“God, I seek higher places, better places, places of love. Take me with You, to travel by Your side. Help me to see the unseen and understand the unknown. Show me Your wonders and teach me Your ways. Help me to unlock the secrets of my mind, which You have created. Help me to know my soul, and Yours. Lift the veils for me to go where You go. Amen.”
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“Teach me, Father. Lead me, guide me, tell me who You are. Tell me who I am. Help me to discern Your voice, as I learn good judgement. Make my ways clear, as I follow Your ways. Show me new things and take me with You to the joys of discovery. Open my mind so it will be like Yours. I want to know. Amen.”
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The inspiration for this piece came to me while working on a new project. In writing for someone else, I learned something about myself. And I believe this lesson is meant for yet another. Thus, in gratitude, I pass the gift forward.
I am the Blue Cosmic Night. From the deep darkness I dream a new dream of abundant healing. Presence, and with my intuition, I transcend all. Today, for you, I bring forth the magic of the White Mirror.
The White Mirror hails from the cardinal direction of the North. Mirrors are the representation of all that is pure. All humans are innately pristine, as they are pieces of the Divine. There are those who falsely warn of the filthiness of humanity. The Mirror reflects only immaculate creation.
The Mirror shows our dark underworld to us, but it is as if to say “Look! Look upon yourself and all of your glory! Embrace all that is you, and nurture your darkness for it is part of the balance of all–yin and yang. Do not fear parts of yourself, and do not reject any pieces of the most holy human that is you. For you are created by a divine love, thus you are divine love!” White Mirrors are embodiments of a sacrificial self in service to all that is. The message is one of reflecting Truth.
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With great love,
Robin
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“Thank You for Your gift of grace. Your grace heals me, leads me, and empowers me. It teaches me. Lord, please forgive me for those moments when I forget, or neglect, to impart Your grace to others, because fear causes me to cling to it. I know Your grace is endless and limitless. My gratitude is deep and sincere. I will be a vessel for Your grace to pass through me, to bless others as it has blessed me. Amen.”
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“I know You are with me, I feel Your presence each and every moment. I see Your miracles everywhere, surrounding me with the knowing that You love me and are here to guide me and teach me always. I understand that You are my source, my shelter, and my comfort. I cry out to You from the experiences of my lowest human despair and grief, and You comfort me. I call upon You in my exaltation and successes, and You celebrate with me. I give thanks to You for all my blessings. I dedicate myself to follow Your teachings, and never forget who I am. I know that I was created by You to become a divine disciple, as are all others beside me, of Your creative and powerful agape love. I remind myself that I have been commissioned by You to carry on the great work of peace. Amen.”
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“Holy Spirit, God, Jesus, angels and saints, surround me at all times. Never leave me. Stay with me as I walk The Way. Divine Creator, may I remain focused, with my intention fixed on You always, never looking to the right or to the left. Let the sounds of sadness or trouble pass by me. Remain by my side with me through dangers. Hold my hand when I walk with You. Guard me with your protection and light, while I carry out our divine purpose. Raise me up on wings of power to cross over grief and tragedy. Let me embody the warrior who deflects the fiery darts. I will continue through all obstacles, to carry out my commission, every moment, of every day, with focused intention, always. Amen.”
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“Loving God, I will sing Your praises, and Your words of creation. I will speak blessings. Help me to speak love. My mouth is the cup of my heart, and it will run over with truth. Help me to choose words to edify, and to build. Before I speak, help me to give pause as I await Your whispers. Show me where I can bring Your message of peace. Amen.”
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The inspiration for this essay came to me in a dream of my grandfather. He was young again, and flashing a rare smile. He was a man of few words, so he took my hand to remind me how much he had loved me. And, still without words, I heard him remind me to “play”.
I long to hear the universal chord. The hum of the celestial bodies, each emitting a signatory vibrational sound, as identified some decades ago by Winfried Shumann. I wish to hear the singular sound of Mother Earth, my home frequency. Travelling through space, will I hear the tone of Mars, the note of Venus, and the pitches of the asteroids? What was the song of Maldek before it became the Asteroid Belt? Imagine, all of these heavenly notes, struck as one chord, a secret chord, which was created by the thought form of the supreme OM.
When will we hear the voices of heavenly hosts, as did the shepherds on the one holiest of nights? What sounds did David make, as he returned victorious and entered Jerusalem? His entourage played instruments, and David danced like a rock star, stripping off his shirt and coming into the city, bearing the sacred Ark of the Covenant. His was an audience of One.
Further, it is believed that David, himself, wrote this passage in Psalm 10: “Lord , thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:” (Psalm 10:17 KJVA.)
There is so much sound around us. It is mentioned hundreds of times in the Holy Bible. But listen closer now. Have we skimmed over the verses that refer to holy sound? Do we believe it is not meant for us, and our third dimensional physical ears to hear? But wait! Is is not written, many times: “He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.” (Gospel of Mark.)
Consider sonic weapons, and the deployment of them today. Here in our own country, it has been reported that sound warfare has been poised for use of crowd control in cities such as New York. It has been identified at Standing Rock and is used in municipalities without our even knowing. American Police and National Guard are authorized to use these resources on fellow Americans. We don’t actually hear it, or do we? These weapons cause illness, neurological problems, and long term disabilities. They are most certainly heard by us yet we are unable to discern the frequencies. Conspiracy theory? That is for another post.
In Deuteronomy, long before the arrival of the heroes of the New Testament, we learn that our bodily organs are special gifts for us to find God. “Yet the Lord hath not given you a heart to perceive, and eyes to see, and ears to hear, unto this day.” (Deuteronomy 29:4 KJVA.) What if our organs (also a name for a complex musical instrument) tones as do the planets? What would that sound like? Our human ears contain drums–could that have us hear the distant drumming of a shaman? Are the frequencies of our body vibrating with sacred melody–a beautiful cacophony of sounds heard only through the clairaudience of prayer? Do you hear what I hear?
As a child, I played classical piano. My parents indulged me in private lessons for many years. They bought me a supply of original music composed by the greatest masters: Beethoven, Brahmns, Chopin, Bach, and Mozart were among my favorites. Using an amazing technical gift, I would turn one page after another, scan the manuscript, and play. It would take years for my tiny hands to be able to span the octaves, but I could read and play. That was my purpose while intimately connected to my piano, a cherished gift from my grandfather. The sounds, the vibrations, the combinations–all were messages to me. Hour after hour, I embarked on a wondrous world of mystery, a voyage into the enlightened mind of the composers, and engaged a methodology for downloading the codes of the heavens into my little form, sitting on a high stool (which I occasionally fell off of) at that enormous piano. This, to me, was holy sound. I knew I had found the secret chord.
Let us speak now of crying out to God, and hearing His call. In my post about becoming and return I wrote of a cycle such as this (see the short musings called (Reflections and revelations–one loss). We call out, and He answers. This is the style of Call and Response, as were the spirituals of the deep south (this is part of Chapter 18 Words, in my first book, Pray Without Ceasing). Now I ask: does He cry out to us, and we respond? What does our call sound like, to God? How does He hear our cry? If we do not receive answers to our prayers, is it because He has not heard us? Is this possible? Or must we learn to hear His response? How can we hear through, or with, the ears of God? “Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” (Romans 8:26 KJVA.) Finally, the mystery of scripture once again refers to that which is hidden from us–or is it? Why don’t we know what we ought? Saint Paul spoke of the Spirit making sound and praying for us, since we do not do so correctly. Respectfully, I ask why? Why don’t we know how to pray? What are these groanings? Can we think of this in a different way? Is it possible that the Spirit which makes intercession for us is our own spirit, that part of the holy trinity that is the homo noospericus: the human as vehicle, as the merkaba? Perhaps the intercession is described for those who are asleep, as the New Testament often refers to. But for those who are awakened, they know how to pray, how to groan, and how to utter the things that God wants to hear. Therefore, for those who are awake, they hear the very utterances of God, Himself.
With great love,
Robin
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“God, You created mankind in Your image and likeness. Help us to be the manifestation of that which You intended. Strengthen us as we work to heal our relationships. We will look anew upon each other as partners, as holy and divine creations by You. We will nurture our families, and our communities, with compassion and wisdom. Guide us as we walk this Earth, in prayer, to serve as You have created us to do. Wipe clean our beliefs that keep us from following the paths of those who showed us the blessings of holy unions. Please, teach us as we renew our commitments to humanity, and as we dedicate ourselves to loving relationships. Make us whole, as we serve according to Your purpose. Amen.”
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The inspiration for writing this came to me during prayer, just after listening to a recording of a shaman’s channeled song to our Mother Earth.
The story of Exodus is familiar to all. The Chosen Ones, who were to carry the message of the One Creator to all people, had become enslaved by the Egyptians. This same nation of people had been invited, perhaps some four centuries earlier, by Joseph, during a massive time of famine.
Joseph, son of Jacob, through what is considered evidence of a master plan by God, had become chief advisor to the pharaoh. As Visier, Joseph knew well the political landscape of Egypt, and arranged for his family to settle in Goshen. It is recorded that the Egyptians had a contempt for shepherds, and Joseph chose Goshen as an area where his family, who were livestock farmers, would be insulated from that mentality.
Fast forward through a few generations, and now begins an enduring culture of exploitation according to race, which carries right into the 21st century. This paradigm has been imprinted upon our very DNA, as we continue to bring forward the distorted roles of division, suspicion, caste systems, and the roles of master and slave.
In a culmination of the long oppression of the Israaelites, the descendants of Jacob, arose, out of Goshen, a movement to overturn the inequitable treatment of a massive population. The Egyptian nome of Goshen now is the holy ground from where God’s people witness the coming of death to the evil ones, and life to the oppressed. Just before the final plague, it is recorded that within the darkness which was summoned by Moses, the Hebrews had light in their dwellings. Was this light by fire? Or True Light, spiritual light, enlightenment? There is no specific reference to the light other than the absence of such for the Egyptians. These powerful ones were now paralyzed by the intense darkness and remained sheltered in their homes for three days. Perhaps this event could be considered the foretelling of the three days of the underworld, where Jesus traveled before his resurrection. Or think now about Jonah, and his three days in the belly of the whale. And, finally, remember the three days of blindness which afflicted Saul, just before his profound conversion. This darkness held great power and served as a warning to all: we must live in light, or we can not live at all.
The spirit of the final plague, the tenth disaster, manifested throughout all of Egypt, save Goshen. The death of the masters had brought opportunity to the underclass. Flight was imminent, and as the Hebrews celebrated a forever changed Passover ceremony, they called upon their leader’s magick to once again deliver them to safety.
Lately, I have stood on mysterious ground, in Goshen Connecticut. A white buffalo had been born there in 2012. Many prophecies foretold the end of the world would occur on December 21st of that year. The birth of this animal represents a different story. The arrival of this unique member of this species, which made its appearance for the first time about 80 years, is nothing short of miraculous. The return of the white buffalo is a prophecy which was foretold by the legends of the Ascended Master White Buffalo Woman, who walked the plains of North America to bring a prophecy of peace to the First Nations. She is known in other cultures as well, but her holy purpose remains the same.
The history of Goshen, Connecticut ties it all together. Here is where we connect the dots, marvel at synchronicity, and experience the remembrance, once again, of a master plan. The white buffalo from Goshen, Connecticut has been transferred to a sanctuary in the northwest region of the United States. It was fascinating that some time after my visit to this area, I learned about the forced migration of indigenous peoples in that exact area, which took them to nearly the exact location of this white buffalo. The journeys, however, were far from similar.
The history of President Andrew Jackson’s Indian Removal Act, the subsequent Trail of Tears, the ensuing genocide and the general and intense oppression of these peoples is quite reminiscent of the biblical exodus. Yet now we consider the events here in America as those of forced exile, and not exit to freedom. Today, we see crises occurring in South American nations and people walking great distances with their families seeking asylum, as did the souls of Israel through Egypt’s long enduring Dynasty 12. Is America that beacon of hope and freedom? Or are we still captive to a paradigm of judgement and the weighing of value as it applies to other humans? Jackson is a leader that is directly associated with the remembrance of slavery and other forms of oppression. Can the dream of peace, manifested in the form of the rare white buffalo, help us to rewrite thousands of years of history? Before us stretches a new cycle–not an ending but a beginning. Those seeking freedom and safety see the future of a world without division, and without the creation of “reservations” for humans. Those who believe the prophecy see this future as well. It is there for the creating. All who understand must now participate in the birthing of a new timeline–one that we have not yet seen but, for now, is visited in the dreams of every human.
Notes: In the paradox of timeline existence, I wrote this piece backwards, one sentence in front of the previous one. The message was clear, as were the questions which fill my mind in the still dark, early mornings. Why do we weave legend and myth? Why do we recant stories? Some say the past no longer exists. Others claim we must rewrite the akashic histories of mankind. And yet do we not live in the now moment? Are we not called to presence, in order to serve and transcend that which needs the Light? Thus, what is the reason for this particular story–of slavery, of light and darkness, of a white buffalo? For those who see me in my truth, you know that, for me, all is purpose. Therein lies the story as reality–that of a New World, upon the New Earth–free from captivity and oppression. We are our own masters, and we are the magicians of light and Love. For us there is no victimhood, and no savagery. The sickness of war is forever behind us, in a dark timeline that has passed the end times marker. Do you not perceive it?
“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.” (Isaiah 43:19 KJVA)
Sounds from the One Source
The inspiration for this essay came to me in a dream of my grandfather. He was young again, and flashing a rare smile. He was a man of few words, so he took my hand to remind me how much he had loved me. And, still without words, I heard him remind me to “play”.
I long to hear the universal chord. The hum of the celestial bodies, each emitting a signatory vibrational sound, as identified some decades ago by Winfried Shumann. I wish to hear the singular sound of Mother Earth, my home frequency. Travelling through space, will I hear the tone of Mars, the note of Venus, and the pitches of the asteroids? What was the song of Maldek before it became the Asteroid Belt? Imagine, all of these heavenly notes, struck as one chord, a secret chord, which was created by the thought form of the supreme OM.
When will we hear the voices of heavenly hosts, as did the shepherds on the one holiest of nights? What sounds did David make, as he returned victorious and entered Jerusalem? His entourage played instruments, and David danced like a rock star, stripping off his shirt and coming into the city, bearing the sacred Ark of the Covenant. His was an audience of One.
Further, it is believed that David, himself, wrote this passage in Psalm 10: “Lord , thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:” (Psalm 10:17 KJVA.)
There is so much sound around us. It is mentioned hundreds of times in the Holy Bible. But listen closer now. Have we skimmed over the verses that refer to holy sound? Do we believe it is not meant for us, and our third dimensional physical ears to hear? But wait! Is is not written, many times: “He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.” (Gospel of Mark.)
Consider sonic weapons, and the deployment of them today. Here in our own country, it has been reported that sound warfare has been poised for use of crowd control in cities such as New York. It has been identified at Standing Rock and is used in municipalities without our even knowing. American Police and National Guard are authorized to use these resources on fellow Americans. We don’t actually hear it, or do we? These weapons cause illness, neurological problems, and long term disabilities. They are most certainly heard by us yet we are unable to discern the frequencies. Conspiracy theory? That is for another post.
In Deuteronomy, long before the arrival of the heroes of the New Testament, we learn that our bodily organs are special gifts for us to find God. “Yet the Lord hath not given you a heart to perceive, and eyes to see, and ears to hear, unto this day.” (Deuteronomy 29:4 KJVA.) What if our organs (also a name for a complex musical instrument) tones as do the planets? What would that sound like? Our human ears contain drums–could that have us hear the distant drumming of a shaman? Are the frequencies of our body vibrating with sacred melody–a beautiful cacophony of sounds heard only through the clairaudience of prayer? Do you hear what I hear?
As a child, I played classical piano. My parents indulged me in private lessons for many years. They bought me a supply of original music composed by the greatest masters: Beethoven, Brahmns, Chopin, Bach, and Mozart were among my favorites. Using an amazing technical gift, I would turn one page after another, scan the manuscript, and play. It would take years for my tiny hands to be able to span the octaves, but I could read and play. That was my purpose while intimately connected to my piano, a cherished gift from my grandfather. The sounds, the vibrations, the combinations–all were messages to me. Hour after hour, I embarked on a wondrous world of mystery, a voyage into the enlightened mind of the composers, and engaged a methodology for downloading the codes of the heavens into my little form, sitting on a high stool (which I occasionally fell off of) at that enormous piano. This, to me, was holy sound. I knew I had found the secret chord.
Let us speak now of crying out to God, and hearing His call. In my post about becoming and return I wrote of a cycle such as this (see the short musings called (Reflections and revelations–one loss). We call out, and He answers. This is the style of Call and Response, as were the spirituals of the deep south (this is part of Chapter 18 Words, in my first book, Pray Without Ceasing). Now I ask: does He cry out to us, and we respond? What does our call sound like, to God? How does He hear our cry? If we do not receive answers to our prayers, is it because He has not heard us? Is this possible? Or must we learn to hear His response? How can we hear through, or with, the ears of God?
“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” (Romans 8:26 KJVA.) Finally, the mystery of scripture once again refers to that which is hidden from us–or is it? Why don’t we know what we ought? Saint Paul spoke of the Spirit making sound and praying for us, since we do not do so correctly. Respectfully, I ask why? Why don’t we know how to pray? What are these groanings? Can we think of this in a different way? Is it possible that the Spirit which makes intercession for us is our own spirit, that part of the holy trinity that is the homo noospericus: the human as vehicle, as the merkaba? Perhaps the intercession is described for those who are asleep, as the New Testament often refers to. But for those who are awakened, they know how to pray, how to groan, and how to utter the things that God wants to hear. Therefore, for those who are awake, they hear the very utterances of God, Himself.
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