Clarity

I have two messages on my desktop post it notes that I need to place together. One is from today and the other one I’m not sure of but has been there for a while and keeps calling my attention to it.

So let me place the present with the past and move beyond both of them…

Today in a telephone conversation I said I had to copy down these words that I heard coming from my mouth.

I Am clearer now more than I have ever been and seek (continue) to become clearer every day.

At least that is how I’m remembering it now as time fades away the memory.

The other was either a response I never posted or part of a thought I was working on.

If there is one constant message that keeps arising since the anchoring of energies 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.

Strangeness has become my comforter lately.
Long gone are the days in which I wondered how everything would turn out.
Behind me are the thousands of questions that have too many answers.
I live from one synchronous moment to the next, each building upon the other.

So many of us are awakening to something that feels somehow, that it was always there but unreachable, distant or vague. Could it just be Clarity!

cRb 4.24.15

Arriving into this dimension
traveling from afar
a distant recollection
of Peace and Light and Love
fades as time creates space

And so the sweet remembrance
of carefree moments
when the do’s and don’ts
belonged to someone else
is but the innocence
We arrived here with

And then We began
to take upon ourselves
the energies of those around us
casually and without knowing

And We left behind
the charm and magic
seen and felt everywhere
not having a clue as to why

And years later in looking back
we somehow feel a sadness
that the We became them
the separated and the lost

And once again
in the last breaths
of our journey here
we will return home
after all else fails
to lift us any higher

Home…
To Love
To Purity
To Balance
To Innocence

~cRb 4.23.15
Photo is of me taken by my father Rudy 66 years ago, an amateur photographer like myself except he would develop them in the bathroom. Thank you Dad.

The heavy rains
of early morning
awaken us
to a new day

And so we continue
to roll on, up and out
from the darkness
of many generations

A New Dawn
is coming…
fill it now
with the Love
of opening Hearts

Let the rains
be of kindness
compassion
and truth

And let them
fall hard
on the parched dry souls
of the hopeless and lost

4.21.15