A big thought of Love...
For all of us, each and everyone of us...
and for all that lives...
For Gaia, our Mother Earth,
right there under our feet...
We are all One with Gaia...
Click on the picture below and she will take you to a place that you can show you how to reconnect with Mother Earth/Gaia...
This poem below comes from a fellow lightworker....
All summer we sail the soul in our inner sky born upon its
sea green heart. The changing of the season reminds us that
there must be an enfolding as well as an unfolding. A
moving inwards to enclose the experiences of our fervent
solstice. There must be time to read our runes, that the
greening may bring new fullness, from the ripened term,
and from the branch that stretched too far to hold this time.
Times mercy is that it conserves our significance as
autumnal repose, to mull the new wine internally for certain
awakening. This season of involution, husbands the
gathering to maturity. We let go of the growing, that it
might be the planting of potential. That the stock of our
awareness becomes the store of foresight.
Autumn changes the way the heart responds to itself. It no
longer opens only to receive, but to conceive itself in this
new wind of change. It embodies the gifts of the summer,
that the harvest be not depleted by forgetfulness. The womb
of insight envelopes the souls fleeting affairs, to germinate
yet further light.
For every advance of aspiration there is a season of
contemplation that must be the dormitory of new arising.
A time for the bearing of spirit children, nourished by the
fall of the green leaf to grow in comprehension.
Autumnal hearts are the seedbed of Gods becoming
consciousness. They are pregnant with seasoned purpose,
being the vestibule of new emerging.
Just as a bird that flies too high may wound itself on the
unsupporting air, so the soul must regain yet greater wings
to take the air once more. It challenges the dusk to be the
rebirth of flight. And so the dusk of the dying season is the
nursery of yet higher revelations of reality.
Autumn is the time of temperate confinement, a time of
quietude, that the soul may absorb the lessons of its journey
in God. This pilgrimage is to the heart of love, that is both
the sanctuary and inception of all heart traveling. Autumn
reforms us in the likeness of divine renewal. It is the
harbinger of resurrection, and the pause that inspires our
Here we abide in the unwinding of lights coil, and pray into
the world, the fullness of our understanding. The leavings of
yesterday become the flowers of tomorrow, and so we say-
This much I have known, and by this, I shall see my way.
Sing an earth tune to the universe, and the universe shall
sing in your earth. Sing the world of your being. Nothing is
without your mindfulness. Nothing within it, that is not a
part of this sentient song. This earth tune that sings you into
being. This melody of the multi-forming in emptiness.
Listen. Let mind be the tympanum that plays this earth song.
Know that all things sing in the body of God.
Rock fire and water are drumming in the sky of Gods heart.
Can you hear the movement of every substance as it echoes
in the soul of intelligence? It is not far to find yourself.
Music is arriving and transforming your arrival to this
moment, even as you arrive. Even as you have arrived and
will always arrive perfectly pitched on this note of you. The
angel of infinite light dances in the rock, fire, and ocean of
spirit. The world can open in your heart, like a flowering of
sound. Are you not this flower of Gods sounding- Sentience
of everything? Listen.
Man is a star dusting of wakefulness. The body of his
substance he holds within him to speak of a love bound
together in the act of music making. His soul, the voice of a
union of all, transpiring into infinite mind-space. An
aspiring dance of mineral, animal and botanical science.
Rock, fire and water are the word made flesh, but it is all
one intelligence, one awakening of you.
Something has happened together, and mind has become
human. You have become earth-man to sing of the world
transpiring from its soul in you. Yet do not mistake this
cognizance as yours alone. To say we are the culmination of
this sentience is only a half-truth, the other half of this truth
is that man is a becoming of earth, wind and fire. A galaxy
fusing into greater being. Understand? This is how suns are
This life is the shortest journey you can make to God.
Nothing can find this intelligence without inclusion of all
that it is. Evolution is not the survival of the fittest. That is
just a superficial phenomena. A solar flare, a rekindling of
mentality. It is a melting together of all intelligence and the
knowing that nothing evolves separately. Man is his cosmos.
He is the creature of heavenly union. His water and flesh
made perfect by an alchemy of universal attraction.
A Sun begins to sing of itself when it radiates its substance.
The earth of your god-being sings also in its illumination.
Spiritual beings must have a world experience, how else
could creation manifest? How else could Gods intelligence
return to know itself, if not through substance, if not
through time. Time is your gift to eternity. Sing it. This
singing of your earth, is Gods ignition in the heart of
substance. Make it your song of the world, not a concept of
spirit, but the spirit of all things that sing of existence.
Listen. You are the song of the earth, and the earth of Gods
becoming. All creation comes through the nexus of this
awareness. She must have you be Her in every form of Her.
No flower ever bloomed without the soil being taken up to
the blossom. The soul of the world transcends in you, when
you sing from the root of Her experience. When you begin
to drum with this awareness, She can open you up to a song
of the universe. A heaven of You, that could not leave you,
and is always arriving to wait for your participation. In
your hurrying, do not forget to bring the world to creations
caroling. Do not sing of a kingdom you cannot see, but make
a song of this earth flowering, that it can sing into being its
kingdom. The universe of all things sing in you.
The world has no ending, for it has its being in you. There is
always a world of you. An occurrence of new realities to
sing into the heart of being. Can you hear the song of love
speaking your name into this new awakening? Love has
gathered you together from a sea of music to be this next
wave of Her sentience. If you are a drum now, think how it
will be to be an orchestra. No one gets to heaven by being
spirit alone. First he must be the spirit of all things. Listen.
Make everything possible.
In the truth of Gods Idea.
You are known in the Heart of Creation,
you are its being and perpetual fulfillment.
These next two pictures below were taken by my Dear Friend, Sha'Tara who lives in Chiliwack Canada and spends much time along the Frazier River. Notice the magic in both these pictures.