, and
out in the playground I am
again, throws me the ball,
I take the shot
The Stranger’s no fool
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Shushan/Golden Gate.
Inspired by the new way... Our way!
Blessings, Love and Light.
You are a Miracle in Action
By Michelle Morris
17/05/2025
In a world where everything is rushed
Slow down...
Don't get sucked into this Matrix
Don't be fooled by the daily grind
Too many of us were taught to work hard
To give up freedom and dreams
To give up creativity and curiosity
All for the sake of jobs and things
Those companies we worked hard for
Those managers we showed loyalty to
They gave us up in less than a heartbeat
Put profits and greed before Values or Truth
Those governments we trusted
People in power who pretended to know better
They let us down time and time again
Until we're here - a world of chaos and endings
You are not in the Matrix
(Unless you choose to stay there)
You are not disposable
(Unless you never choose your own Path)
Take a moment or many today
Slow down and feel your heartbeat
Slow down and feel your emotions
Slow down and surrender to your Joy
Feel everything you want to feel
Feel everything you need to feel
Feel everything you long to know
Feel everything that will help you grow
Let that process lead your way
Let the transmutation of emotions happen
Let your Heart and Soul heal your Being
Look inwards and know your Meaning
What is your Truth?
What is your Path?
What is your Purpose?
What is your Task?
You are here for a reason
You may have forgotten but it's there
Deep inside your Soul
It's waiting to be ignited and shared
Slow down and surrender
Slow down and choose it now
Slow down and know you are protected
Slow down and embrace your Crown
The blessings that you seek
Those things that will raise your vibration
It's all part of your Magic
Because you are a Miracle in Action
So, in a world where everything is rushed
Slow down and surrender it all
Feel free, feel the Light, release the Darkness
And let your Soul glow evermore
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Birth in a world of drama, fear, chaos, and confusion
Which dominates the masses to cast a sickly illusion
Looking pass, beneath, between, beyond and above
Deciphering the codes of life that left out pure love
Seers see it all; its not about gifted to see the the future
Seeing through the veil what I labeled the matrix suture
What is this thing called a planet, the world, or earth
Disagreements over if its flat, round or what its worth
Are we here to love, learn or created as slaves for all trades
Fights over culture and race, purposely created in all shades
Hermits seek truths; its not only about a loner or solitude
Receiving answers from the Source with depth and magnitude
Labyrinth of life can be painful, spiritual, comical, and stillness
Teaches wisdom, strength, balance, courage, and wholeness
It can also be played as a deceitful, shady, and backstabbing game
To those chose money over growth in exchange for fortune and fame
When you have no soul growth your fortune from fame can be snatched
Trusting and grouping with rouge type people being codependent or attached
Here to learn about the soul with no honest transparent mentors
Most switched focus on the financial game and profiting centers
Those choose to slave for lifestyle, pride, monies and status
Waking up to be trendy influencing false hope, attitude callous
There are some who give transparent truth for faith and hope
Encouraging their followers not to give up and get help to cope
A lot of division has been casted through several forms of envy and hate
I take a personal responsibility to speak and teach unity; its not too late
I ask those who read this to take part, play a role to speak up and out
No matter how small the action is, it matters without shadow of a doubt
I will continue to speak, teach, express love for myself as well for others
My journey was worth the healing and lessons was to help those who suffers.
The Prophecy:
An ordinary December morning
extraordinary hopes in white,
streets adorned with snowflakes
embellished in red crystal dreams.
She boarded her cab to airport,
awaited holidays had arrived.
From carousels of Tokyo city
to sledges in the Alps, a while.
Roads blocked in snowfall,
eh, just a glitch in the matrix.
An hour early was a wise decision
she couldn't miss her flight,
home calling season it was.
But oh the flight was delayed
by seven hours for clear weather.
'It'd be a roller coaster ride',
her roommate had read a horoscope.
The tiresome day had just begun.
The Adventure:
A birdie spreading new wings
exploring corners of terminal,
unexpected fascination at stalls
infant desires of relaxation.
Strangers seemed welcoming
a town thriving with journeys
she traveled for 10 hours
without moving geographically.
At last announcements made
she boarded with nostalgia,
the journey to her homeland
began with a gleaming dusk,
golden sunset kissing adieu
to sequins of ocean waves.
She read a verse or two
then dozed off with clouds.
A feather travelling afar
in alluring worldly delight.
The Glitch in the Matrix:
Until they had to pause,
just an intermediate stop
where she stepped out to stroll
retracing steps to board again
caught in freezing showers.
Warm at night, she shivered
longing for her cushioned bed.
A long interesting day though
she wouldn't want it again.
With lilac morning whispers
it was time for her homeland.
Outside was a soothing warmth
veiled in white familiar gleam.
She finally cuddled in her bed
with mother's handmade meal.
Woke up to a cup of coffee
and checked for calls on phone.
Gosh! It was still yesterday
dreaded to repeat she'd forgotten,
her body had traveled in past
Alas! It was a different time zone.
~A True Story
September 2, 2020
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Deep in meditation, I waited.
Breathing slow, soft and deep; I waited.
Then exploded on the inner screen
Such an image of the Divine Matrix
It took my breath away.
There sat I, alone, yoga posed and silent
And from my glowing body spanned
A multitude of galaxies, their cosmic webs and strands
Of multiplicitous energies, reaching away and beyond
Connecting with lifeforms unimagined, far-flung and incomprehensible.
Each pulsing thread bearing high voltage messages
And deepening awareness of connections within.
As above, so below.
Entangled.
Suddenly I knew I could generate change,
Be a force for good, love and plenty.
Because my threads of life, awareness, love and God Force
Reached out across the universes. I AM
Entangled.
As I am here, I am there, I am everywhere Present.
The threads of the Matrix weave the web of eternity,
forward and back, all the tomorrows, abundance or lack.
And so, revived, encouraged and super-conscious
I now can use the threads of the Matrix
To create, transform, transmute and rediscover
All the marvelous pieces of my shattered, scattered selves
into the golden threads of the Matrix.
Reborn, Renewed.
Entangled.
Copyright © Chula Fleming March 16, 2013
Lines reign rectangular beyond widely
sombre dour density of inhabitants
Living rendered responsible behind wisely
secure doors definitely insure us
Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry
Composite dismissed in driveway's reflection
Stranger to Earth's purposeful cycle
Continuum of plenty and scarcity
Cup overflows with options available
Convenience success declares to be
Money making matrix of tyranny
directs development's doctrine devours
Cataclysmic quick fix erect a thousand
nature inhibiting pattern of houses
Maze Ministers administer complacency
Tempered treacle assertions anethetise
Placated patients injected with necessity
Propel dominance of capitalism's rise
Studious city sews a hem pressed wide
Insidious greed knows a slow demise
Commodities local harvest would provide
Remote industry manoeuvre bulk supplies
Creek dipped reaching tree to residents listens
Combined myriad of incessant insects minuscule
Comical tousles, tasks of a toiling existence
Trials surmounted gain victories incremental
Environmentally in tune communities
easily trade effort borne resources
Trust, patience, guidance received
Compassion's fountain pours importance
Muscle of masses hinge bones as ligaments
Harvesting knowledge of fecundity's longevity
Endurance and learning with strength intersect
Woven contribution formulates society's liberty
Without ever consuming
bureaucratic butter or
sacramental bread, nor
coffee and latte.
She prefers spiritual
mystical fruits from space...!
This way she becomes
beyond stunning
for all...
With her mimetic smile,
melted words and
asthmatics hugs, she
is now a myth !
And so she operates
with virtue an symptomatic
way of talking
that broadcasts her now
agoraphobia absent...
All in her is impressive...
and i say with love :
"It is marvelous to be
by her side because
she makes me feel
geometrically misaligned
with this world i live"
With her it is alike living
in Matrix.