My cells are over flowing with upgrades and transmissions, body tingling with the cognizant reclamation of spirit, human senses stimulated into sensual response mechanisms. My heart beats with the spirit of this land the aina, the Mother, the nurturer, the backbone and roots. Her story speaking into the channels of my heart. So I let the rivers of consciousness flow through her rough edges. Continuously held in the arms of Great Spirit. My breath flows with remembrance of the wind, ever flowing, ever changing, motion. Creating a space of stillness in the untamed forest I have yet to navigate in my virtual field. The leaves of my past and ancestral twines begin to fall in the winds of change. Mother Earth knows this process all too well, the cycle of life and death. Becoming and unbecoming. These cycles keep propelling me to keep walking the path because in the distance is a dream land that will come to exist in this lifetime. A land of abundance and grace. Truth and purpose. Love and gratitude. Respect and justice. My body returns to the earth when my spirit leaves. So I will do everything in this walking life to reclaim the natural order to our Mother Earth. Our home.

There’s a part of me hiding under the fallen leaves, my roots entangled to the earth but the curiosity of change sends thrills thru my fruiting body. This is the land of our Mother, unfamiliar, yet a gentle remembrance of what it is to be free and interconnected to the divine. A breeze drifts through the cedar wood and maples, sending vibrancy to the forest floor. Nutrition that will stabilize my growth once filled with the vigor of life now crisping to it’s own bittersweet death, a returning inward. I grapple with the snails and slugs as they feast from my caps. Remembering that everyone deserves to eat, I keep fruiting from the mycelium beneath the feet of man. They try to take, to cut, to treat, to destroy the nature of my natural order. What they do not know is that I am intertwined with the ancients of our forest. Sending signals of warning thru the ground they walk on. Grow, bloom, breathe, be free, before they try to take it away from you. Return to your roots when the cold air returns and preserve the lessons you have learned.

The thought of running into no man’s land sweeps through my brain, fierce winds begin to replay the symphony of creation that flows through my veins. I am from a different time, before man came to take, a day when animals and humans could live simultaneously and honor each others faith. We all have a duty, a divine simple way, coursing through our blood and navigating our fate. Walking among the earth we remember our natural state, living in freedom and returning to the earth more than you take. Planting seeds of compassion with each breath my body makes synthesizing with the oxygen our trees produce to bring us back to the present moment of running into the unknown realm of the forests wake.

I met my shadow at the end of the hall. BlackBerry bushes entangled around my legs causing me to fall. The land began to reclaim what man took from her. So I return once more to look for the parts of me that were burned & buried alive a true martyr. My ancestors weaving stories through these bones. The chattering of a cold winds blow through my vessel sends me into the next room, hoping for a bit of relief from what seems like doom. I am a walking story for those to read the pages of their own book that was thrown into the sea. My shadow a reflection of what man must see, in order to overcome this tumultuous journey. We are awakening to the truth they distracted us from, so when I align with my shadow they see they have not won. For embracing the parts of myself that are hard to accept, makes me stronger than the souls that are indebted, to the practices of darkness evil and decept.

This dual nature ; creation and death. Man and Earth. Dark and light. Has been polarized upon this Earth for generations. We see ourselves in different facets and too know that with the changing of the seasons comes rapid transformation. Like birth, death can bring many emotions and memories. So we honor the relationship of the sacred here and now to revitalize our connection with the Spirit of the land. Knowing that Great Spirit lives in the present Grant’s us access into the threshold for life and death to be fabricated into a minor dream. A dream state that asks us to return home to the Spirit. Whether on land or in the land of Great creator we see polarization overtake our lives. So now the Thunder Beings ask us to serve duality with justice and penetrate the veil of illusion so we may come to know peace in transformation. So we may come to know that destruction too will bring creation. It is the consequences of our own internal fire that show us the dual force of nature. When we show up in integrity we honor the present with an interconnection to the divine and sacred.

Everyday starts with a choice. To trust that all will work out accordingly or to control the outcome. Being in Hawaii has taught me to release control of the mental grasps that confined me to an internal prison of unacceptance. Waking with the sound of tropical birds shows me to communicate with my surroundings. To feel the essence of all living things and to maneuver with the day. We as humans get so caught up in trying to maximize the value of each moment in return falling short to a plethora of expectations. When we feel that our universe is not responding to us maybe we could ask ourselves, how am I not listening to it, or how am I communicating my needs and desires.

Island time slows you down to embrace each moment. From the way a cool breeze catches the trees and sends leaves dancing. From the flowers stretching to bloom in compassion for our ability to see. I am humbled by the return of my senses. Basking in the ambience of bliss fills my cells with an experience of surrender. Surrender to the weavings of all living things and their story.

Our unique way of making choices in this world is aligned to how we view our circumstances. So with each day comes an opportunity to bask in gratitude and perseverance. Our society has established a way of living that counteracts the efforts that we’ve put into surviving and living in actuality. So when faced with the choice, will you opt into regret of failed expectations or will you feast on the plentiful plate of opportunity?

Perspective teaches me many things;

1. We are all experiencing the world through a lens to which another may be unable to see through. Our authentic voice is the true realm of awareness for others views and how to communicate through disagreement.

2. What works for someone may not work for you. Keep trying.

3. If you have a bandana over your eyes and you have a glimpse of light, would you try to peak through the cracks or would you utilize your other senses to create a way of strengthening your abilities as a human?

4. Someones sunny day could be anothers worst day, when we open to compassion we take away the egoic principle of jealousy and greed. Thus opening the gateway of connection through explanation in authenticity.

5. We dont have the entire picture ever, what we see is surface level to the divine plan in which creator sets ahead for us. Our road blocks create a path in the brain for problem solving and strength. Utilizing intuition to guide you into harmony with your surroundings allows us to activate our full potential.

I see people connecting deeper more and more each day. From each corner of the world comes people who have lived experiences that shaped them to be in this exact spot now. I see the divinity in all living things and occurances. My heart stretches in gratitude as I am transported to memories or interconnectedness between all living things.

It starts with perspective and ends with choice and action. When your day has unfolded before your eyes, what will you choose to keep the message of spirit alive?

Retraining my brain to expand in new ways, these limiting beliefs are constricting my play, a child from the heavens come down to touch the earth, my spirit was never meant to question my own worth, so now I return back to the planet and creator for healing, for opening my heart to the situations in which I’m feeling. Shifting my emotions into gratitude, my spirit remembers to fly high into new altitudes. Channeling into the ethers and remaining on this planetary force, consciousness expanding to touch the warriors who come in riding the white horse. So we too may come to know peace in this life, ridding of eternal damnation on this third dimensional ride. Cleansing and clearing, accessing new frequencies, the challenge is breaking free of the condemning sequences, that make it hard to believe, you are a divine piece of the puzzle, ready to activate & connect to your noble stead.

The work calls me.. I’m ready

Lavender skies I open my eyes to the Divinity that resides inside of the constructs of my mind and may each day we intertwine the Beauty and the balance that is mine you see I’ve come here for a purpose I have come here to be seen but getting masked in my presence of nobleness do this deed overcoming obstacles charting through territory the lavender Skies guide me this is my purgatory

Living up to the name of an anjel, only to realize that the dance with my own devils made me a force to wreckon with on the dance floor of struggle. I shake and I shimmy pushing away what no longer serves me, I sit against the Earth with my wings spread over the rocks. Somedays both sides get to come out and play, a reckless siren and a damsel with the light if a new day. I am whole when I acknowledge both sides of my personality, always relating to that Gemini mood of duality. I embody a being who has found light amidst her dark. I play with my shadows so strength and fear play their parts.

Thank you for being the person I needed to show up to cheer me on, when I looked for an unfamiliar face on the bleachers you were there to support me. I give thanks for the masculine energy you brought into our lives. Balancing out the spaces where structure and security would give us hope to a new frame of independence. Welcomed with open arms, and through closed off hearts you stayed apart of the cycle of our growth. Always ensuring you would love us no matter what we put you through. I spit angry words, volatile with the smell of agony and distress. Aiming my arrows at you trying to penetrate the forcefield of protection you barricaded around our home. Now as a human being standing in front of you I respect you. For being so strong through moments of deception, keeping your space and trusting that this was the direction. That would enhance your growth as an anchor of divine protection. Thank you dad, I honor you and your essence.

Welcome to the concrete jungle

Where they crush your hopes and dreams

What happens when the foundation of lies begins to leak

Mud comes pouring faster than mans mind can think

Sand sinking into the structure they thought they could keep built over our natural way of life

What happens when your materials can no longer survive a tumultuous storm

Thunder beings are present in these June winds

Let the colony rebuild what’s held within