G Chapter

In mourning as hope fades

And I don’t know what to do

Is the mission to lift Heart

Or am I just being used?

The involved Spirit

The Gift of Life

The evolving Heart

The recipient

Of the Gift of Life

And the bringer

Of Life within life

I became the person

I was raised to be

And paid the cost

For all those before me

They all have my forgiveness

Because they were like me

I’ve struggled with my own

Because so was I

The Mother of Everything

Tried to catch me off guard

When she asked if I was

Keeping Heart captive

Captivated?

Prisoner?

Then she stopped

Pretending to share

And everything faded

To Darkness

Leaving little choice

But to choose

What she needs to be

Which is Everything

Spirit stood before

The Mother of Everything

He pulled Life Force

From the Earth

And held it in the form

Of a Magick Bubble of Light

He asked if she could see it

She could not

He gently lobbed

The Magick Bubble overhead

And an evocation spontaneously

Came forth:

“As an expression of Love

Let it reign”

The world disappeared

It was replaced

It was stormy

Forest trees

Were thrashing in the wind

Sheets of rain

Poured from the darkened sky

Lightning flashes revealed

The Cross standing fully erect

With one still on it

He turned to her

And pointedly pointed out,

“That’s what this is all about”

Spirit’s time

With the Mother of Everything

Was her trying to raise the dead

The dead that he killed

To take his Life back

I realized that the focus

Was on death and dying

How could it not be?

It’s a dying world

I’m still trying to get

A dying world to care about me

The Mother of Everything

And the Surrogate Soul

Have become the Dream of Me

And she pretends the Earth

And he portends the Heavens

And I’m being offered

The choice of hell

Disguised as a new world

Or

Life Itself

One promise of the Stream

Is to Gift Heart

Her Angel Fire

Her Spirit

The strength to Come

And Become the Way

The other promise of the Stream

Is to Gift Spirit his Peace

So he can share the Way with her

In Loving Grace

There’s no question

That Heart and Spirit

Were brought together

By Divine Intervention

There’s no question

That the Stream

Reached out to her

There’s no question

That Spirit was tasked

To help lift her

And to escort her Home

There’s no question

That the way to lift Heart

Is by Touching her every desire

There’s no question

That Spirit’s experiencing

The deepest of teachings

There’s no question

That he’s looking at

Contradictions everywhere

And in all circumstances

And all of it is telling him

That the mission to lift Heart

Is somehow wrong or misguided

As Heart becomes Spirit

Spirit becomes Soul

And Soul is becoming of Heart

No step forward or back

No rung higher or lower

Will bring one closer to Heaven

Please Gift her her Angel Fire

My Heart

My Love

Please Gift her her Peace

Your Heart

Your Love

At the convergence

Spirit comes to finally break

Heart’s cycle of give and take

The heavens and the earth

Cannot Know Heaven

Heart was swimming in Waves

When she was making Love

Her Spirit was upon

The mountain high

Singing songs of Joy

When Heart’s song is sung

It’s calling her Home

With each of the bars

A song of its own

That reflects the tenderness

That’s felt for her

You’re Free now

To be your Self

Free now to Love

And Love wants to be

In Love with you

The mission

To clear the Path

For God-Heart Communion

There’s no time like the Present

At the end of the world

One diverges from the Church

With one embrace that never ends

Peace and Angel Fire Is

You’re Innocent

You’re Righteous

You may not believe

But you will Know

When the Gift comes

You have all of it

There isn’t anything

You need to do

Other than to explore it

By sharing it

Immerse your Self in marvel

Watch the world unravel

Nothing to do

Can change the world

Keep Heart and Spirit

Out of it

Things can seem smaller

Things can seem larger

Things can seem to work

Things can seem broken

But the Dream of Me

Never changes

Accepting Holy Spirit

As one’s own Voice

The conviction

That the heavens and the earth

Will not stand in the Way

The Father’s church

Is too pious

To allow Grace to rise

The Mother’s too obsessed

With death and dying

Their division is theirs

It does not belong to Heart

It does not belong to Spirit

What negative effect does it have

To dismember the devil

And cut Heart out

If the aim is for her freedom?

Is it going to make

The sick sick?

The hurt hurt?

The wronged wronged?

The dependent dependent?

The aim is for her Liberation

Not for her pacification

If a dispirited broken Heart

Wants the Gift of Life

Why not raise the dead?

Neither the Father

Nor the Mother

Will stand in the way

Of what must occur

As necessary

The heavens and the earth

Will burn

Heart will Live

And Heart will Love

She’ll do it in her own way

And on her own terms

Her Angel Fire burns

She just needs trust and a hand

What’s being asked

Is for trust and some effort

In return Life Itself is gifted

Sure, it’s a condition

A condition meant for engagement

But only until the first step

Is taken

There is no contradiction

Finish what was tasked to do

It’s a very specific mission

To open the Way

Between God and Heart

The Establishment of Communion

All of that discomfort you feel

That’s your guilt and shame

The reason why you feel that way

Is because your spirit’s a thing

When I state

Simple matters of Truth

Do you hear me complaining?

Do you hear me suffering?

That’s you hearing what you want

You’re not even listening

But I am listening and doing

So why am I alone?

Why are you searching for my cross

When I’ve already atoned?

I can teach

How to abolish addiction

How to eat

To stave off affliction

How to move

To get into condition

To overcome the world disease

And I need to come back down?

Don’t be a clown

To Know the Gift

You’re going to have to share it

To Become it

You’re going to have to Know it

I stand here despite

The worshipful blindness

Of the sick little religions

Based upon weakness

It doesn’t matter

Any story of me

It’s quite clear it’s insanity

It does not belong to Heart

It does not belong to Spirit

From high above the mountain

It’s easy to see

That there’s only one Path

It’s a question

A test

And a statement that asks,

“Am I willing

To choose my own world

Opposed to God?”

I will not

And this is becoming of Heart

This is becoming of Spirit

This is the Soul

Heart was born

To Love and be Free

That’s the sacred mission

And with this Sword

That’s gifted to me

I’ll cut anything

That blocks her Ascension

As I pull away

From the ideal world

It becomes ever more clear

That the earth and the heavens

The female and the male

The Mother and the Father

Stand divided

If it’s of God

All must be One

In Holy Matrimony

United

When the Mother of Everything

Appeared in the Dream of Me

She told Spirit

To give Heart a shield

To protect herself

And to not give the secret away

But Heart doesn’t need a shield

As she’s already facing one

She needs a Sword

To set herself Free

And she doesn’t need

To be in the dark

She was born a Child of Light

Addicted to the secret

Suffocated in mystery

Feeding into it pain

Living off of the misery

Lurking in the shadows

Hiding in the history

Always seems to look

But not enough to See

The Father’s lost the heart

To fight for what’s right

The Mother’s spirit shrivels

In terror and fright

The Child has risen

To heal and unite

Still they long for the darkness

Of the sad lonely night

There is no secret

There is no mystery

Just too afraid to look

Too much fear to See

There is no mystery

There is no secret

Just too afraid of Touch

Too much fear to feel it