Dreamin in 3-D

The old man's dreams~ live in the baby's eyes
~Back this time to try to get it right
Playin this game called life

The wise all say "you gotta live in the now"
Plant seeds, use your plow
Buddha's smile,
Practice the Tao,
Make Zen your friend
Still tryin' to figure out how-

All religions think they are the "chosen few"
What the hell are the rest of us to do????
Religions,
like garments-
keep us warm on
cold nights,
But they fall away
When we become Light..

Rich folks reign supreme,
Tightening the poor man's chains
Souls stay enslaved
In the power play
Whispering words~
that never get heard~
anyway

But who wants to race with rats?
when we can dance with angels...
Cause glimmer and gold~
don't matter to an Old Soul-
We become the beauty we behold.

The "seers" gotta say what they mean
Nothin' gonna get in the way--
Dreamin in 3D
Creating an alternate reality


Shedding the baggage
That's held us down for lifetimes now,
Leaving a mark
On the walls of creation
Running, screaming, throwing sparks,
Reminding the ones who are stuck-
Of that destination...

Putting the puzzle together one piece at a time.

Tuning In to the Right Channel

Our bodies are like radios(receivers) that pick up and transmit messages, but the origin of the message is from other realms.

There is a constant stream of info flowing into us at all times- it is a matter of "clicking" on the "computer screen" to see which ones we will view.

We are starting up different "stations" as human beings where we are creating light in different areas, little sub "channels" where we use the divine "frequency" to speed up this process. To walk in the light, we must free ourselves of everything we have on this earth-- It is a gradual process for most.
There are light beings-- strategically placed in areas of great energy flow and consciousness that are being "tapped" on the "shoulder" so to speak, that are carrying on this work. The predetermined locales will act as "substations", for channeled information-- connected by specific PLACEMENT of beings "tuned" in to that frequency. These beings will be connected through their psychic and collective consciousness and will within their bodies, and through their opened Pineal, which will act as a receiver for the information necessary to carry on this great "work".
As the density and frequency of the planet shifts, the use of technology for communication will not only be obsolete, but it will in fact be impossible. It will be necessary to communicate psychically with each other, and to tune in and connect with this source. We will be given the instructions as to how to do this and will have everything we need available to assist others who have not awakened in this awareness who are on the verge of this discovery. It is for those who "know" to instruct and assist those who are on the "tipping point" and to aid in the true understanding of "self".
This will come in many different layers, as the earth shifts- these energy centers will act as portals for mass information.

consequences

containers
of remainders
of truth-
the mouth
the spout
to bring forward
the product
of trial and error,
where the banging around
of collective decisions
consequences
filters into the mainstream
consciousness
slowly trickling
from the lips
of the human spirit
in the interaction
between
force and matter,
despite the chatter
that seems to clutter
the flow
of a force so pure
that will endure
the debris,
the chunks in the teeth
of society
that keep the free
from speaking eloquently,
the words of truth manifested
becomming arrested
so slowly infested
with bacteria that grows
like mold
nourished by the hole in our soul
clogging the flow
of the miraculous truth
that eminates
from the root
of the deepest
part of our being

higher ground

what is the meaning of chance encounters
being left in the heart of a city
so worndown
can i find the truth i seek
in a place so bleak?
left the front line
staying behind
to mend my mind
on those bridges between
realities
i'm speechless as
my mind seeks higher ground...
what would it take to be on my way,
i stand in line for my ration of truth
well worth the time it takes
to make it straight,
taking on my fate
with a consciousness
that allows me to slip and fall
on my way through it all,
reaching a point that seems like a wall.
pretty soon these hurdles will seem like nothing
as i regard them
as fun way to get in shape
for the glorious time that is drawing near..

bird call

like a bird
i perch
waiting..
for the wind
to send
along the path
my way,
the thoughts for the day...
if i don't like what i hear
so near
to my heart
i start
to move my wings
and go the other way...

a time to be still

It's time to sit back, relax-
let god flow into my eyes
though i'd like to be with the tribe
now's not the time to be on front lines-
from time to time
withdraw to redirect,
reconnect
with the eventual plan
of the direction of man-
Time to find the strength--
to speak, to seek,
to defeat
the blocks in the road,
the piles of gold
let a higher power take hold-
for now i fold....
waiting for the hand
that guides my life,
when the moments right,
when it's time for flight
i just might
get carried away again...
in the wind---

redefining humanity

redefining what it means to be human
to be alive
to be god
to create in such a way
an infinite landscape
on which to play...
keeping the beat
while creating your own
keeping track of the distance you've flown
periods of flight,
followed by soft landing-
refueling long enough to gain understanding...
rejecting the longheld limitations of fear
masked in various traditions
projecting into higher realms,
becomming your own vibration
healing myself
while healing the nation.

Being able to withstand criticism
from confused critics
being compassionate
to anal hypocrits,
not taking on other people's shit....
Being true to myself regardless
of the consequence.