12/21/2012 Activation of solar light bodies

A wonderful Video by Patricia Cota-Robles

The Monkeys And The Lions

By Elliott Robertson

If I could have told the monkeys and the lions

To wait for me, I would have.

But monkeys do not listen, and lions do not wait.

Lions know life, this moment Now, 
is too precious to be spent 
waiting for a rose who lack the courage to unfold. 

Monkeys know listening to a fool 
pretend he can’t climb trees

Won’t help the fool drop pretense.

One day I will break the spell,

Snap out of being broken 

I will be a lion open to moving 
through safaris at nature’s pace;

I will be open to unfolding like a rose.

One day I will hear the moon cry out,

“I see you, yes, I see you – you are God.”

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Elliott Robertson's poems have appeared in Daily Word, Unity Magazine, and Miracles Magazine.   He is a grantwriter living in Philadelphia.

Elliott Robertson
erobertson@mail.com

It is all about our Grand Emergence as a God Race

Message from Tiara Kumara, Children of the Sun Foundation 
on behalf of the Council of Light at Shamballa

Let's keep going everyone, all that you are feeling, all that we are experiencing is very REAL!!! We are so blessed. We are so loved and we are so supported in all that we are doing to shift our planet and realize the Golden Age. 

Let's ride that rainbow arc of the full moon and gather on the Grid and bathe in the Sacred Fire Love of God. The actualization of Divine Love is one of the most important initiations that we are taking as an evolving group consciousness.

I love you all immensely. On behalf of the Foundation and all Children of the Sun, THANK YOU for your presence of light with us at such an exciting time on our sacred planet.

   

Going to Church

Poem and Photos By JR Hager

I never left

where I came from

where I'll be from

born into another

will be there next

I never left Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

this spaceship Earth.

 

I never left

where I'm standing

where I'm landing

grass tickling toes

snow numb toes

or stepping aside

my feet are on Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

trekking Terra Earth.

 

I never left

where I'm seeing

where I'm being

between every blink

beauty's eye-full truth

blossoms from heaven

I always see Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

eyes on Terra Earth.

 

I never left

where I'm all days

no special days

praying all-ways

communal coexist

psalms heard scriptures

Nature hymns my ears

I never left Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

our holy Terra Earth.

I'm 50-ish, live in Lancaster County PA.

I wake, I breath, I smile, I walk the dog, I photo, I write, I smile, I video, I edit, I blog, and keep an eye on the sky, and smile some more.

JR Hager Going to Church

By the Shore

By Elliott Robertson 

I was surprised to see my mother

walking by the shore.

She had died ten years before

without knowing how deeply I loved her.

“I wanted to return

to tell the God of Truth I love Him,

in the winter, in the summer,

in all His expressions in the world.”

She walked further down the beach

after she had spoken

in a language I had never heard before.

I stood still and watched

as she grew more distant, just a speck.

And when she disappeared, the words

she spoke trickled down from head to heart.

She had returned to speak to God

and she had found the Truth within me;

her mission completed--

she walked on until beyond my sight

returned to Heaven’s doorway, Heaven’s Light.

Elliott Robertson

Locust Street

Philadelphia,

PA 19139