The busy dials of day start to fade,
As quiet heals the choices we’ve made.
We breathe ourselves into a stillness deep,
Where our heavy thoughts are now asleep.
The universe rings out a hidden chord,
A tapestry where silent truths are poured.
Through layers of the world we rarely see,
There lives a vast and shining mystery.
A person stands, a welcoming doorway,
To catch a whisper from far, far away.
Two distant spheres of life will meet,
And elusive currents turn discrete.
Great concepts turn to language and to art,
As ancient magic speaks to every heart.
Our fragile hands and voices meet the call,
To bring a healing comfort to all.
Yet if this doorway spans the stars above,
Or winds through human thoughts of hope and love,
The truth behind the magic stays concealed—
To doubt or to believe, your choice is sealed.
Ritual for prosperity
"Golden cord, bright and bold,
Turn my efforts into gold.
Tie the luck and lock it fast,
Make this newfound plenty last.
Negative tides must now recede,
Success is sown in every bead."
Best written and kept by thread
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Manifestation~
the quiet violence of roots
splitting rock, the way light
bends around a thing
until the thing becomes
the light.
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First, it was the itch~
the kind that lingers
like a word stuck
on the tip of the tongue.
Then came the naming:
I want—soft at first,
a whisper to the dark,
a match struck in an empty room.
But wanting is a seed
with teeth. It gnaws
through doubt’s thin soil,
roots deep in the belly’s heat.
I fed it daylight,
moonlit hours, the salt
of my sweat. I carved
its shape into the air
until the air carved back.
One morning, I woke
and found it kneeling
beside me—real as rain,
heavy as a promise kept.
And I remembered:
every wish was once
a hunger
that refused to starve.
Landing on a bed
With three women present
What was I to do
But be pleasantly
....surprised
As I began to witness
To the life I had led
Mirrors began to appear
Were lies were bread
...devoured
Throughout the rooms
Forgiven rang the bell of TRUTH
The glass shattered
As the souls remembered youth..ful
....peace
A flash of a chuppah
LOVE's promise of fidelity
An angel touching a ring
And a digit bearing His name
....union
Questions rest in knowing
Desire yields to flow
Boredom takes a seat
Activity runs in sync with the whole
...community
Manifested
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-26-2026
Mud lines my way
In a field of concrete
Where you live and where I watch.
Let me walk - or rather writhe -
Past pillars of flesh,
Your flesh,
And sniff human smells
Of sweat and gold and sleep.
This is your garden of my earthly delights.
You squash me with damp paper.
I curl before your door and wait.
Will your door ever open?
I watch through fogged panes
Your daily life -
Perhaps when you lift your shirt too -
I do not think my head will regret
The sordid sights of my soul.
I ache.
Do not tell me my karma,
I too see my heart lift the feather.
O how I dare.
Dare to touch lips and dare to talk,
Dare to lock eyes and dare to walk.
Do not tell me my karma.
You squash me with damp paper.
You open your door above me
I scuttle through.
My wet cerci and my hard thorax
Leave no cause for concern.
I do not think you will see me.
Do not tell me my karma.
I am the yellow cockroach
You squash with damp paper.
in ever-increasing streams light beams
truth of cosmos where we exist
joy a fundamental quality
holding love’s frequency
to express harmony
removing errors
knowing rises
in silence
visioning
ONE
MIND
victory obtained
flow letting outcomes go in wisdom
I'm invested in my destiny
I will not be denied
But in the event of failure
At least I can say I tried
Can you say the same for self?
Most people will lie
Consistence and persistence
Is the true test of time
The ingredients of manifestation
Are execution and intention
Will and determination
Coupled with tunnel vision
The simple equation for winning
Find out where you come up short
The inexperienced will feel failure
But it’s an inevitable necessity of sorts
We don’t start with the answers
But through trial and error
You’ll develop a system
That will take you there
So never give up
Nothing worthwhile comes easy
You won’t believe what you’ll obtain
From simply just believing
thoughts need inspiration to move from contemplation to fruition
manifestation of your imagination, create your own dream
haiku : manifestation process
heart whispers symbols
mindful make intentions, plans ~
action complete, sleep
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ACTION
Complete
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Where beauty nests in routine,
Where passion and order dance as equals,
Where every small choice
Creates the geometry of a life well-lived.
Our hands, through them they have led us to magnifcence.
Perfectly constructed. The thumb, essential, part of the team but not like the others.
The leader? Maybe.
These hands that were raised to be heard, to clear the smoke so we could see.
These hands that made their mark so others could too.
The hands that sheltered your eyes so you could see the horizon and make real that
which was yet to be seen.
They held on but knew when to let go.
These hands.
These hands that showed grace and humility so others could be lifted, are the hands that
are never forgotten when it's time to change your world.
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'These Hands' are a celebration and a plea to pause for a moment to recognise the
potential for joy that is held in our hands.
Designed to bring into being thought, desire and will - the ability within to create.
To be revered, for a simple move can afect unimaginable change. That power lies within
us all.
These hands tell the story of humanity.
These Hands.
I don't chase, I attract.
The Magick I seek is already in my hands.
I met with the High Priestess at 4:20,
The only thing she said was that money is coming.
And I have no doubt in my faith,
But she showed me something anyway.
She has hosts of armies of eyes in the sky.
Through a different pair, she showed me mine
And I saw a shift in the paradigme.
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