With love as with all things there are two polarities. Balance is measured in quanta not so familiar with reason's terms. Painted trails in shades of light and dark wrapped in mysterious premonitions and glimpses of magic or awakenings. The bitter is sweet and the sweet is bitter when images leave a trace on the sands by the flowing essence of the river near the trees. All the stories told are retold and poems rewritten in languages unknown to even the mystics. The heart wants what the heart wants independent of the "facts", similarities, or differences. Suddenly the smells become connected to memories pinned to emotions as sweet as Lilies and as bitter as poioneous mushrooms. The mysery that is the force of LOVE follows no set rules nor does it offer any explanations. All this I write yet if I had but lived another life or two, perhaps they would some meaning.
MESSAGE FROM THE HOPI ELDERS!!
MESSAGE FROM THE HOPI ELDERS You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered: Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden. It is time to speak your Truth. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader. This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and so swift, that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know that the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open and our heads above the water. And I say, see who is there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to t...
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