Psalm 7 – The Lion

The inspiration for this piece came to me the day after the full Wolf moon, in the 7th moon of the Mayan calendar, in this the year of the Yellow Electric Seed.  The tone is Resonant.

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“lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver”.  Psalm 7:2 KJVAAE

Immediately, the lion caught my attention.  At very unusual moments during the past four or five years, the lion has appeared to me as a spirit guide, a warning, an archetype, or a protector and comforter.  As I began to contemplate this verse and it’s association with the lion, I realized that some versions of the Holy Bible have been translated to completely omit the reference to the lion.

So, if I had been reading the Douay-Rheims Challoner Revision 1752, I would have seen this:  “O Lord my God, in thee have I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me.”  ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭7:2‬ ‭DRC1752‬‬

And the Complete Jewish Version says this:  “Adonai my God, in you I take refuge. Save me from all my pursuers, and rescue me;” Tehillim (Psa)‬ ‭7:2‬ ‭CJB‬‬

So what?  Is it that big a deal?  Maybe to some it is all about interpretation, and it really does not matter.  But to me, it matters a great deal.  When I went into deep meditation on this, all time stopped, all physicality faded away, and all that remained was raw, potent, emotion.  As an Empath, the vision of a lion tearing apart the very soul of one man living in secluded exile, was powerfully painful.  And yet I stayed, witnessed, and experienced.

And I continued to also ponder today’s Mayan oracle and a day of the Resonant tone.  What did that have to do with the lion of Psalm 7?  The roars of the great animal, and the cries of the psalmist resounded—together.  At once was the cacophony of man and beast, booming in a harmonious clash.  The sounds also carried emotions, that are now forever recorded in the secret gridwork of our planet.  The resonance carries on still, each time someone reads this passage.  This sound will never leave my ears, and it resonates within me for all eternity.  Read it again, and hear the terror and the agony.  Hear the power.  Which is the resonant voice of God?

And now I will try to transcribe what I learned this day.  During my journey through the Psalms, only seven days in, this one felt different and has taken me several days to write.  But I must finish.

The lion appears now because it represents fear.  The psalmist continues to be plagued by enemies.  On this day, the same holds true for me.  The plague is within my household, and it is the enemy.   It seeks to destroy, and tear apart our souls.  Who will deliver us?  In my prayers, I am reminded of the promises and the teachings of old.  I have made promises of my own, and now it is time to stand upon my pledges.  Courage.

I rule over the lion.  “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.” Genesis 1:26 KJVAAE.

I am prepared“And Moses said unto Aaron, Take a censer, and put fire therein from off the altar, and put on incense, and go quickly unto the congregation, and make an atonement for them: for there is wrath gone out from the Lord; the plague is begun.” Numbers‬ ‭16:46‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬.

I remember. “they saw not one another, neither rose any from his place for three days: but all the children of Israel had light in their dwellings.  ‭‭Exodus‬ ‭10:23‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬.

I have committed.  “And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”  ‭‭Joshua‬ ‭24:15‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬.

I trust in Godthere shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.  Psalm 91:10 KJVAAE.

I am secure.  And I have built my house upon the rock “Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:” Matthew‬ ‭7:24‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬.

Face the lion.  Embrace the lion.  Those were the final words that came to me.

All things are created in paradox—the lion mauls and kills, yet the lion also leads and protects.  The lion has no limiting beliefs and relies purely on his instincts, as should we.  Many people admire the lion’s reputation for great courage, and he is called King of his pride.  But I say, look to the female, for she is always at the ready to protect her cubs at all costs.  To the death, she will fight for them without a thought for her own life.  Can the presence of the lion be a sign of protection for those I love?  It is a confirmation that mothers everywhere would risk it all, to save their own.  Or is the lioness standing beside me in this moment of need, to pounce upon and kill my enemy?

In the traditional tarot, we see a card of the major arcana, Strength, depicting a lion and a woman.  This card brings in the element of fire, and is connected to the Sun.  It’s about our inner sun—heat, power, flame, and golden rays of invincible fortitude.  A couple of years ago, I transcribed a vision connected to the solar plexus (A Journey into the Crystal Core).  The drawing of the Strength card reminds us that we are powerful, yet gentleness is the force which will bring us to victory.

Has the lion appeared to you?  Do his roars resound throughout your world today?  Can you hear him, outside of your tent, pacing?  Is he hungry?  Perhaps he is waiting to tear apart your soul.  Who will save you?

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With great love,


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Psalm 6 – Blindness

The inspiration for this piece came to me during an intense ajna activation that lasted for three days. Just when I thought I had seen it all…

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“Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.”  ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭6:7‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

Grief.  Grief destroys our vision, and obfuscates our visions.  We are vexed, confused, in torment.   The psalmist cries out in anguish that his light is fading.  His enemies have destroyed the singleness of his eye.  Will he die in blindness?

“The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light. But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!”   ‭‭Matthew‬ ‭6:22-23‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

What was the sight that so devastated the Ajna of the psalmist?  Perhaps he had seen into his own burial chamber–the open throat sepulchre of Psalm 5.  Again he speaks of the esoteric meanings of particular body parts.  These human eyes had witnessed war, treachery, and hatred.  The beholder is in exile, with no other to look upon or to serve as a mirror.  All that he sees is that which surrounds him–circumstance.  And he sees what is within himself–fear, and shame.  Was this psalm written by the beloved David—the one who walked in God’s light for so long?  Desolation is everywhere, both within and without, and for that he grieves.  And now, in his condition of mourning, and in the absence of God’s light, his sight slips away.

Yet, things are not always as they seem.  King Saul had made an enemy of David, yet David was considered to be a man after God’s own heart–chosen, favored, holy.  “But now thy kingdom shall not continue: the Lord hath sought him a man after his own heart, and the Lord hath commanded him to be captain over his people, because thou hast not kept that which the Lord commanded thee.”  ‭‭1 Samuel‬ ‭13:14‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬.

Saul of Tarsus, not so much.

Here now I reference Saul again, but this is a different Saul.  Not a king, but a killer.  Not a warrior and a ruler, but an educated, angry man with authority.  The two come full circle.  King Saul was ordained by God, yet a blackness consumed his heart, and his reign ended in tragedy and suffering.  Things were not as they appeared.  Blinded by jealousy, further fueled by grief after Jonathan’s death, King Saul descended into an internal hell. I wonder, is this the experience of which the psalmist laments?  Consumed by grief, both David and King Saul have lost sight of God.

Now comes the different Saul.  The two are similar in many ways (but that remains for a different essay), yet so vastly different concerning their worldly outcomes.

“As for Saul, he made havoc of the church, entering into every house, and haling men and women committed them to prison.” Acts‬ ‭8:3‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

Saul of Tarsus, and his entourage, marched toward Damascus on a directive.  The followers of Jesus had gained momentum.  Fear and death, unexpectedly, had not stopped the disciples from continuing the work.  Blinded by rage, Saul became ruthless in his cruelty.  He was relentless in his quest to destroy the message of peace that was carried in the hearts of those believing in the Christ Consciousness.  Like so many of us, Saul was blind to his own blindness.  Little did he know that he would soon see the light.  It was the light of God, and the showing of the Christ, that was intolerable for a man living in darkness.  After experiencing the Consciousness through a dramatic event, Saul continues to experience blindness, but in a new and shocking way.  For three days, Saul fasts in his mourning.

Yes hope remains—perhaps out of reach for the fallen king as mentioned earlier, but still present for the psalmist and the new creature Paul.  And now we must ask—who caused the blindness for these men?  Was it the enemies, or perceived enemies?  Was it God?  Or, the only possibility that remains is this:  each human holds within, the propensity to cause and surrender to their own blindness.  Both of these men had lost the singleness.  They had turned off the God’s Eye.  Whether victim or perpetrator, the Eye must remain focused.

After the shocking incident, and after the three days resembling those of Jesus in the burial chamber, Saul is relieved of his darkness.  Things were not as they appeared, as the curse he was under began to evolve into a blessing.  Like a snake, his human eyes outgrew and shed the old, and he became new.  “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”  ‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:17‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬. Saul was now Paul, and his conversion was complete.

But what becomes of the musician of Psalm 6?  Watch and see.

In closing, I share a very personal story that has never been told.  I will never forget the feeling of spiritual chills resonating throughout my whole body, when I was a small child watching the Disney animated film, Peter Pan.  I was probably around six or seven years old.  To my horror, Tinkerbell had snatched a concealed bomb out of the hands of an unsuspecting, and quite dismissive, Peter Pan.  In shock, I watched as Tinkerbell was consumed by rubble after the explosion.  But, in true Disney style, the beautiful little pixie was alive.  The most impactful moment was, at least to me, when I heard Peter Pan’s desperate and remorseful voice call to her:  “Don’t go out!”  My entire little body jerked to attention, my young mind began to race, and a realization overcame me.  As long as we are alive, our light shines everywhere, and for everyone.  Our waning light could mean life or death, even spiritual life or death, for another.  Stay lit, my friends.  Our light represents God, as seen by all who look at humanity through the God’s Eye.  From that moment on, the heroic, insolent, tiny pixie with a huge attitude became a folk hero for children everywhere.  But for me, it may have been just a little bit different.

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With great love,


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Psalm 5 – Buried Secrets

The inspiration for this piece came to me on an ordinary day, thus reminding me that no thing, and no day can ever be considered ordinary.  I was shown the blue burial chamber—the throat chakra.

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“For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; Their inward part is very wickedness; Their throat is an open sepulchre; They flatter with their tongue.”  Psalm 5:9

Beyond the azure gateway lie all sorts of evils.  Putrification, rancidness, and the decay of our souls are hidden away from sight.  Here is where we would become revealed, and the world would witness our heinous thoughts and actions.  We must keep the chamber closed.  This is Bluebeard’s castle, where the corpses of murdered wives are strewn.

The psalmist sings of those who are full of death, through their words and deeds.  Yet, irony is present as the psalmist also utters a curse, and his request to God for destruction.  Even in our victimhood, and in our seemingly pious reverence for God, still the blue chamber holds malediction.  The very human condition of duplicity is expressed even amidst the most reverent of words. “Destroy thou them, O God; let them fall by their own counsels; Cast them out in the multitude of their transgressions; for they have rebelled against thee. “ Psalm 5:10.

What will others see when you roll away the stone from the sepulchre?  You are exposed, and all inward parts become known.  There is no burial room deep enough for all of the parts that are repulsive to us, including our own depravity.  We hide our anger, our lies, our resentments, and our ill wishes.  But they are only behind a veil, as diffuse radiation of the sky, as Rayleigh Scattering, as a smokescreen for Truth.  What is the true meaning of Blue?

But let us think anew.  The cave of secrets has been a place of restoration, renewal, and resurrection.  From a sepulchre, Jesus brought forth his beloved friend, Lazarus.  On the Third Day, the man Jesus demonstrated the Christ Consciousness which could defeat the death of the flesh.  Can we understand that Death has no hold?  What is the true meaning of Death?

Perhaps the answer can be found.  As Ezekiel bore witness, the valley of dry bones, a massive death site, became a place of life, and hope.  “Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.”  ‭‭Ezekiel‬ ‭37:4‬. God spoke Truth.  Ezekiel became the vessel, and death was no more.  What is the true meaning of Prophesy?

The throat chakra is where we find the power of words, of song, and of expression of all sorts.  It governs the condition of the physical body as well—mouth, tongue, lips, vocal cords, teeth, ears, and jaw.  The throat reveals our spoken love, our sounds of affection, our ability to hear the angels, and what lies within our hearts.  And yet, we cannot face our deepest wounds, which we push down into the burial chamber.  They are secreted away, far from us, out of our sights.  Yet our shadows can not be denied.  We repress that which we would judge as evil.  Yet all things are from God, so how can this be so?  “O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.”  ‭‭Matthew‬ ‭12:34‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬.  What is the true meaning of Humanity?

Dear Reader, I offer you words of love.  I sing songs of praise for your divinity.  I open my mouth and reveal to you what lies within—the abundance of my heart.  I have lied, I have cursed, and I have created a spirit of darkness.  Yet I become restored, again and again.  My throat becomes a place of beauty, lined with lapis stones, and glittering like sapphires.  I am the aqua sign, born under the Aquarius sun.  The Mayan cosmology has received me as the Blue Cosmic Night.  My soul must express all of me—the darkness and the light.  Within the throat chakra, all things are integrated and become the transition point between the Green Heart and the Violet vortex of the ajna.  This is the true meaning of Word.

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With great love,


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Psalm 4 – My Heart and I

“Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah.” Psalm 4:4 KJVAAE

The inspiration for this piece came to me when the Sun was in Capricorn, and Venus was retrograde.  The energies of Neptune informed me, and my soul reflected back.

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A while back,, I wrote a series of posts about the heart..  It was our summer, and the Lion’s Gate portal was opening.  Those seven messages can be found here:

Now I am drawn, in this Psalm, to the directive of communion with the heart. I am compelled. I asked myself what it means to commune with the heart. And why in bed? Commune brought to mind other words, like communicate and converse. This indicates a shared experience, and an equality amongst those within the dialogue. Once again, I had many questions, so I went deep into prayer, and I stood ready to participate in an exchange that would require all of my senses, most especially my gifts of clairaudience, and clairsentience. I became fully present, and finally I could hear, as if for the first time.

“Come to bed, and lie with me”, said my heart.  “Be still.  I will tell you a story.  It’s a love story, about you and me.

“I have loved you from afar, for eons.  I have ached while you suffered, and I have seen you victorious.  I have watched and waited for you to notice me.  Perhaps you do not understand that I am your creation, designed by you for this human purpose.  I bring you gifts by the thousands, but you never seem to care.

“I have brought you great joy, and you experienced it.  Did you know that was me?  Remember how you felt filled, full, fulfilled.  But you did not acknowledge that I was there for you, with unending joy extended to you by my loving arms.  All joy is here for you, kept safe within my holy chambers.

“At times you believed that I was broken.  The grief that you experienced was as mysterious as joy.  Why did it come, and when will it end?  And mostly you asked what you should do. Be still, is my answer, and come to bed.

“You are divided, as the world you have created would indicate.  The metaphor is seen in the hypopolarizing.  I am electric, and waves of change flow through me.  At each moment, a shift occurs, and I continue to work.  I contract, suspend, hold for a fraction of a second.  The space is charged with expectation and tension, A human life hangs on the razor’s edge..  Now comes the powerful release, and with great swiftness the nectar of the body runs like wild rivers of honey.  Do you not experience this within every millisecond of your existence?

“You search, and do not find me.  I’m here, waiting.  I make a sound continuously.  The rhythm never ceases, and you have yet to recognize that I sound the code of your soul from within your human body.  All hearts call out to each other.  We know each other by the frequency.  Can you hear us?

“Feel the messages I send through the arrhythmias of your human existence.  The answers you seek are within.  Follow the sounds, follow the beating drum, and I will guide you.  This I promise.

“You must know me.  I am the narrow gate.  Pass through me and enter a world that is unimaginable, for it can be known only by going there.  Walk through my chambers and my halls to understand how much life is there.  Within, are many mansions.  In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:2 KJVAAE. Abide in me forever”.

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With great love,


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Psalm 3 – Sleep

The inspiration for this piece came to me in the middle of the night. Tossing and turning, and exhausted, I reached for the book of Psalms. What I read there awakened me in a new way.

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“I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me.”  ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭3:5‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

Where do we go when we are asleep?  Perhaps, at the end of the day, the feeling of tiredness that descends is actually a beckoning from God, to come and join Him on his “holy hill”.  It is the distant and loving voice, a name carried by the wind, calling us home as the streetlights show dim in twilight.

There are so many theories about sleep.   Some experts will encourage anywhere from seven to nine hours per night—fully one-third of our lives!  On the other hand, some yogis and spiritual leaders espouse little sleep.  Sleep more so you will be healthy.  Sleep less so you can do more.  Insomnia is a condition that affects millions.  So much information and misinformation—what to do?   What if we can change everything by looking anew at what we believe to be so true?

Darkness falls.  All is quiet.  I am weary.  My mind has raced and worked the puzzles of the day.  My body has worked hard, and completed the mundane actions of a human life.  I have sought material security, cleanliness, and food.  I have provided, and I have finished the day.  But, still I feel separated, disconnected.  A part of me is never here.  Where is my soul?  Where is the Source of all?  Is the Spirit with me?

I go to bed, and my mind begins drifting through alpha, beta, theta, and delta states.  Confusion and bizarre images flash before me.  I startle, and jump.  Again, the cycle comes and I pass through the stages more easily.  Finally, my spirit passes through the gateway, nearing the dream state. Breathing slows, body cools.  The transition is complete as I am now someplace else.  I fly.  I am everywhere.  I see the entire universe.  All things are known to me.  Angels whisper in my ear, and the hand of God rests upon me.  While my human form lies still, DNA activates, cells regenerate.  Healing and renewal are happening.  The Lord is sustaining me.

Morning is here, but not yet the sun.  The pre-dawn hush covers the world yet, still, stirrings begin.  Birds, traffic, and a faint sound of a siren remind me that I have returned to the earth plane.  There are things to do, people to care for, money that needs to be earned, and chores.  Is this what I have been sustained for?  And are these the accomplishments for which my mind and body have been renewed?  Surely there is more life to this plane, and more meaning.  Where is He?  Why do we return here, again and again?  Where are the angels?

My desire is for my worlds to collide.  I want to experience the magic and the mystery even during the waking hours.  And I will no longer leave my loved ones behind as I slip behind the veil each night.  These two realms belong to me—to my body and to my soul.  True enlightenment will happen when I no longer separate. I call upon the Lord during the daylight hours, as He calls upon me at nightfall.  I call Him to me and He hears my distant voice, carried on the wind.  All things are possible, and His angels attend me while I accomplish this integration.  Heaven on Earth shall be my legacy.  The One Source accompanies me, day and night.  The Lord sustains me.

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With great love,


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Psalm 2 – The Kiss

The inspiration for this piece came to me in a dream. I had specifically asked: “God, inspire me”. That night, I learned that when God exhales into us at birth, we inhale, or inspire. “Breathe”, He told me.

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“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.”  ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭2:12‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

1 Corinthians, 2 Corinthians, 1 Thessalonians, and Romans are clear in their instruction:  kiss.  The kiss is referenced throughout the Old Testament as well.  It was an act of greeting, expression, worship, and love.  The kiss seemed to represent the flow of Godly agape, for which each of us is an agent.

But suddenly the practice became reversed, marred, and forever changed at the moment of the betrayal in the garden of Gethsemane.

Gone are the passionate kisses of Song of Solomon, or the powerful reunion kiss when the prodigal son returned.  Do we still remember the farewell kisses that were showered upon Paul at Miletus?  Today’s perspective teaches that kissing is no longer a Godly practice.  We have reversed direction, and have requirements for our personal space that do not invite the holy kiss to happen.  Fear of illness is present, and repulsion of others contributes to a divided community.  The kiss as spiritual transmission can now be considered the mingling of energies, and each of us striving to maintain our own.  In rejecting the “energy” of another, bias is indeed present in an astounding way.

In meditations on Psalm 2, the kiss presented itself as an important theme.  It jumped out of the pages, and stood stubbornly before me.  I tried to redirect, and contemplate the messages about kings and rulers.  But it was all about the kiss.  Soon the connection became clear—the kiss as the authority, and the kiss as the ruler, and the kiss holding the power to build up and bless or to curse and destroy.  The kiss is from God, and thus the directive was this:  surrender to the kiss.

The vision:

Without authority, I sit upon the throne

In my powerlessness I command all

I alone hold the keys to my Kingdom

All this have I, because I have kissed Him, and I have inspired

The Christ stands before me.  The man is present, but in his embodiment he serves as the vessel of consciousness which is offered freely.

I kiss His feet, and I experience the power of the earth, rushing through each of us as a tide.  The energy ebbs and flows.  I hear the machinations of the planet, animated within me, and I understand that each of us is a container for that which humans are comprised of—the Elements.  Fire, Earth, Air and Water.  All are mentioned in the holy books of the past. Have we forgotten?  They are distant memories within our bodies.  We no longer understand them the way the ancient ones did.  We have not learned of them, though the teachings are available to all seekers.  Within our cells we hold the carbon.  Veins are as the rivers of earth. I recall the teachings of Isis as she lovingly caresses our precious planet.

I kiss His hands and see them marked with blood, and dust.  Streaks of dirt and sweat are in His palms.  Yet the hands heal me, as medicine taking hold of my mind and body.  The electric power roots out and banishes pain, debilitation, mental anguish, and all forms of regret and grief.  The weight of sickness is shed from my muscles and released from my bones. I realize that we are all daughters of Jarius.

“and besought him greatly, saying, My little daughter lieth at the point of death: I pray thee, come and lay thy hands on her, that she may be healed; and she shall live.”  ‭‭Mark‬ ‭5:23‬ ‭KJV‬

I kiss His back and know that within is the sword of Excalibur.  I see it there, beneath the surface.  It is a lightning rod of power, and draws down the thoughts of the One Mind, to ground them on the earth plane.

I kiss His chest and hear the beating drum of humanity.  Life itself makes its rhythm heard and felt.  I synchronize, and align.  I have heard the drums before, but distant, calling to me.  Now the hearts are joined as one, and two hearts will become more.  When one heart grows weary, others will carry on.  Together we continue to sound the unstoppable drum for all to hear.  

I kiss His throat and drink in the power of Word.  Word has become flesh.  “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  ‭‭John‬ ‭1:1‬ ‭KJV‬‬.  Word is the sweet nectar of communication, sharing, and community.  Word is calling me home.

I kiss His ears and hear the roaring of the wind, the hum of the planetary Schumann Resonance, and the songs of Hathor and the heavenly host.  I hear cries of joy, and shrieks of agony.  There is angelic music, and weeping.  Finally the sound of the secret chord resonates in my ears and I am relieved to be present.  My own frequency has reverberated, and called this moment into being.

I kiss His eyes and everything looks different.  All things are ever-changing, and shape-shifting before me.  But is matter morphing, or is it my perspective?  What we see is, for each of us, the manifestations of our own “viewpoint”.  The True Empath has thousands of eyes that see all, and comprehend.  What is real, and what is illusion?  Does it “matter”? 

“And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought.”  ‭‭Mark‬ ‭8:23‬ ‭KJV‬‬

I kiss His temples.  So fascinating, the name that represents the house of God.  If there can be a holy container, it would be there, within the pineal, beyond the gates of the temple.  Therein lies the Philosopher’s Stone, the pearl, the cornerstone, the doorway through which spirit freely passes from density to light and back again.  Can one be made so small, as to pass through the pineal?  Is it as daunting as a camel passing through a needle’s eye?  Or do we simply go?

I kiss His forehead and know.  The great gnosis floods my mind with images, sounds, information, and sensations that can not be described.  I know what I did not know that I did not know.   Visions become lifetimes.

I kiss His mouth and He breathes into me.  It is an immaculate kiss, a sacred moment, a transmission of spirit.  We are come full circle, and continue the samsara of humanity indefinitely.  The Bodhisattva is Word become flesh, and we are born and reborn.  We are formed in the womb and, at the moment we emerge, He breathes life into us.

“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”  ‭‭Genesis‬ ‭2:7‬ ‭KJV‬‬

I am born anew.  I am alive.  I have glimpsed the sacred Christ Consciousness.  I continue to seek, and my life in this world has completely transformed.  I have seen and felt the Power and the Glory.  The Kingdom is mine, and my mansion awaits.

I have kissed the Son.

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With great love,


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Psalm 1 – The Tree

The inspiration for this piece came to me while reading the book of Psalms. I was seeking answers, but found more questions. Then I saw the vision of the tree, and everything it represents. So I write.

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“But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.” Psalm‬ ‭1:2-3‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

The tree is breathing.  We breathe.  Sap runs through the tree, nurturing all parts.  Blood runs through the veins of the human. The tree is rooted—connected to a mysterious and unseen underworld.  Yet it is at once free and expansive as it soars into sunlight, reaching towards heaven.  So, then is the one who knows themself.  As above, so below.

Beneath the tree it is dark, cold, and heavy.  All sorts of small creatures writhe through tunnels in the dirt.  And there are snakes, and worms.  These are the gruesome things that creep and crawl into the nightmares of children.  They pinch and they sting, and they make hair stand on end.  Rodents burrow deep within the root system.  Life is rotting and decaying, the smell is death.  Fear engulfs the human, and they suffocate in the blackness.  This is the place of darkest thoughts, evil designs, confusion, and all manner of disgust.  Yet, this is you.  And this is all of humanity—the underworld lurks within each.  The terror of our own darkness buries us alive.

Beside the cool waters, the tree basks in the brilliant sunshine.  As God comes through the garden, the leaves rustle.  There is warmth, and light.  There is life in the forest.  All are growing, expanding, and majestic.  Beauty is everywhere, and all corners of the earth are fruitful, and prosperous.  The tree is tall and powerful, surveying the world from a lofty place.  The fruit is nourishing, sweet, and plentiful.  Such is the one upon whom God smiles.  Such is the one that extends their branches in a perpetual embrace offered to the world.

But is this not the same tree that is rooted in the darkness of the underground kingdom?  Does this tree not extend to a tremendous depth beneath the surface?  This tree flourishes even as it is entrenched in all that is described as terrifying and putrid.  I wonder how this could be. And I wonder if it the same for us–we can prosper and experience joy while our feet are caught, as in quicksand, in the bog of sin.  Only the tree knows.  What wisdom does the tree hold and how will we learn its secrets?  The law of the Lord is hidden within the tree.  But wait!  Is this the tree of life—that which He placed in the center of Eden?  Within its fruit is all knowledge, and this precious fruit is within the grasp of all who desire and seek it.

But still I hear that we must go within–within ourselves, within the tree, and within all that the tree represents. We must journey into darkness and decay, as those are truly parts of our inner ecosystem.  Go within and meditate on the laws.   “But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭1:2‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

Sometimes we must pass through our own underworld—through the muck of error and ignorance.  At other times we run free in the sun’s healing rays.  But within is where we find all of this, and it is the place to find God.

Go within, trust, and hope.  “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.” ‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭17:7-8‬ ‭KJVAAE‬‬

I have seen many seasons, and indeed I have increased from one cycle to the next.  I am tall, solid, proudly in service, and yet stoic.  The energy of Spring is rejuvenating, and active. It is resurrection. I play in the sun and cherish the green grass and the herbs in summer. I travel the mysterious forest where the scent of Autumn is in the air.  Winter is coming. It cannot be stopped. Now my leaves have dried and begin to wither before they are fallen, forever, to earth.  Statuesque and seemingly dead, I wait, suspended in a frozen wasteland. Will I awaken and feel the warm sunshine of the sun, and hear the new life?  Will I, once again, come to life again, in all splendor?  Or is this the final winter for The Tree?

Be The Tree.

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With great love,


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Day Five of The Blue Magnetic Storm

The inspiration for this piece came to me during one of the storms of life.  The day is cold and rainy, the sun is hiding, and the Oracle of the day is Death.  Yet still I heard the words of the Bodhisattva.

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Today is Day 5 of the Wavespell of the Blue Storm.  Within the Storm are 13 days of cataclysmic change, drama, upheaval.  And here I find myself, standing firm in The Eye.

The eye of the hurricane–is it The Great Eye of God?  Is His vision fixed on each of us, as we await the final passing of a calamitous event?  To pass indicates Death.  What is leaving us, and what will remain?  As I am the Blue Cosmic Night, the power of endurance is my birthright.

Today, on Day 5, I call upon the blessings of empowerment, intuition, magic, abundance, and radiance.  All of those powers swirl around me–I need only reach out and touch that which will carry me through.  Inside the vortex of my own essence, I am keenly aware of the storm raging without.

Now comes to me the message of Shantideva: “As when a flash of lightning rends the night, And in its glare shows all the dark black clouds had hid…”.

I have seen the flash.  I have stood in the howling cyclone, and stumbled through the dark forest.  I have been lost on the sea, with blackness all around.  And I have hidden myself deep in the earth, shivering with fear and despair.  Yet still there comes the flash.  The flash is the way out, and it is the holiest of signs and wonders.  God is there, lighting The Way.

“His lightnings enlightened the world:the earth saw, and trembled.”. Psalm 97:4

That place where the lightning strikes is forever transformed, often destroyed.  The chemistry and the composition are created anew.  It is in this way that the lightning changes each of us.  By seeing the flash, we now know what is out there.  Do we understand, are we in gratitude, and do we now see The Way?  Has the lightning become our guide?  Or do we remain fixed and frozen, in the paralysis of dread and confusion?  Perhaps, within our fear of the strike, we have actually called it to us, over and over again in a cycle of samsara.  We know the electric energy is out there: hovering, waiting, gathering power and momentum.  There is a potential that the lightning becomes the lightening.  Seizing that opportunity is for the most courageous among us.  What will you do?

Today is Day 5, the Overtone.  We have arrived at the pillar, the corner of the wall, a moment within which we must change direction.   Our path is illuminated throughout this storm, by the flashes of lightning.






In 8 days time we will fly, on the Cosmic wings of the ever-playful Blue Monkey, upon the power of 13th tone, at the gate of the Wavespell.  The Monkey will indicate the lightness of your enlightenment journey through tricks and laughter.  The complexity of all creation is transformed through a vision of simplicity.  This interesting creature—the Monkey—demonstrates this paradoxical principle.  And what’s more is that Monkey exposes our impatience, our anger, our humor, and our love for the inner child within each of us.  The Monkey, much like the lightning, shows us a flash of curiosity, and magic.  Will you follow the Monkey? Will it lead you to the next cycle, or will you be led astray–back to the dark ocean, or the coldness of the underground?  The Monkey is tricky and may fool you.  But to know the Monkey in a different way is for the truly innocent ones among us.  Day 13 is coming:  take flight and see all opportunities.  The choice is yours.

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Witches Among Us

The inspiration for this piece came to me after a day in Salem, Massachusetts. It was Mabon, with its beautiful energy of change. As I walked the streets, I heard cries from the past, asking to be known.

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This short meditation is for healing ancestral trauma: persecution, and memories of others who were persecuted–all falsely accused, tortured, imprisoned, and executed for witchcraft.

Healing happens through integration.  We are integrating our feelings, our passions, visions, dreams and accomplishments, our regrets,  trauma, and our grief.  Here’s a magic spell.

Close your eyes, focus, and follow these steps.

Open your grimoire, which lies waiting for you within the records of your soul.  Your DNA is your book of spells, and only you can open it.

Your heart is a cauldron – fill it with whatever intentions you desire.  Add a pinch of salt, from your tears, and a dash of laughter.  Stir in some fruit, to represent all of creation as it emerges from the body, heart, mind, and soul of the Divine Feminine.  Next, a measure of power, and seeds of joy, and bones of the past.

Add the heat – Love is the fire of your soul–the flames that do not consume, the fuel for the alchemy.  We cook, and we stir the cauldron.  The vessel is full, and we stir.  We stir, and we pray.  We bless, we curse, we feel, we heal, and we remember.  The crucible is full of the dreams, and the work, and the sorrow, and the bliss of each of us and those of our ancestors as well.  All things are in the vessel.  And we cook, and we stir.

We speak the incantation-the intention, the crying out to the great Source, the calling forth our ancient ones, who hold us in their loving souls even today.  Invoke them, feel them surround you with loving and compassionate energy.  Our women are not lost, they are transformed, created anew in each of us. You are witnessing the alchemy at this very moment—the fire, the crucible and the power.  Speak to your loved ones, and as you do so you speak to yourself.  Hear these words and speak:  “I see you…I feel you…I know you…I love you…”

Hold your loved ones in a holy embrace, and as you do so you hold yourself.  Kiss them, cry with them , grieve for now, and integrate them into the very cells of your DNA.  You are one, you are whole.

Now get your broom and sweep.  All energy must move, transform, and be refreshed.  Sweep.  Sweep in the integration, center yourself as you sweep, and sweep out the pain from the past—both of this life and before.  Open the door and let the light in, and sweep out all stagnant and dark energies that keep you bound.


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Water healing

To listen to an audio version of this vision, click on the link at the end of this piece. Enjoy!

The inspiration for this piece came to me while I was submerged in water. A flood of ideas and messages washed over me. I created a healing ritual, while in the water. This was dedicated to my father, but is offered here to anyone who has an imbalance with water. This is a critical element. Feel free to contact me, or leave a reply if you want to talk about how to apply this piece to your life. This is not intended as a methodology to replace medical care–rather it is a loving prayer for your wellness.

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To my father, Robert P. Currie

Christmas 2020

Our family is drawn to the sea.  We settled in a coastal state.  Our ancestors lived in seaside regions of Europe, very close to the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea.  My father has taught us to love water as play—the games and sports he taught his young family included swimming, lifeguarding, boating, and enjoying sailboat races.  At one point, my father’s business was one of building seafaring vessels.  But another point of interest is that we live in Massachusetts, a state that has been developed by filling in acres upon acres of marshland.  What a tremendous impact that activity has had on the region.  It most assuredly has devastated an ecosystem that was home to millions of species of plant and animal life.  Additionally, Boston Harbor and the river Charles became so abominably polluted, massive cleanup efforts were required to reverse some of that mess.  In nearby Woburn, Massachusetts, many children were diagnosed with childhood cancers and leukemia, caused by polluted groundwater from local factories.  There is too much history to go into during this short piece, but we must continue to wonder.   How has our relationship with water contributed to our health and welfare?  The answer may seem obvious, but only at the macro level.  How deeply do we look, and where do we find, within the ecosystem of our own bodies and minds, a relationship with water that has become toxic?

Water is more than two-thirds of our body composition.  Without it, we die.  Yet water can be dangerous.  The power of an unhealthy relationship with water can lead to ailments or death through the transmission of diseases, drowning, dehydration, pneumonia, kidney stones, parasites, dangerous pathogens, and countless other effects including congestive heart failure.  All are cases where the water has devastated the human.  I used the word “devastated” in the previous paragraph, and I repeated it here for the purpose of illustrating the cycle, and the relationship.

Natural devastation from water occurs through flooding, and through drought.  Nature has its own cycles and there is little that humankind can do to prevent them, nor should we.  Yet the subject of climate change is highly divisive.  Have we caused it?  Or are we arrogant in our beliefs that we can actually alter the earth, and nature itself?  Are we gods?  Or have we contributed to these changes by reckless and disrespectful activities?  Some say karma’s a bitch.

Now I turn inward, and the rest of this message comes to you from a pure channel.  These words are inspired by the water elemental.  I speak words of life:

I am Aquarius, I bear water as a gift.  I awaited the alignment, on the day of my incarnation, in January.  At the exact moment, I traveled with the speed of light, as a Neptune vessel, and my spirit animated the newly born.

According to ancient scripture, Aquarius is one who pours out. This is the prophecy of who I am: “He shall pour the water out of his buckets, and his seed shall be in many waters, and his king shall be higher than Agag, and his kingdom shall be exalted.”  Numbers 24:7.  Also said of me: “He that believeth on me, as the Scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.”  John 7:38

Know this:  the unseen and esoteric properties of water are experienced only by faith and go beyond the limitations of science and logic.  Water has memory and intelligence. 

Water heals, cleanses, purifies, and restores.  “For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had.” John 5:4.

Water is a life source.  “O Lord, the hope of Israel, all that forsake thee shall be ashamed, and they that depart from me shall be written in the earth, because they have forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters.” Jeremiah 17:13.

Water has a taste, whether sweet or brackish.  “Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter?”  James 3:11.

Rivers are the veins of the earth, carrying the holy blood to nourish all parts of our sacred garden. The rushing sound is both soothing and familiar to us, as it reverberates our own rivers flowing within.  “And it shall be in that day, that living waters shall go out from Jerusalem; half of them toward the former sea, and half of them toward the hinder sea: in summer and in winter shall it be.”  Zechariah 14:8.

From the water we come, first within the womb of creation, floating in expectation, awaiting miraculous form.  We are the water—both element and elemental, that which gives and sustains all life.

Tara, a Buddhist deity, is believed to protect from the dangers of water.  The water is said to represent flooding.   But this water also serves as a metaphor for lust.  Therefor, my question is this:  how is the condition of unhealthy attachment manifesting as a health problem connected to water?  How does the flooding of a community translate to overall greed and lust for power that may reside there?  I have many, many questions and very few answers.  But in the asking, I continue my journey—one that I know has no end.

Now back to Tara.  In honor of her great service to humanity as a Bodhisattva, let us meditate on her 21 emanations.  Invoke the Tara using her powerful mantra Om TĀRE Tuttare TURE Soha.  She will arrive at your side in an instant and stand with you to protect you and guide you to higher ground.  Each day for 21 days, commit to a water healing practice.  Begin with a small bowl of water nearby.  Remember to hold gratitude for the water.  Recite the mantra three times, then meditate or pray on the 21 items from the list below—one item each day in sequential order.  You may feel drawn to ponder on these topics long after the day is over, or you may feel compelled to learn more.  Why I chose these specific items is not important, rather their relationship to you is all you need to unveil.  Drink the water after each session.

The 21 days of Water-Healing Prayers

  1. And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.”  Genesis 1:6
  2. Flood of Genesis
  3. The five ocean gyres
  4. Parting of the Red Sea
  5. Hydrogen bomb
  6. Pacific Garbage Patch
  7. Poseidon
  8. Whales
  9. Lourdes
  10. Ganges River
  11. St, Peter’s Well, Houstin, Scotland
  12. Tara
  13. Quan Yin
  14. Baptism
  15. Tefnut
  16. Sirona
  17. Sacral chakra
  18. Well of Jacob
  19. John the Baptist
  20. “which turned the rock into a standing water, the flint into a fountain of waters.”  Psalm 114
  21. “This is he that came by water and blood, even Jesus Christ; not by water only, but by water and blood. And it is the Spirit that beareth witness, because the Spirit is truth.” 1 John 5:6

On the cross, Jesus reportedly cried out:  “I thirst”.  “After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.” John 19:28

Why did He say this?  He knew He would die on that cross.  Was He looking for comfort?  Did He expect the water to ease His suffering?  Perhaps the water would save Him?  Or was He still on duty—teaching us and reinforcing His lessons to the very end?  His statement flew in the face of an earlier declaration:  “but whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.”  John 4:14

Was He not already filled with the mystical water of which He had spoken on that day?

Or was He reminding us that we must always be thirsty for God’s living water, and for God’s kingdom?  As He spoke during the famous Sermon on the Mount:  “Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.”  Matthew 5:6.  What was He really thirsty for?

The soldiers gave Him a sponge soaked in vinegar, but He would not drink it.  Perhaps these answers are known to some, or perhaps this mystery is different for each of us.  We can only truly understand by drinking in the gnosis that is available to us.  We can only be saved by crying out to God: “I thirst!”

In the end, we seek union with the One Source, and the water will take us there.  “For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” Revelation 7:17.

For an additional channeled vision about water, read Sea of Eden.


Robin xo

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Water Healing by Robin P. Currie

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