Early Morning Vibrations ((((528hz++)))

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He stood there for a moment in amazement, taking in all the beauty that he had witnessed. A grand feeling of recognition had come over him, like he had seen her before, known her before, LOVED her before. He wondered ‘how could that be?’ when this was the first time his eyes had ever laid upon her. She was beautiful to him. A beauty that was completely familiar, yet he could barely make since of this familiarity. He had only stumbled upon this place by accident, wandering around the lands in search of something…anything. What that something was, he had yet to find out. He only knew that something deep inside of him had called unto him, beckoning him to set upon a quest. He did his best to avoid this ‘calling” for as long as he could, however one day his inner voice could no longer be ignored. He went to his family, and informed them that he would be leaving his village and had no idea of when he would return. He explained to them how there was something, greater than himself, that was asking him to go beyond all that he had ever known. All the lands, the borders, and boundaries he had never crossed were now screaming for him to come and discover them. He had no clear direction, no map, nowhere in particular to be, he only knew that he had to answer this calling with all his heart and set out at once. Early one morning, before the sun rose over his village, he gathered his things and left quietly. He let that inner voice guide him, turning him left and right….allowing it to take him over hills, across small streams, and through forest he had never seen before. It was his time to be silent, and just take in every moment. He’d never felt so alive, so free. His whole life he had been bound by rules, rites of passage, and also by his family, but this moment was for him. With every step that he took, he was becoming more and more unrestricted, more and more liberated, more and more free. The further he traveled away from his village, the freer he felt. It was if he was a bird, and in this moment he was learning to fly. He’d come across some friendly tribes along the way who allowed him to live temporarily with them. He found himself so mesmerized by the many strangers who were so willing to open their doors to him & share their food with him. He’d stay with them for as long as he could, but then that inner voice would sound off again, and he’d here “It’s time to move” so he’d gather up his belongings once again, and continue on his journey. He kept count of his many days and nights as he sat under the stars in silence. The sounds of nature served as his lullaby, soothing him. In the distance he’d hear so many creatures calling out into the night, and he LOVED every moment of it. He witnessed a peace he had never known before in this world. A peace that he wanted to expand upon, a peace that he wished he could bottle up and carry with him along his journey, so that one day he could bring this same peace back to his village. One morning, as he awakened, he opened his eyes to a beautiful blue bird’s song. He was astonished that the bird was so close to him, so fearless. The bird sit perched upon a log that rested above his head. He could do nothing but smile. As he sat up, he began speaking to the bird, asking what it was doing. The bird spoke back in song. He pulled out some bread from his bag, and laid some crumbs out for the bird. The bird stepped back, stretched his wings as far as he could, and sang to him once more. He got up, and began to pack his things in preparation for the day’s journey. The bird stood watch over him. The moment he had everything packed, the bird began to fly whisking around the man. “So I have a companion on this journey?” The bird took off in front of him, as if to lead him. Something inside of the man knew to follow. The bird would fly ahead, and then fly back to the man as if to say “hurry!” He had no idea where he was being led to, only that he must follow the bird’s path which had now become his own. They were one, flying together. This went on for most of the morning, until suddenly the man came upon a beautiful lake. The bird stopped. The man, out of breath, sat down beside a tall tree. The bird landed beside him and sang. He hopped from one side, then to another. “So this is what you wanted me to see? A lake? “ The bird replied in song, a melody that melted his heart. Then he flew away. The man sat and watched him disappear beyond the trees. He laughed to himself realizing that he spent most his morning following a bird. Is that what this journey was about? At least he was left in what can only be described as paradise. He had no idea of where he was, but only that he had never seen colors so vibrant. The trees, the grass, the water, even the sky seemed to speak to him. He laid back against the tree, and just took in his surroundings. Suddenly a woman appeared. He slowly sat up and moved silently behind the tree. For some reason, he felt he should hide. She was alone, and he certainly had no intentions of startling her, but immediately he noticed her. She was tall, with hips that swayed with the wind. She laid in the grass, and smiled to herself. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He watched as she dived into the lake, and swam over beneath a waterfall, resting there. He greeted her. Without even flinching, she turned directly to him as if she knew he had been there all along, yet she didn’t speak. She just stared. Their eyes locked. He speaks again. She turns towards the trees slowly, looks back at him once again, smiles,, and disappears behind the trees. He realizes that he is stuck where he stands, taken over by a mere moment. He doesn’t know if he should take off after her, or stay put, all he’s knows is that he has never seen anyone like her in his lifetime. She feels like home.

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She came to this place often. It was surrounded by silence, away from the chaos and the noise of her village. There was nothing more she LOVED than to pull away from her tribe just to be. She’d been coming here since she was a young girl. She stumbled upon it one afternoon, by chance some would say, but she knew better. This place served a purpose. It became her refuge. She’d stay here for many moments, losing track of all sense of time, just enjoying her freedom. There was no one she ever shared this with, not because they were unworthy, but because here she could simply breathe. Here she could dream. Here she became more herself. It wasn’t far from her village. As a child she dreamed of this space over and over. She never needed to be surrounded by many friends. She was a loner of sorts. She did well in the midst of her own company. She’d been like this since she was a child, and rather than understanding her need to be free, she was often criticized and sometimes even out casted for being different than the others. She was coming of age. Beautiful in her stance. She stood out, but not by choice. She was a simple woman inwardly, often finding herself contemplating life, and her reason for being. She felt one with her surroundings, whether it be nature, animals, or her fellow tribesman. Though she was raised with a reverence for all of life, hers went beyond. Some would say she was “special” and that she obtained certain powers. She was known for her visions and could see into others as if they were created from glass. Often, many would seek her out for advice. She had been asked to visit the counsel once her powers were known. And she’d stand before them, listening intently, taking in their wise words. She did not like the attention she received, and so to be in this space, this quietude where she could just be herself was nothing short of heaven for her. This was peace. There was a stream she’d often find herself lying beside. She’d lie in the grassy area surrounding it, and stare endlessly into the sky. Birds would begin to serenade her into a soft meditation. They’d sing high praises upon her arrival. They’d sing to her as if she could decipher their song. Their melody held messages for her, and somehow she knew this. She felt it. She’d look up at them and breathe into the thought of having wings and soaring to distant lands. She LOVED the idea of having such freedom as a bird. The sun kissed her skin leaving behind a bronze glow. Its rays adored her, and she reciprocated the feelings. She’d smile at its brilliance, thanking it for bringing forth life and movement. And as their LOVE affair reached scorching heights, she’d dive into the lake to bring the temperatures back down again. She could stay here forever. To her, this was living. It often overwhelmed her to take on so many different types of energy from others. What others saw as “power” she’d give up if she could just to be “normal”, just to be like everyone else. She thought about why she was so different, but knew that somehow and in some way, this would all make sense …someday. Now, she would just enjoy the peace of her sacred place. And as she swam around in the lake, she headed towards the cascading waterfalls. There were a series of them. Some thundered down into the stream, as others were gentle…soothing even. Behind the waterfalls was a cove. There was not much space there, but it was perfect for her. There was so much beauty surrounding her to get lost into. She let the water cascade onto her head, tracing the line of her back and finding its way into the lake. These moments made her feel vibrantly alive. She was completely present, free of feeling, of seeing, of questions……she was simply herself. And without warning, she immediately turned around looking into the eyes of another. Someone she had never seen. His eyes were piercing, intense, yet they had a peaceful vibration. Unafraid, she stood still awaiting his next move. He was perched upon a slight hill staring at her. He’d been watching her as she swam around, admiring her sun kissed skin. He slowly stood. She stepped away from the showers of the waterfall into a shallow part of the lake. The water sat right below her knees. They take a moment to acknowledge one another. A vision flashes like lightning, and she is unable to make sense of it. He softly speaks. She does not reply. He speaks again as she begins to walk onto shore, water dripping from her body. He only sees beauty. Their energy swirls, it speaks louder than any words to be found. She turns back to him and smiles, then takes off beyond the trees. It is time for her to head back to her village. Tonight, she must again meet with the counsel.

The Return

Ancient LOVE moves to the present.... Forgotten passions... Divine recognition... LOVE streams.... Hope Floats.... Hearts Sing..... Present Confusion - compassion unfound.... Pain bounces.... Feet are stuck... Pride soars.... Egos scream.... Fear reigns.... Separation ensues.... Remember me - remembering you... I AM as you are.... I exist because you beam ...My LOVE.... hear my calls... hear my heart... hear my soul.... My all calls to you from an ancient space that has become a lonely place..... Come back to me.... -Wisdom Grace Magic

Silence Speaks

Too many times we resist moments of silence. We've grown so uncomfortable with silence, that we fill it as it arrives. Whether it's by turning on the television,  the radio, or whatever,  for some reason we've moved from the divinity of silence into the fear of it. We feel more comfortable with "background noise"....
So what about silence scares us? We're not taught that we can control our minds....which we indeed can, but rather by staying busy we can somehow silence the constant chatter in our minds. Yet, when we have done all we can, the chatter is still there.

Silence is needed. It is in this divine realm that we are able to quiet our minds and make sense of all that plagues us. In silence is where we are able to hear the voice of the inaudible. The way is heard in silence. The LOVE is felt in silence. Peace takes us over if and when we remember how to work with silence vs. Resisting its arrival.

Meditation takes on many forms. I am not one to speak on techniques or steps because I believe that many times, while focusing on tecniques, we forget to focus on the actual spiritual practice. There is no one right way. All roads, however different,  lead to the same destination. ...whether in this lifetime or another. So then, why get lost in techniques when all we must do is begin somewhere,  anywhere,  and allow the journey of rediscovery to take place.

So rather you do moving meditations, quiet meditations, whether you drive, walk, run, or sit in stillness, at one point or another, we have all meditated and have touched on divine silence. We've all had moments of clarity that came about once we quieted our minds. If we think back, we'll recognize that moment where everything was still and we were resting in a dimension of peace.

Breathe into silence. Inhale LOVE - exhale fear. Explore this realm in its entirety.  Rather than filling silence with background noise, just listen. Let us open our ears, our minds, and our hearts to what is always being transmitted to us. Let us tune into the voice of our inner self. Let us be moved by ITS message.

No matter how long it takes, how far we think we've run away, how long we resist...where ever we go, there we are....and wherever we are, so is a moment, a new now moment to listen to what is.

Embrace silence. Listen. Just listen.

LOVE & LIGHT

Forward On

Something inside of me is brewing. My life has been completely turned upside down....then right side up.....then upside down again. And again. I travel for a living now, which most times, leaves me very little time to indulge in the things that once brought me so much joy. Whenever I have a moment to catch my breath, I find that I either sleep it away or sit in silence for as long as possible. I miss the days where I had more time. More time to just enjoy life......but this is what I asked for, right? That old saying, "be careful what you ask for, you just may get it." rings in my ears over and over...... There isn't much that I've asked for that I haven't received, and I give divine thanks for that....however it is a Catch 22 in a sense. When we ask for things, we must be prepared to receive them. Giving and receiving go hand in hand, they cannot be separated......so then, we must be sure that we are prepared to take those divine steps once what we've asked for has shown up for us. And what shows up can appear as a lesson, a person with a divine gift, a situation, it's really endless....but will we be ready? That's the gotcha-gotcha. I think for certain things, people, places, situations, opportunities, lessons, challenges, triumphs.....I was absolutely 1000% ready, but for others...but for others maybe not so much. Not that I wasn't really "ready", but moreso what arrived for me was what was to prepare me, if that makes any sense. SO then patience, gratitude, humility,and so on...those all had to come to the surface as my resistance to what was surfaced. Yea...... Just my thoughts. I'm forever a work in progress. I hope to never stop growing, or becoming...... I resolve to be better in every moment. If I can't fly, I'll run. If I can't run, I'll walk. If I can't walk, I'll crawl....and if I fall.....I know, I'm still moving forward. Don't give up on you......no matter what happens....just keep moving. Sit in that space of knowing, and don't be moved. The process of EVOLving is never ending.