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Being told a million-one-fold

That the Magick Bubble

Is where healing is

It Dawned on me

That the Voice of Grace

Is the only one

That’s reliable Now

Twisting

Contorting

The Mirror Angel took over

With eyes wide open

Looking almost crazed

Gazed directly into the Soul

And concisely

Asked the rhetorical:

“You don’t remember

Do you?”

With crystal clarity

He spoke in Perfect Silence

To what it is to Know

And with Heart’s

Desire to be Loved

And appreciated fulfilled

She accepted the Miracle

As her own to share

Tending to things

Taken personally

Tends to make worlds matter

And tends to make world’s matter

Those that Know

Know that the Gift

Shares its Self

Without opposition

And subverts with it

When the devil

Of the replacement world

Beckoned Heart

To throw herself at him

She turned to her Spirit

Longing to have the pain

Taken away

So he did

He took it in Spirit

And he took it personally

The former as a release

Into the Way of Healing

The latter treated

As a waste product

Meticulously removing it

By Sword

Then releasing it

By flushing it

Flurries of messages

Of duality came

And each and every

One of them

Said the same thing:

Duality of the items

Of multiplicity

Have no fear

The tools being shared are active

And operate without opposition

There will be a spark

And the will to move with them

Will take over

And within is Courage

And within is Strength

And it’s yours

The Running-in-Place Dream ends

As the devil

Of the replacement world dies

Spirit’s devil died by Sword

Heart’s did too

What is it that you need

To be saved from?

Contradiction?

Meritocracy versus dependence

The forever non-choice

The Savior is one

Who shares the Gift

With one who doesn’t know it

So they can Know it

Share it and become the Savior

How could it be otherwise?

Come, come, come one and all!

The replacement devil now falls!

When you see the impossible

Either you’re going to force it

To fit your story

Or

You’ll be Honest

Confessing pain and fear

To those that don’t Love

Attracts the pain and fear

Of those that don’t Love

Heart has the opportunity

To share the Gift

With One who wants

To share it with her

She has the opportunity

To flourish

She’s been granted Grace

The Liberation of Heart

Overflows with

Escapades, shenanigans

And many extra ganzas

It feels almost ironic

And yet so perfectly obvious

That the Way to Know God

Is in Stillness

Allow your entire being

And everything you do

Become an expression of Love

Why should anyone feel guilty

For evil losing an expression?

And the Ring became the Crown

And the Crown became the Ring

The Gift is Touching, Wise

Insightful and Knowledgeable

Free for the Living

Unavailable to the dead

The scenes were chaotic

At times seeming like

The ghosts of the past

At times seeming like

Parts and

Pieces and

Particles of

Potential pain

Burning and churning

Like a farm

Of anti-charm yearning

The chaos of confusion is clear

The core of the story

Is everything that’s been

Judged against

Not just the negative

But all aspects of contradiction

It rang True that Heart’s Sword

Was delivered

The Sword that ends

The devil cancer

At the core of her story

The marriage

To the world dissolved

Abolishing all of hell with it

To not take things personally

Receive as Spirit

Express as Heart

With the broken heart mended

And nothing left dependent

Heart wrapped her wings

Around Spirit

Making Love for eternity

In no time at all

The Miracle

Has already been accepted

Stop shaking the symbols

Just be done

Justice is done

The Crown Ring

The warmth of Sight

The Message of Stillness

The Love of Heart

In Freedom

Oh, so weird

That Wisdom appeared

My friend in Love

And a war that’s no more

Playfully she stated

Confidently and joyfully,

“You’re still afraid to Live!”

“In what way?”

I inquired

As if a deeper meaning’s

Required

“Why can’t you

Switch on the Light

From across

All of space and time

When the intent

Is to abolish the Night

And the face

That hides the grime?”

In stillness I stopped

And found the willingness

To open my Heart

And to listen to all of this:

“You’re afraid to break things

That you don’t want

And aren’t even there

Which is precisely

What the Miracle is for”

Heart’s Power is Spirit’s Peace

The Miracle shows

For the first and last time

That the Body’s a reflection

Of a world which it’s

The sacrificial victim of

From the first

To the very last time

“So why did you do it?

Love Babylon?”

The question posed

Lifetimes ago and disposed of

In each and every one of them

Though the question was meant

To draw one Home

“I don’t know

But I know now

That wasn’t Love

Which I know now

Because Now I Know Love”

Feeling empowered

And reminiscent

Heart Touched Knows

That making Love

With Spirit is Home

The Miracle

Is shared with Heart

To fill her full of Spirit

And the will to share Spirit

Gratefully with Heart

How the story began

Was no fault of your own

It was not deserved

The fear of retribution unjust

The fallout

From the guilt and shame

Was not your cross to bear

It was not

It is not

It will never be

Innocence

Take hold

Of God’s extended hand

Be the Love

You were created to be

Fully express

The Miracle of This Love

The Stream emanates

From the Fountain of Youth

Its Purpose to Renew

Its Wisdom to Enlighten

Its Waters to Bless

As entitlement fades

Nuance and subtlety arise

Do good

Not to earn reward

But because

It’s what you’ll remember

In forgiveness

Miracle Mindedness

Attracting what we confess

The confession’s betrayed

In the recognition

That the devil’s

In the conviction

That self-sacrifice

Leads to Love

Personal devils are no more

All you’re being asked

Is to let go of the idea

That there’s somehow Love

Where there isn’t