Moonlight on Black Satin

http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/heiko-koehrerwagner.html    
To rise when others sleep
birthing oneself into quiet darkness
is a soulful medicine
beyond which the Light of day brings

In these moments of aloneness
we are connected to the solitude
which resonates perfectly
to an energetic system of unknowingness

Each of us facing the opportunity
to truly see ourselves in separation
Spirit from mind, illusion from truth
before we set about judging and aligning

Here we are to face with ourselves
and have an opportunity to discover
our conscious awareness as a purity
… Moonlight on Black Satin …

© cRb4.28.13

Boston Marathon Tragedy

A time of crisis has no need of anger or finger-pointing, it is a period in which we must rally at a soul level for all of humanity. There will be plenty of time for the mind to try to rationalize, but it serves no purpose except as a means to let the energy release our thoughts from it’s grip.

My prayer for each of you is that you find a small and quiet place in which to sit with our beautiful planet and the wholeness of her healing body. May she comfort you in ways that you have never before experienced and let you know how much you are loved.

As each story unfolds from the media, be still and send this love to everyone… the reporters, the doctors, the victims, and their families… do not give in to fear, do not give in to anger, do not give in to hate.

Those who have created this horror have committed themselves to something far more destructive than what they can produce or we could wish upon them, know in your hearts that nothing we could wish upon them comes even slightly close, for they have chosen to be lost forever. 

On Clarity

Slowly we all come to the place of clarity, though many of us will not stay there.

It is too frightening for some and too painful for others.

Those who can withstand the the vision and maintain the the necessary energy will become the landmarks along the path.

Bright shining gems to guide others on their way through the dark labyrinth of time. 

They that follow will surely see them and find their way, long after we have moved on.

~ crb 11/18/2010

Rose of Love Meditation



Now, withdraw into the temple of your heart. 

Meditate on the perfect pink rose. The rose lies on the altar in the temple of the heart, Its petals are opening to the Sun – every petal living and glowing with light. And there is ineffable light in the heart of the rose.

Become enfolded in those petals, in soft pearly light. You are in the temple of the rose, the Sun pours down into the heart . . . the Sun is the Christ-being, all love. You are part of Him and one with all humanity, in the heart of the rose.


from The Still Small Voice – White Eagle Book of Meditation

Serenity…

Serenity Falls by Madart http://fineartamerica.com/featured/serenity-falls-by-madart-madart.html

There in the madness is Serenity
interplayed with frivolity

Cast against a sparkling entropy

Dream with me she cries,

for the song never ends

We are the stardust of another world.

©Charlie Riverman Bergeron 4.6.13

Hearts and Hands


My heart, your hands
Your heart, my hands
We are connected ever so sweetly
Open, 
Free, 
Dancing lightly 
 Charlie Riverman Bergeron
© 2010 Mar 7
 

My Beloved

China Garden, Sidney by Valerie Douglas


My beloved I have waited for your return,

the warmth of your soul being filtered

through the color of love,

as it moves across my body.

My countenance changes immediately

upon your arrival,

from a blank canvas to a radiant reflection

of your transformational beauty.

Oh my, the bliss of our moment is captured,

they are watching us, and yet there is no shame;

for in this capturing we will surrender

and invite them to share in their hearts,

Our Oneness…

© cRb 2010.3.10

Beginning Again

It has been a while since posting last and I have pondered not doing this at all, yet something kept saying just leave it alone it is fine.

I still collect writings mostly on my desktop post it notes and then later copy/paste to word but my collection is now disorganized and sprawling though my hard drive in such a cluttered array that I get lost in its tendrils.


Just as I write this a message appears from my friend…

 “When in the lion’s den, become Daniel.”
http://fereshteh.deviantart.com/art/Daniel-34330674


And so I respond

I suppose we are much like Daniel, as was Jesus, unjustly persecuted as it would appear to others and ourselves at times, yet somehow never losing our faith in the only way possible to us at the time.

WE do have a very fine line which we walk and the abyss lies on both sides, deep into the Lion’s Den if you will vision it, yet many times we have fallen and been lifted by angelic or spirit beings seen and unseen. This is the path of the righteous and not to be confused with those who think they are right.

We must continue to follow that inner knowing which is unattached to the will of mankind but attuned to Nature and all of her wondrous energies.
Let us continue on then, in a calm reserve, knowing that the trials we may face are but small pebbles in a vast beach which will be worn down to fine sand, which in turn will produce the finest pearls from within the oyster.


© cRb 2013.4.1

January 2013 Desktop Musings

The shifting of energies from one Age to another has begun and we are experiencing many physical and emotional memories as we get to re-look at how we have reacted to them in the past.
With that said I begin a new year in which many changes will occur as to how I let go of outdated beliefs and programming that will not serve either myself or the future generations of humanity.

It will be an adventure which I fully wish to undertake and will joyfully share with you all.

May each of you know that we will all go through this in some form and can help each other by remaining open to Love and allowing fears to flood and ebb and not drown in their stand.
cRb 2.3.13

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Leaving from port we set sail again

embarking on the long journey home…

though seas are rough at the very start

we look forward to smoother sailing

Our craft designed by the finest craftsmen
created here through traditional means

never fails in its designed purpose
unless neglected or misused

So let us hoist our flags in proud demeanor

as we pass alongside or move ahead

in the winds of change which propel us
broadcasting our unique talents to all


For here in a dimension of illusions

we navigate around a foray of obstacles

whose whole intent is one of distraction
to keep us off course… have us lose our way

Although battered and sometimes forlorn

a new breath clears the fog of frustration

and we look to the stars to correct our course

through the spyglass long ago left in the cabin

With an inner guidance undeterred

and the din of confusion not heard

we will soon arrive at the portal
where first we set out to go.

cRb 1.1.13


Opening our minds to drastic shifts in perception is certainly a key in the upcoming events that we will be moving through both individually and collectively.

Yes we are evolving and our practicing of surrender and letting go of old beliefs will certainly be of value now in this shifting of perception. Fear just like in the dreams will shift for it will have little value for us other than as an alarm clock to remind us to return to our wakened state.

I sense that focus and function will be experienced as it unfolds within us, as we are willing to allow it, so a constant balance of all perceived dualities with as little judgment as possible will be (for me) an opportunity to create the space of unfolding.

My analogy would be looking into the night sky and seeing both the stars and the blanket of darkness in which they appear and yet looking through and beyond them both, knowing that they are pinpoints in a much more extravagant evolving experience. I can choose to be content with them or open to all the unknown possibilities that they may or may not represent.
cRb 1.3.13

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 exist.

Call it Spring Cleaning if you will and get rid of everything that no longer serves to keep your mind and heart open.
cRb 1.5.13

As we Go On
sorting through
the never ending
always changing
experience called life

Smile from your heart

For the sum of a lifetime
is but the sound of laughter
from a small child
playing with stardust

cRb 1.6.13

In the balance of darkness and light we become aware of our radiance for without either we are blind.
cRb 1.6.13
FACEFIRST

Focusing
Attention
Collectively
Evolving
1st Objective
cRb 1.14.13
While many are still experiencing energy spikes, I am challenged with a calm that is hard to explain to my ego which loved all the excitement. So this struck me with a renewed sense of synchronicity as part of our mission in our evolving.

If there is one constant message that keeps arising since the anchoring of energies on the 21st it has been this one. Everything is like a review in which I can observe past reactions and connections and then choose a better result that aligns with a new consciousness. It is as if I were casting the past into the wake of my forward expansion, knowing I will never see the same way again, as if all were just a dream.

cRb 1.16.13
Photographer Unknown

Where but in the mists of time
where the grayness rises to greet you
can we seize the opportunity
to shed the backpack of life’s burdens

As the fog erodes the snow and ice

here we are freed from the coverlet
of teachings and beliefs of limitation
which no longer serve humanity or Earth

This is the ascension of which I yearn
expanding the wonder of awareness
to encompass the thinner air of elevation
in which the freedom of diversity reigns

A wall of seemingly insurmountable fear

attempts to build itself to block our path
yet there will be no searching for a way around
nor any false prophet to advise or show us the way

We will sit and quietly, allow it to swallow

each and every question how or why
and as the illusions of life disappear into vapor
we become tethered no longer and rise.

cRb 1.21.13
There in the sunny but frigid breeze
wood smoke wafting lightly by
frosty breath mustache forming
the river still rises and falls with the tide.

cRb 1.27.13
One must lasso the self to keep from drifting away ~
yet with not so tight a grip that the Self is strangled.
cRb 1.28.13