When we consistently engage with our all-loving ‘I Am’ presence
We automatically generate new neurological pathways
That are in alignment with our sovereign identity
Overwriting old outdated internal dialogues
That no-longer serve
These new neurological pathways assist with cultivating
A more compassionate internal-narrative
Enabling one to respond
In more loving and forgiving ways
To any old memories and experiences from the past
That may have caused anxiety
And releases them
Thus expanding our emotional parameters
Of self-worth and self-love
Enabling better discernment
And abilities for critical thinking
For as we begin to understand
That we are all co-creators
Of our own realities
And that everything happens for our highest good
We start to hold space for others to acknowledge
Their own Sovereign-equality, as well
And as we collectively move forwards together
What we discover
Is a genuine desire to be of service
Leaving any old self-serving habits behind
Safe in the knowledge
That service to others is actually
Service-to-ones-own-self
For all beings are ONE
On the ‘Path of Love’
I am another You
You are another Me
And We are all ONE with 'The Creator'
With no one above us
And no one below.
From the NEW BOOK:iPoem’s Blog (1988 – 2021) out NOW!
One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide
Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide
While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial
And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal
Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries
Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies
Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines
Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction
Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation
From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation
From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration
Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation
Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago
Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders
Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories
Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake
Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed
By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed
With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future...
This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media
Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth
Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey
Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants
And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists
Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device
Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships
To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal
Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity
In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively
For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant
Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens
Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories
Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams
Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes
Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection
As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding
That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable
As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form
Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering
Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus
As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice
By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source
Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.
Updated: 29/02/2020
Kaleidoscope Memories is Published in the Pluralist Magazine:
