13 Saturday Dec 2014
Posted in Heartbeams, Photography
Is it not time children to remember that each of you have chosen which color of the Divine Flame to embody, That the power which you wield is not yours alone but brought forth through you, and for those who wish to take it away is only an admission of their inability to share their own flow of it. May each of us empower each other regardless of form, for all is made manifest through Our Divine Mother.
~cRb
07 Sunday Dec 2014
Posted in Photography, Poetry
What color is Light
when balanced with Shadow
only the seeds of time
contain this knowledge…
cRb 12.7.14
04 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted in Museography, Musings, Photography, Poetry
Several days ago I wrote this on my desktop post-it notes, to a request about describing the concept of being awakened. It lay there without much further ado until after my most recent Polarity Session. It was a very intense session as I was sensing that a new door of my life had been opened and there was no way to return to the former, where all was now seen as a fading thought whose energy no longer served any purpose at all.
The “AHA” moment came and said find a picture. So off i scurriedy to find a picture that I could marry the words to. I said randomly scroll down and wherever you stop there will be a picture that reflects how you feel.
A ctively
W orking
A longside
K indred Beings
E ternally
N avigating
E volutionary
D ogma
27 Thursday Nov 2014
Posted in Photography, Poetry
My morning walk looked much like it did 2 years ago but this was the 1st snowfall of the year with any accumulation, perhaps 5 inches.
Being Thanksgiving Day I thought how wonderful that I live in such a beautiful area of the world where the natural beauty reflects each season so brilliantly.
Upon returning home, having enjoyed the day with family and friends in a traditional American Thanksgiving Day meal, I was amazed at the wonderful feeling of upliftment and true thankfulness that everyone shared… and so I wrote…
Opened Hearts Danced
Each with glowing remembrance
Triggered by sight
Taunted by smell
Placing aside all fears
Of separation and loneliness
Smiles and hugs of joy
Love filling every pore
Each embracing without judgment
Let us Always Dance
Heart to Heart
cRb 2014
26 Wednesday Nov 2014
Posted in Museography, Photography, Poetry
The seasons pass
sometimes without notice
while in our hearts
we are thankful
and look for their return
22 Saturday Nov 2014
Posted in Heartbeams, Photography, Poetry
Today around the world the crystal skull guardians and crystal keepers linked in meditation at three different times, “to unite the world in peace and harmony” and “to send out a loving, healing energy to the planet.”
This is my skull “Joy” whom I held while meditating and a message from my heart after finally winding down and reflecting on what was undertaken today by each of us from our opened hearts.
Each moment in time
is an avenue in eternity
whereupon we stroll hand in hand
until we join heart to heart
then in Our Oneness
we radiate through all dimensions
~ cRb
11.22.14
18 Tuesday Nov 2014
Posted in Heartbeams, Photography
As I prepare for an event which will encompass a group of people around the world in a 5 minute meditation I reflect on it with my lovely group…
As each of us have our own journey with the energies of these amazing keepers of wisdom. We as caretakers or guardians have chosen to be the arms, legs and tongues in this dimensional world.
Let us put aside the legends, storytelling and different human aspects of how this all came about and join in the central core of its Essence.
An active Co-Creation with the Crystalline Energy for the benefit of All.
For more info on the event. http://crystalskullworldday.com/
16 Sunday Nov 2014
Posted in Museography, Photography, Poetry
If you were to encounter an Angel
would you see a Devil
Were you to deny either
you only refuse to see
that which you are ~ cRb
14 Friday Nov 2014
Posted in Heartbeams, Photography
What a marvelous dimension to exist in…
It is the wonderful world of opposites, wherein we are always trying to clearly define boundaries and those gray areas where everything seems to defy recognition. Beneath the beauty of prismatic reflection the cosmic structure stares back at us boldly, challenging us to redefine our core essence as our perceived image proceeds through a continual process of metamorphosis.
(The other day I undertook a challenge to convert a stunning color photo to Black & White resulting in this. My father’s photos were always B & W and I always have had a profound admiration for their detail.)
13 Thursday Nov 2014
Posted in Photography, Poetry
Oh the sacred bowl
the complete circle
from which we are formed
was it from a prayer
of ancient elders
in gratitude and blessing
that we have descended
to hold the wisdom
and truth of all beings
or is it all a dream
and the bowl is empty
and void of presence
formed by algorithms
of disconnection
without any purpose at all
cRb 11.13.14
Reflections of Riverman 