Show me the road of change

|ynMShow me the road of change

Emblazoned by the lucid sun     of my awareness

Put my feet on the path

And put the sight and scent of victory     in my heart

Let flowers grow bright in the graves of all my wounds

Let the silence that sources my soul      penetrate    
and calm all clamor

Help me to soar on the wings of my primordial joy

With innocence as my ground

And imagination as my sky

Oh Shining One ~

Paint a new image    on my canvas of destiny

Paint the flowing waterfalls of my renewal

Paint the rainbow bouquets of surrender    I present

Day upon day     at my Master’s feet

Paint me breathing in the timeless presence of Life

Pure     visceral

Uncreated   and undestroyed

Paint me humbly on my Golden Path

Firm in the crystalline salvation of self-love

Deepening always, my faith and gratitude

Walking steadily,   I am, on the path of the Ancient future New Dimension dawning

Like wind    like cedar     Like celestial birds and angel’s trumpets

Like fire      like night      Like mystery and equality

Like salt     like shell       Like sands    like tides of time…

Entrusting my journey,   I am,     to the guiding stars of my heart,

Blossoming I am,   a ripening fruit on the tree of our One Sovereign Creator.

PRIMAL GRACE

Staring at the morning fire
Its dancing orange waves consume my mind
I see my conscience, my sincerity
offered to the Holy
like a platter of fruit, ripe and sweet

Penetrated by the blazing majesty
of this primordial force

I am emptied out
until I can only feel
the heat of my heart
in communion with the Great Architect
of this mysterious existence
we all clamor within

seeking the path to be illuminated
seeking to put respect in our footsteps
and carry the whole in our palms 
seeking to be warmed by inner benevolence
seeking to burn with divine conviction
seeking to be fearlessly fueled by the fire of our invincible spirits

seeking to submit our small minds
like wood
to feed the flames

of a higher light
a deeper heart
an ancient brightness
to warm our souls
that we may shine
as humble sparks of the sun
bowing to the power
of Grandfather Fire’s
winged orange song of creation

Arising into the Divine Descent

I saw Magdalena     standing atop the crescent Moon
A celestial waterfall of rainbow nectar descending through her body,
renewing her crystalline instrument with higher octaves 

Standing open & receptive      with flames in her palms
and a primal-galactic-gaian serpent rising through her womb
granting spiralling wings    
that sing a song of innocence
with a pulsing crown of star light    illuminating & amplifying
her secret eye    that hears & responds
to the voice of Hunab Ku’s cosmictimelove beaming through the Sun,   
calling the lotus of the Earth to bloom    and the core of its heart     
to inform the gentle steps of our epic human journey    
as we voyage through the waves of death & rebirth …

I saw the prismatic mandala of Magdalena,    alive
standing as a woman,
bowing in the soul

to the one supreme source
     in infinite     immaculate
surrender
To  
The Divine Game   &    Eternal School of Being

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GAIA MA

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~ GAIA MA ~

Warm wings of your wind encircle me
Wholly and primal – I feel you…
Flowing windsnakes like rivers cleansing

In Your embrace I am liberated
as dense-mind-forms release back into spirit breath

Gaia-Ma You are the face of permanent change
You are the force of invincible movement
You are the Queen of Your Empire of Elements

Each of Your creatures with its precise yet thoughtless purpose
The monarch soars in its beauty above tall, swaying stalks of grass
The creek cascades in ever-renewing life force, offering its symphony of rushing joy
Your Sky hovers like a celestial canvas
Your flowers smile in innocent majesty
The Sun sings to You, Gaia-Ma,
as You dance around His Omnipotent Light in perfect spiral flight

With my feet on Your ground, I make contact with Your resounding immensity
I unite with my creature soul – at once fierce, calm, spontaneous, content, at home…
I submit as Your child to what is Real: Only Your Pulse Surging Through All

You are the Giver of All, Home to All, Mother of All
Queen of The Omnipresent Art of Self-Existing Nature

Your Ancient Paradise is our True Cathedral
Your Eternal Heart is our True Abode

You are calling to us to remember You
To open and receive You
To relinquish our mind-made agendas
And relish in the Living Wholeness of our Beingness
That You Are
That we are
in our deepest core

Gaia-Ma
Show us how to take refuge in You once again
Teach us to let Your vitality soothe our restless minds and our weary bodies

Oh Gaia-Ma
Help us to liberate our creature souls back into their nature
as Your empowered instruments of creative joy,
here to manifest
a life of victorious harmony for All

Bouquets of Love

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For Jose Arguelles ~ Valum Votan

Solar 16, White Crystal Mirror, March 22, 2013
2 Year Anniversary of Votan’s Passage

Tears falling
like warm diamonds
into my open, empty palms

I sit,
resting before your photograph

meditating on the Sun
we’ve swam around 2 times
here on Timeship Earth

since you
left

this dimension
and arrived
everywhere…

I know
you
are
not

in your eyes anymore

I know you live within my heart,

and within her heart, and within his…

I know that you live within everyone that loves you -
maybe that’s how you exist everywhere now…

The Rainbow still glows its mighty protection

Your spirit’s light sings
in the candle
the copal
the feather 

the flute
the stone

Your love guides us still
like a pulsing beacon from the other side

We thank you – ever and all ways – 
for the gifts that still give
for the treasures we still have yet to unwrap…

Over time,
the Mystery marching
To the One Celestial Heartbeat

that brought you, awoke you, and took you Beyond

To the One Celestial Heartbeat
that synchronizes the Heart of the Mission
inside each one of us,
as together
we keep growing

and tending
to the seeds of life

from the Holy Garden you planted

Each of us
like innocent sunflowers

facing towards the Light
basking in the rays
of the Sixth Sun’s Song

Praising
you

with
our
tiny
yet
vast

bouquets
of
shimming
gratitude

petals
like
diamonds

filling
our
hands

with
humble
yet
proud
offerings

Ah Yum Hunab Ku Evam Maya E Ma Ho!

~ Eden Skywalker, Ben4

Solstice 2012 in Palenque

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Having focused on, and prepared for the prophetic date of Dec 21, 2012 for the past 18 years, I was honored beyond words to cross the Solstice 2012 threshold in Palenque, Mexico, holding vigil around a blazing prayer fire, in sacred, torrential rains for hours on end, directly across from Maya Grandfather Don Marzo Yuk Quetzal, surrounded by a circle of kin, including many from the International Rainbow Family.

In the middle of the night, Grandfather’s presence was like a mystical mirage as he glowed in his white wizard cloak. He emanated fierce tenderness and determined compassion, many times proclaiming: “Guerreros de la Luz” (Warriors of light!) As he gently rattled, he was a shamanic artist, painting prayers with invisible colors, weaving words and hands as incantations before the sacred fire. The fire that consumed and transmuted one cycle into the next… the fire of the New Dawn burning vividly amidst the cosmic downpour. Grandfather’s eyes were closed the majority of the night, as he was clearly communing and communicating with his ancestors, his guides, the earth and the heavens.

I felt we were traveling on the canoe of the Maya ancestors, sailing through the “Xibalba Be” (Mayan term for the dark rift in the Milky Way Galaxy), while Grandfather was calmly and silently at the helm, letting Great Spirit steer. He navigated with an almost invisible hand, upholding the law of equality, permitting all to wield the moments of our long ceremony as the larger tapestry of communion unfolded through our collective heart.

For hours upon hours, we held hands, soaked and surrendered to the cosmic baptism purifying us from above, adorning the long moments with sacred songs of all traditions, while the ancient smoke of copal encircled us time and time again. Shiva Shiva… Hare Hare.. Hey Wichitayo… Tierra mi cuerpo… Om mani pedme hung… Countless sacred folk songs en espanol were cast. We were like children. Miraculously, every voice was pure, gorgeous, loud and holy as though the divine spirit was moving through each one’s vessel, guiding the ever-changing scene our one consciousness was to emerge into… Don Marzo’s wife Sylvie sang in octaves of crystalline rivers flowing from her soul, bringing me to encounter new angelic dimensions I had not yet met.

When the moment of Solstice SILENCE came, I was now sitting on my drenched wool poncho, directly across from Grandfather, next to Sylvie, all of us now seated before the grand fire, with a huge circle of kin still standing strong around us. It was a moment of ultimate nothing… pure being… Opening to receive the lucid victory of returning to zero, the victory of conscious unity on earth… Opening to send my heart and soul into the one shared, enlightened silence of inter-being… It was at once dramatic and calm, utterly surreal yet wholly penetrating. I was in ecstatic gratitude for all the days of my path that led to this conscious reunion, as I felt the presence of all the human hearts meeting this profound moment together… Surely the angels’ trumpets were heralding our arrival…

Hours later, as the sun of Dec 21, 2012 rose, our numbers increased dramatically. Still the rains poured, and together we greeted the directions with ancient Mayan prayers on this holy day of 4 Ahau. You could feel that now the mission was celebration of our successful crossing. Don Marzo’s beauty that shone like a gentle shaman in the night, now glowed like a soft king of heart in the daylight. His joy was both subtle and elegant, yet exuberant in the vast grin that ignited his face. Through Grandfather’s smile, the triumph of his ancestors resounded, and he was at once a wise elder and an innocent cosmic child.

As the day of Dec 21 unfolded in Palenque, the rains relentlesly poured, leaving nothing untouched. Arriving eventually at the ancient temples, the indigenous dancers were in full regalia – jaguar and coyote heads and feathers of unfathomable grandeur graced the moment as the copal burned on mighty coals. From many corners of the Earth, hundreds were gathered to feel the vibration of this ancient prophesized day resonating on the sacred stones and holy grounds. Natural Time Calendar kin had traveled from all around the globe to join in the festivities! Among other leaders, Stephanie South was there “On behalf of Jose Arguelles – Valum Votan, the healing of Mother Earth, and the manifestation of the Rainbow Bridge.”

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The day brought more long, rain-soaked circles of hand holding. Eventually, many of us joined in the sacred rhythms of the traditional dancers and danced joyously and timelessly in the mud. There was nothing to do but surrender to Mother Nature’s waters as she humbled us all equally and offered her cleansing rains to liberate the past world… Indeed, if you wanted to be in the majestic Realm of Palenque for Dec 21, 2012 you had to bear the unconquerable floods from the heavens. It felt it was not an average day at the Pyramids, as the temples too were being cleansed and renewed…

As I communed with the visible and invisible tribe gathered, I felt the ancestors and future generations inside my cells, my consciousness, my heart and soul, declaring: “Victory of Love. This is the Fulfillment of Prophecy.” This experience of TRIUMPH was not because of who we were, or where we were, or because of some particular ceremony being invoked… but because as a Global Family we were consciously unifying in our hearts, establishing a new foundation of lucid connectivity which is now our new guide in navigating here in 2013… I did, and still do, feel the TRIUMPH of successfully closing one cycle and entering into the next.

All told, I was in the rain for 16 hours straight. Having already known of the SunDance, now I have met the RainDance!

I feel the journey of this holy night and day is now a part of my soul. With infinite gratitude for this graduation and initiation, I bow to all the forces that allowed me this honor, and I vow to consciously integrate this empowerment into my life’s walk into the New World Age!

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Grandfather Don Marzo Yuk Quetzal 12/19/12

AH YUM HUNAB KU EVAM MAYA E MA HO!

*One more reflection that I’d like to share is that it seems that a theme of Dec 21, 2012 for many, including myself, was that the day did not unfold as had been formally planned or expected. I feel this is a powerful teaching as it disempowers our egoic agendas and humbles our self importance. Upon hearing reports of others experiences it seems that for some, the Solstice may have felt uneventful, or chaotic, or people may have ended up alone instead of gathered in community. Also for many it seems the Solstice was dictated by Mother Nature’s extreme weather, reminding us of who is truly in charge. Let us gracefully accept however our Solstice experiences unfolded – whether majestic or subtle. Let us know that, regardless of appearances, we have consciously crossed the threshold together, and are now within a New Dimension of Possibility!

Flower of my life

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Each new day
is a petal on the flower of my life

Growing, I Am
in the soil of Divine Earth

Illuminated, I Am
by the Eternal Father’s Sun

Nourished, I Am
by the Infinite Mother’s Streams of Mercy

Destined, my body’s rose is
to meet the Doorway of Death

Rejoicing, my Spirit’s petals are
to arrive one day in the Garden of Pure Light
liberated beyond color, scent and form
to bloom into a shimmering dewdrop
adorning Creator’s Celestial Bouquet of Being

Until that sacred breathless moment,
I inhale,
invoking Gratitude
for the myriad elements that sustain my thriving

Smiling as a humble lily in the field of this precious Earth
dancing and dreaming through my days
as we ever-spiral, round the Great Central Sun…

All of us but innocent daisies,
Children in an evolving Galactic Fairy Tale
Learning to care for the One Garden of Life

 

ALIVE


The immensity of the Earth resounds

Can we touch it with our minds?
Can we reach the Sky through our hearts?
Can our bare feet
Sink to the planet’s crystal core?

Alive
We are
Tiny hands

Yet vast powers
Of imagination to create with…

As She spins in space, holding us,
Does Earth feel the electrifying winds of our dreams?
Does Earth sense the swirling storms of our fears?

Does the Cosmos hear
The colors of our human longings?

Our painted webs of confusion?
Our solar flares of brilliance?

Does our cacophony of culture
create the dreamscape of this world?

Or is the chaotic music of our fears and hearts
but a response to this boundless mystery we drift within?

What are the True Limits of this Universal Game we are all playing?
What Laws of Life run this Grand Show?

We all know the ancient truths
Of Death & Birth & Sun & Moon

But what force chooses the identities we play-
Soldier, healer, merchant, mother?

What is the Source of the vibrations
that compose the forms we inhabit -
the disguises we wear?

What is the origin
Of the light burning in the stars
And the passion sounding in our souls?

Is the immensity of Earth
Reflected
In the endless potential

Of our humanity?

Is Her diversity alive
In our sufferings
And our glories?

As She
Speaks to us
In waves
Of heat
And
Quakes
And
Floods -

How do we reply
With our
Hands

And
Hearts

And
Minds?

How do we enact
The art of our culture

To confront the poisons
And apply the medicines
Of these
Breaking Times?

How do we summon
The fierce wisdom of our Ancestors

And the spiritual will of Generations Beyond Us
To meet us Now -
In the cauldron of our hearts

To guide our way together,
In this moment of Planetary Prophecy

Ever-nearing the Threshold’s crossing…
?

Alive
We are
Tiny hands

Yet vast powers
Of Love to create with

Be The Rainbow

~ This Poem is for Valum Votan-Jose Arguelles,
who is now on the other side of the veil ~

Be The Rainbow

Riding on a dragon’s back you came,
soaring in to our dreams
enchanted gifts from the one true wizard you gave to us
shields and swords made of cosmic gold,
ancient like the breath of stones

“Look here,” you pointed, inside our heart-caves
“Look deep,” you urged,
“See the Moon’s voice painting pictures of light,
“See the Sun’s call beckoning you to stand straight and tall,
Receive the blessings of the talking Stars
mapping the cycles of your galactic voyage,

Commune with the antennas of the Trees,
Receive the Earth’s crystalline pulse,
Be as one with her evolutionary force,
Synchronizing your heroic mission…”

With celestial wings made of pyramids,
you flew to the One True Center,
you opened the shimmering gates of Tulan,
and pointed to the Guardians of Cosmic Night
“Feed them with your surrender,” you sang
“Praise them with the violet petals of your mind’s heart.”

Deeper still, your feathers stretched,
with codes of rattlesnakes glowing upon their vastness
“To pass through,” you whispered with a smile,
“You must know the ripe moment
to offer your humble soul to the One World’s Soul…

To cross dimensions,
you must dissolve your little fears
into the One Dancing Ocean of Being…”

With a comet in your burning eyes you chanted:
“Only Harmony knows the True Time
Only Harmony knows the True Way
Only Harmony knows the True Self
Harmony is Atonement
Harmony is the Lord of the New Earth
Harmony is the Empress of the New Heavens
Harmony is the only key…”

Upon the blank canvas of our minds,
you showed us the Earth as a cosmic turtle
swimming in the mighty waves of timeless time
you showed us her destiny…

“Be the Rainbow,” you sang to us,
in melodies conjuring us to remember…

“Be the Rainbow,
and take company with the Angels
who protect our one Universe…

Be the Rainbow,
and sleep no more within this cosmic dream,
but Awaken as the Flower you are,
shining as a child in the Garden of Love

You raised your obsidian staff and declared:
“Be the Rainbow, We are One.
Be the Rainbow, We have won.
For the Battle of History
is only fought with the Light of Forgiveness
The Balance of Justice
is only brought with the Light of Compassion
The New Earth Chapter
is only written by the stars of your Heart
The New Human Culture
is only birthed through the wisdom of Planetary Art…

“Be the Rainbow
and Take Flight on the Wings of Now…
I am with you always,”
you closed with a bow.