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Once You Stop Looking For It, It Finds You

Stop Searching

A baby with just one shoe… now that’s an odd thing
To behold in a stroller at the shopping mall.
What is this mother thinking? Is she not aware
That the child’s shoe is missing? Indeed she must care
That it is. It’s apparent that she’s dropped the ball.
What is she doing to well protect her offspring?

A few days ago actually it’s been gone.
She was at the same mall, and she search everywhere
She could think of without any kind of success.
In a while she decided to give up the stress
It was causing her. By her not choosing to bear
Any blame, she has her spirit to rely on.

No longer in a negative state, she received
And impulse to return to the mall with her child
Wearing only the one shoe. This seemed to her strange,
She went with her gut. The universe did arrange
But the perfect encounter, and she got a wild
Stoke of luck that would otherwise not be believed.

A group of teenaged girls wondered by, and one said
With excitement upon seeing the little one,
“The other shoe’s in the lady’s room at Macys.”
Then one offered to get it. Events such as these
Are available to everyone. Do not shun
What comes to you by impulse. Act on it instead.

Communicate With Non-Physical

Spirit Is Among Us

Since my mother has passed she’s been blinking the lights
Everywhere I go to let me know she’s around.
I’m surprised and delighted to know that she can.
She communicates now with me much better than
She did when she was physical. What we have found
Is continued relationship and grand insights.

But is she or is she not communicating
With me? Or is my wishful thinking making me
More susceptible to exotic episodes?
If I ask these questions the connection erodes.
She exists still, and I am most grateful to be
Receptive to the truth. Peace of mind it does bring.

There can be no resistance in that vibration.
She is passed, and she’s not doing anything strange
Or upsetting. It’s best for me to understand
That the soul never ceases. This knowledge is grand.
It makes me more receptive to positive change
In my outlook which is of my own creation.

My mother is no longer the human being
That she was. Resistance, fear, and doubt are released.
Everything that we fought about no longer holds
Any interest so that whatever unfolds
Is of value. My feel for life is then increased.
I’ll adhere to this wonderful way of seeing.

The World That Is

Times Of Change Are Eternal

The world is not as out of whack as it’s perceived
By the human inhabitant. There’s just a bit
Of negative emotion that has momentum.
One does not need a theory on where it comes from.
The challenge is in our finding some benefit
In its happening wherein some growth is achieved.

Life should feel better to me. I should get what I
Really want without question. I should not suffer.
Things should unfold before me. Power I should feel
That I can make good use of. This world is ideal
As its contrast seeks balance. I do not concur
With all that takes place here. This I cannot deny.

People have lost their sense of worthiness because
Of the distorted story that’s been told to them
About who they are and what they came here to do.
At the point of awakening to what is true,
We have ways we can deal with the psychic mayhem
And it feels good for some to return to what was.

At this time those who are looking at last will find.
Revelations and answers to questions are due
About human behaviors. There’s no one right way
Of living. There are many – too many to say.
We’ve the chance of an eon to try something new.
We must once and for all leave the old world behind.

On The Death Of Our Mother

The Demise Of The Feminine

Who would fuck their own mother in praise of Allah?
It’s one hell of a question, yet this is the place
Where the demons of Satan rejoice in manhood.
Anything that a man does is righteously good
But a woman’s existence is mired in disgrace
From the arrogant authors of their dilemma.

But this place is made hell like. Not by her own will
Does she suffer the symptoms of human disease.
She heats up and feels nauseous as the result
Of her virulent sickness so cruel and occult.
Her immune system fights us. She will cough and sneeze
And whatever it takes. She does not mean to kill.

 How on earth does a god make all men so supreme?
Multifunctional women take on their men’s hate
Like the scapegoat, absorbent and obedient.
Animals should be able to take your torment
Until you say they’re sacred? The hell you create
Ripples throughout the species. The pain is extreme.

Take your left hands and lick them ‘til they’re squeaky clean
And then use them as always. Do stick them up far
Where they may reach your sick minds. God Damn you people!
Greater Force is the Feminine, and I’m grateful
That the earth has its systems, as harsh as they are
To the human infection so vile and obscene.

Who Possesses One’s Back?

Trust In The State Of Affairs

We rely much on others for so many things.
Human interdependence on one another
Is the backbone society bares to possess.
Yet with trillions of bones to pick, people obsess
Over what makes the buck stop, then want to defer
All its value to nothingness and what it brings.

When someone has departed this physical plane
Of existence – one who was the main bread winner,
Those surviving may suffer a multiple loss.
With no income replacement they must bear the cross
Of maintaining their way of life. Debt may incur.
Money problems are what drive most people insane.

But, the dead are not missing, although they are missed
Through believing that communication has ceased.
They reach out to us frequently after they’re ‘gone.’
Some can hear what they tell them and rely upon

A much wider perspective where trust is increased
In the infinite process in which all exist.

Only when in alignment can spirit be heard.
To be in the receptive mode is important
If one seeks independence from all ownership
Of one’s back, and it helps to get a firmer grip
On the true self within who alone can supplant
Providence of the worldly and its fickle word.

My Mother Was Human

Logical Greeting

When I think of my mother, I do so with heart.
She had love for humanity and common sense.
She was not always logical, but warm and kind
And a woman of substance with grace intertwined.
I knew safety and comfort. Her love is immense
So I don’t have to miss her. We’re not far apart.

Mother was sometimes scary. She could read my mind
And could tell how I’m feeling at any moment.
How she does that is something I may come to know
But for now it’s sufficient that I learn and grow
To my fullest potential and dare not lament
That somehow I am different and so resigned.

Again I will be with her perhaps sometime soon.
That would not be objectionable given that
I have been around humans enough to report
That God’s project is viable. It’s nothing short
Of an alien mission. This strange habitat
Is both wild science fiction and lethal cartoon.