06 Wednesday Jan 2016
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Discernment requires a heart
that is ready and willing
to listen and respond
to new information,
an open mind that is prepared
to let go of the old programming
and false beliefs,
and both the heart and mind
working in co-operation
with each other
to see things differently.
cRb
05 Tuesday Jan 2016
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Winter has finally brought its, close to zero temperatures, here to Maine. Although this picture of the York River is not today, it is certainly what happens when tidal rivers are subjected to intense cold.
So as we all seek refuge from the cold, I begin to reflect on those moments frozen in my own deep inner self that need to be thawed and released.
Two messages from Spirit which end up as my poetry surfaced in the past two days. So sometimes technology works in ways to remind us of those items we just file away without giving them a second thought.
Let me share them here…
1.4.12
In the wake of celebration
let us ripple away
into the stillness
and reflect
the Light
which
stood still
as the world
in which we live
turns and returns to Love.
cRb
Yes the River still flows beneath the frozen surface and it still rises with the tides, so know in your hearts that we all are changing in order to become what we truly are
and on 1.5.13
All that has led us to this marvelous point in our evolution needs to be reviewed.
This will be the preparation for the marriage of heart and mind where no separation will ever exist again.
Call it Spring Cleaning if you will… and get rid of everything that no longer serves to keep your mind and heart open.
Perhaps it is a bit early for Spring Cleaning yet I feel that each of us are beginning to let go of our deep seated fears and early childhood traumas every time we freeze up and then thaw like the river above.
cRb
03 Sunday Jan 2016
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Crystal Caves, Bermuda
From within Her heart
Mother Gaia calls
to all Her children
Come home dear ones
and remember Our Love
and Our Transformation
Hear my heartbeat
within your own
as a clarion call
Of joyous celebration
as we journey together
in balance and unity
For in the passing of time
much has been damaged
and needs re-calibration
cRb 1.3.16
01 Friday Jan 2016
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On New Years’ Eve shortly after midnight and the ball dropping in New York’s Times Square, I looked out my window here in Maine and this is what glanced back at me.
The poem was written 3 years ago and was inspired by another night sky photograph which was not mine…
Yet their message is the same, one of continued support for my transformation through inspiration…
May it also be yours as well… Happy 2016
Leaving from port we set sail again
embarking on another long journey…
though seas may be rough at the start
we look forward to smoother sailing
Our craft designed by the finest creator
seeded here through traditional means
will never fail in its designed purpose
unless misaligned or left unattended
Let us flash our Light in proud demeanor
as we pass alongside or move ahead
in the winds of change which propel us
broadcasting our unique presence to all
For here in a dimension of illusions
we navigate around a foray of obstacles
whose whole purpose and intent is distraction
to keep us off course… have us lose our way
Yet, although battered and sometimes forlorn
a new breeze clears the fog of frustration
and as we look back to the stars of origin
to correct our course through time
With an undeterred inner guidance
and the din of confusion not heard
we will soon arrive at the portal
where at first we set out to go.
We are transformed once again
cRb 1.1.13
31 Thursday Dec 2015
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Heartbeats become seconds
Minutes pass into hours
another day adds to the journey
that our Hearts have traveled
We are at the point we call a Year
both the end and the beginning
reflecting shadows and shining brightly
still the heartbeats are but seconds
Those constant companions of life
which have no concept of day or night
of Winter or Summer, Weeks or Months
yet with each pulsing moment mark time
Beyond the Heart Chamber walls
everything becomes sent to the mind
which places a label and energetic signature
upon all experiences and responses
There they come to life through creation
the gathering and connecting of moments
through which the heartbeat paced itself
without much notice or any real bother
I say to you Happy New Heart not Happy New Year
May your Heart radiate throughout all you may think
bringing forth your gratitude for every moment
each one building on the next and sending you forth
to respond with kindness and compassion in your New Year
cRb 12.31.15
30 Wednesday Dec 2015
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Oh how marvelous
said Spirit to the Man
I will dwell within you
and as a symbol
I will leave you fossils
filled with crystals
therefore you will not forget
I will descend in a spiral
and you will emulate it
with every complete turn
your life will unfold
until there is no separation
you will be my reflection
and even our shadow will dance
upon the surface of the world
cRb 12.30.15
26 Saturday Dec 2015
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These pictures were taken the day after Christmas with a Full Moon and temperatures in the 60’s.
Not the usual look for this amazing river at this time of year.
Although small in comparison to rivers around the world and considered by some to be a mere stream it is the source of life for so many species who migrate or live year round within its wetlands.
Today I blessed the river with two quartz crystals for continued protection and to raise the awareness of our river waters around the world.
The photos were taken from my neighbor’s yard across the street with whom I had the privilege of performing a Golden Light Dowsing on her property a month ago.
“The Abenaki name for the York River was Agamenticus, which means Beyond-the-hill-little-cove”
“The river’s tidal salt marshes represent a significant habitat in Maine, especially for migratory shorebirds. The watershed includes approximately 406 acres of tidal marsh (according to a report by the York County Soil & Water Conservation District, 1996).”
The tidal portion of river is approximately 8 miles long and disappears into the marshes which surround it.. The tidal fluctuation can be more than 10 feet with very shallow parts at low tide which are not navigable except by kayak or canoe. The main body being seawater from the ocean which rarely freezes except during long and deep temperature drops during the Winter.
This photo is approximately across from my home and although I’m not on the shoreline itself I can walk to it everyday and embrace it’s unspoiled beauty either on foot or kayak.
Tad Baker, a York resident who teaches history at Salem State University in Massachusetts. “It’s one of the most historic rivers in Maine,” he said. “The river was the original transportation network in prehistoric and Colonial Maine. As you go along the York River today, you’re going past sites that go back hundreds and sometimes thousands of years.”
Baker said the area around the river has been inhabited for at least 5,000 years. English settlers moved to the area in 1624. Ten years later, the first tidal-powered grist mill in the country – and perhaps North America – was built on the York River, he said.
24 Thursday Dec 2015
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As I sit here on Christmas Eve it is always a moment when I reflect on a miracle in my life.
Many do not believe that Jesus is real or is the Son of God, nor that miracles happen such as the virgin birth. I know many of us are not sure if the birth of Jesus really occurred on December 25th yet that is when we celebrate it. All our trying to figure it out is really quite fruitless and truly an argument within ourselves.
This character Jesus, the Savior born in Bethlehem, be He a fable or a truth has assisted humanity in some way for over 2000 years.
My story is about Christmas Eve in 1991.
The quick version is that I was an alcoholic who had a Near Death Experience and still refused to stop drinking 2 months afterwards.
I had been invited back into the family of the woman I loved, to share in her Christmas Holiday. As I was still drinking, of course the evening progressed to a quarrel with one of her sons.
I got up to leave and aroused everyone in the household including her 80 year old mother who was now in the midst of this chaos, of not letting me leave and drive drunk to my apartment some 2 states away.
So as I was surrendering to their pleas, more hurt about failing them rather than myself, I remember crying out to Jesus. Whether out loud or in my head I can’t say for sure but the prayer or plea was as follows.
“Jesus this is your birthday and if you are real please take this alcoholism away from me! If you can’t, then take me out of this world for good because I can’t do it any more.”
I went back up the stairs, went to bed and passed out… another drunken Christmas Eve and the one I loved broken-hearted again.
Well now that my public confession is over the real story begins.
I have not had a drink of alcohol ever since. No hard cravings, some physical withdrawal but not enough to cry about. A miracle that has now lasted 24 years tonight.
So my friends never underestimate what you can’t verify by scientific or logical deduction. Always leave the door open, for you never know when you might need a miracle from this being called Jesus.
As for me I Believe… Merry Christmas
24 Thursday Dec 2015
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As we share the energy of this day of reflection…
Let us have welcoming hearts
Let us be thoughtful and kind
Let us be Peace, Light and Love
May each of you rekindle the fire
by which we have all sat
in joyous communion with each other
without judgment or disparity
Let us unite and remember
who we truly are.
cRb
23 Wednesday Dec 2015
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From the fields in which we toil
or pass by without a second thought
there arise exceedingly strong grasses
Able to withstand high wind and rains
from which we seek shelter inside
yet upon entering we find them again
Those which are now beneath our feet
remind us of service in its many forms
and we take off our shoes in respect
They now reflect our outer world
woven over time by intention and skill
being transformed to grace us
with comfort and respite
And now in gratitude
I bow to you
sweet grasses of the world
for your service and your strength
cRb 12.23.15
Reflections of Riverman 