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Is it the word of the Lord?
To obey thy master . . .
Do as I say but not as I do . . .
Children should be seen but not heard.

Will the silent majority remain comfortably numb?
Slowly simmering as the words echoed by an
Imitation Christ representing a mere manifestation of deception.
Behavioral patterns behind the curtain reveal an antithesis of
His True actualized Self.

Commercial illusion of a Republic with democratic ideals –
Cloaked behind shadowy expanded imperialism
Propagating the powers that be
President Gas shuffles his feet for
combustible special interests excesses.

Perceived by the Hidden Hand as children –
Methodically indentured in blissful ignorance
Questioning the rebellious motivation of the rascal multitude
Fomenting calculated defiance and retaliation

Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt

Alternatively, some minority patriots
Dubiously challenge this manufactured illusion
Painfully perceiving now apparently
Disconnected kernels of truth
Via siphoned regurgitated rhetorical chunks of puke

Raising our fists to the drumbeat of accountability and responsibility
From Leadership’s professed gospel of Freedom.

Seeking Liberty
and Empowerment through equal access
As we ascend from Plato’s Allegory of the Cave

Power to the People

Inner Peace is as Inner Peace does

Belief in mediation for self-reflection . . .

Allowing us to sit with what is –
rather than exit with denial or aggression.

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The shroud of the Empire lurks within and without.
But inner peace still lies waiting beneath the dark n’ stormy surface . . .
Let go of “things and thoughts that get in the way of realizing
your true nature and best self.”

Allowing folks we care about to evoke our better angels
Without demonizing the devil we know.

Giving ourselves permission to receive energizes us to give.
Accepting love from others opens up energetic connections.
Feeding our hearts for Celestine soul amplification . . .

Co-creating space-time to reset our internal gauges to
Shift our attitudinal gears.
Revealing pleasantly surprising changes in latitude . . .

We are all dealt a deck of cards.
It’s what we do with the deck that makes it magical.

As adults, we have the opportunity and challenge –
To look at our outer world through . . .
The wonderful eyes of a child again –
With a mindful position of curiosity and empathy.

Fixed ideas are roadblocks to novelty . . .
Surrendering to universal flow is true freedom . . .

Making friends with our whimsical and intuitive selves . . .
Balancing our heads and our hearts in one rhythmical drum beat . . .

Taking a leap of faith requires the courage to
Let go of our systemic control issues . . .

Set a daily ritual of harmonic intention.
Create an organic psychic energy field of solitude.
When feeling introverted in extroverted situations
To feel security within our private selves . . .

Cumulative effect of “conscientiousness of our gifts”
Empowers us to be good stewards.
Breathe in blue skies (life) and breathe out gray skies (death).
And indulge in your daydreams for a short spell . . .
Return to ground control by picturing yourself as a
Wise Old Tree with strong roots growing deeps within Gaia . . .

Classroom Mothership Earth is our teacher and we are Her students here to learn.
What a pain in the Yin . . .

Slavery was justified as good business, while making us sick!
With food production chain, we are still enslaved with dirty planetary maladies.
Justifying the unjustifiable by parroting a “business as usual” mantra

Feed your soul a daily portion of self-care . . .
Feng Shui your home and work space.

Now that is good business practice.

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Our Town
Here on Mothership Gaia, in dying Pisces centuries
Birthing into a New World of Aquarian Unity
An old age built on wireless, in sweatshops on other shores
And they built the satellites that helped the Empire win Star Wars

Here in Our Town
Here in Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

Well Granny’s working at Wal-Mart
Keeping aisles tidy to sell
Always greets customers with a smile
A job that’d suit a robot as well
Property taxes rising, lost my job without pay
Mr. Le Page took down the Labor Wall
As small businesses sail away

Here in Our Town
Here in Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

Well my Grampy’s off the Waterfront
Now he’s come to join Occupy Main Street
Our yard’s just rusty lobster traps
Cuz the Hidden Hand did what fishermen couldn’t do
These seas are filled with tales of mermaids and whales
Swimming these ocean floors
We sent our daughters to department stores
Now we’re wondering what they’ve been buying for.

Here in Our Town
Here in Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

From the Harmonic Convergence
To the 9th Cosmic Wave
To the instant Karmic Groundhog Days
That tired story remains the same
Crystalline Grids are rising
Now mister you tell me the world’s changed
Once working folks made a few wealthy enough–bought up deeds
to forget our own names

In Our Town
In Our Town
My sweet Eartha I’m sinking down
Here Buddha in Our Town

When I die tonight I’ll eat a Slice of Heaven
And digest it mystically well
I pray to God to bathe me in Light
As I leave behind my human shell

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While tweeting with my peeps in the woods recently, a chickadee joined in while singing harmonically. As we look back on the Spring Equinox, waning Moon, Fireball that gleamed the Eastern Seaboard of the Americas, Chickadee’s energy welcomes the budding Spring growth yangward. Light-masculine energy is gaining momentum and spirited energies are intensifying. The black head cap sitting atop chickadee’s head represents the intellect, higher level thinking and levitation of our perceptual fields of vision. Black is a beautiful color and it symbolizes mystery, dark feminine energies and creative womb of life waiting to give birth. Perhaps this is why Aboriginal Australian and African shamans are remembered as powerful medicine makers of the Dreamtime. Ever since I was a boy, the idea of mind over matter resonated deeply within my soul. Consumption of Chickadee medicine aids us in unearthing the mysteries of the mind and effectively navigate the dark. Although small in stature, Chickadees are fearless social creatures and tend to flit about in groups. Given that there are seven kinds of chickadees, they symbolize an individual’s consciousness rising above the material plane, or a triangle (3) rising above a square (4). There are seven rays of power, seven major planets and seven chakra centers. When our chakras are balanced, we know a deeper awareness and connection to the Universal pillar of Truth.

We know the tweet sounds true that the empire is addicted to its wars and lustful relationship with violence. We can’t get enough of it in the corporate media. As such, this negativity is dancing on the minds of the masses, in many cases unconsciously. But the violence is waking us up, as Great Spirit works in mysterious ways. When we are paying careful attention, we see concrete evidence that peace is being considered a seed worth watering. For example, a Federal Court ruled against the state of Alaska’s challenge to the National “Roadless Rule” that would have nullified it and allowed for deforestation on Nationally protected land. Some of our friends that advocate for federalism are glad to switch gears by crying a river of crocodile tears for state rights. Sometimes, this delayed process strategically undermines environmentally friendly, win-win business that sees through the fog of a maximum economic profit paradigm. Moreover, one of our conservative friends in Congress has asserted, “a more restrained foreign policy is the true conservative policy.” Will actions speak louder than words by rolling back 700 American empire bases around our Planet? As things heat up in the Middle East, more folks are waking up to the need for a cease-fire in Syria, ending the war in Afghanistan, sanctions against Iran and the blockade by Israel of the Palestine. Isn’t is possible for the Phoenix Rising to be a radical shift in our collective consciousness, rather than a pocket full of terrorism disrupting the status quo? If only our birds sitting atop their hight perch would heed Chickadee’s peaceful chimes of freedom, as the truth shall set us free.

Some will assert that the truth stinks like dung. While dung is necessary for compost, the truth does not have to hurt in the sense of feeling blocked. Rather, truth may drip gently, like water gradually building momentum. This process is akin to an internal martial arts practice in that true power builds gradually. In that light, April showers bring May flowers. Chickadee reminds us to sing our truth in a cheerful way that reverberates within our flowering individual and collective souls. Has anyone felt lighter than when listening to a singing chickadee, while basking in our Sun’s vitamin D and breathing in crocuses fragrantly?

See you further on down the trails,

Ari

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