<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:16:48.038-06:00</updated><category term='Natural World'/><category term='2012'/><category term='divine feminine'/><category term='ecospirituality'/><category term='Christ Consciousness'/><category term='channeling'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='sacred feminine'/><category term='totality of consciousness'/><category term='New Humanity'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='kundalini'/><category term='practical spirituality'/><category term='awakening consciousness'/><category term='transformation'/><category term='goddess'/><category term='eco spirituality'/><category term='gnostic'/><category term='joy'/><category term='Evolution of Consciousness'/><category term='higher consciousness'/><title type='text'>Waking Up On Earth</title><subtitle type='html'>We are the transformation we've been waiting for...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-4125878649207896215</id><published>2010-02-14T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:07:41.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution of Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who stole my ambition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who would do such a thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perhaps it was the "I" that stole the "me",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Along with its precious time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How does one live in this world with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No identity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seems the "I" has been placed into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Structure and form,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now some-one must learn to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DO SOMETHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I notice the desire for purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is present and unclear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because I want to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whose purpose do I serve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a sea of "me's"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And its collective fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S3g5otjI9FI/AAAAAAAAARo/8fli3Gws5Ls/s1600-h/Mouseand+cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S3g5otjI9FI/AAAAAAAAARo/8fli3Gws5Ls/s200/Mouseand+cat.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Perhaps I'll invest my energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Into defining this "I"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;As both dark and light...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;As the beauty we all nod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And agree upon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;As much as the ugly stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That sparks a bit of fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When plastered on the "other" one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I have no plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And I've lost all attachment to "fun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sounds scary... I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I find there's so much to absorb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When the "I" is here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And has lost all ambition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-4125878649207896215?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4125878649207896215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=4125878649207896215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/4125878649207896215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/4125878649207896215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2010/02/ambition.html' title='Ambition'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S3g5otjI9FI/AAAAAAAAARo/8fli3Gws5Ls/s72-c/Mouseand+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-4247584976509744344</id><published>2010-02-07T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:19:11.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does God Feel Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S28fDxgF7sI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eVTulzFX2lk/s1600-h/BeautyRiver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S28fDxgF7sI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eVTulzFX2lk/s320/BeautyRiver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night last night, I awoke to a question, "What does God feel like?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! The question begs for more than the usual, tired old words, concepts, and ideas. &amp;nbsp;I have been stuck in a paradox of "now what?" for a little over a year now. I feel like I have been bounced into another dimension from my direct feeling experiences with this liquid Love of the Universe, yet I find that I am unable to run to a cave that will protect me and the purity of this awakened state. It is my understanding that there are many of us who have been touched and changed by this Divine Frequency and we are being challenged to create and build an entirely new reality - founded on the Frequency of Love. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, I have found that language is not the best tool for sharing these inspirations. Music is better, but I have found that if it's too different from what our culture has settled on as an "acceptable" form of entertainment, using popular radio broadcast as the measuring rod, it will be rejected... much like the Wisdom that flows in the in-between of language and beliefs. &amp;nbsp;As much as I love words and writing, this approach fails miserably in trying to offer this lovely drink of Love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am inspired to pose this question to others. It excites me because I feel that the question is one of the best, most provocative and timely one for us all. Let each and every one of us begin to answer the question, and in the process, discover and invite the Truth about what God really is - in the realm of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin with one who answered the question many years ago. I don't know who posed the question to Mr. James, but I loved the response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S28cswiptHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vbZcz3gswn8/s1600-h/james.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S28cswiptHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vbZcz3gswn8/s200/james.gif" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I remember the night, and almost the very spot on the hilltop, where my soul opened out, as it were, into the Infinite, and there was a rushing together of the two worlds, the inner and the outer. It was deep calling unto deep, the deep that my own struggle had opened up within being answered by the unfathomable deep without, reaching beyond the stars. I stood alone with Him who had made me, and all the beauty of the world, and love, and sorrow, and even temptation. I did not seek Him, but felt the perfect unison of my spirit with His. The ordinary sense of things around me faded. For the moment nothing but an ineffable joy and exaltation remained. &lt;b&gt;It is impossible fully to describe the experience.&lt;/b&gt; It was like the effect of some great orchestra when all the separate notes have melted into one swelling harmony that leaves the listener conscious of nothing save that his soul is being wafted upwards, and almost bursting with its own emotion. The perfect stillness of the night was thrilled by a more solemn silence. The darkness held a presence that was all the more felt because it was not seen. I could not any more have doubted that He was there than that I was. Indeed, I felt myself to be, if possible, the less real of the two." &amp;nbsp;--&amp;nbsp;William James&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-4247584976509744344?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4247584976509744344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=4247584976509744344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/4247584976509744344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/4247584976509744344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-god-feel-like.html' title='What Does God Feel Like?'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S28fDxgF7sI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eVTulzFX2lk/s72-c/BeautyRiver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-8986283547803112107</id><published>2010-01-16T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:17:27.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution of Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eco spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Fault Called "Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S1H_oqznshI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o6wX5WENaaU/s1600-h/somebody-falling-through-cracks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S1H_oqznshI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o6wX5WENaaU/s320/somebody-falling-through-cracks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not your fault,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's not mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just a fault called "time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still we have a choice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do we root into the emptiness of time and space,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or shall we claim our earth-bound soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And courageously frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An unknown role?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter are the chattering fools,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give them their time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And let them fall with the rest of their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made-up minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-8986283547803112107?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8986283547803112107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=8986283547803112107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/8986283547803112107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/8986283547803112107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/fault-called-time.html' title='A Fault Called &quot;Time&quot;'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S1H_oqznshI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o6wX5WENaaU/s72-c/somebody-falling-through-cracks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-151783462316027856</id><published>2010-01-11T14:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:34:23.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution of Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Watch Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0uVuhV-2kI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dNPopkzjRyU/s1600-h/Wild+Woman+L-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0uVuhV-2kI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dNPopkzjRyU/s320/Wild+Woman+L-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.markstarlow.com/Art%20Prints/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dr. Terry Marks-Tarlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox at this point is that I am a creative being...&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is nothing here,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that exists -&lt;br /&gt;No store-bought stuff,&lt;br /&gt;No plastic scaffolding,&lt;br /&gt;That satisfies the need&lt;br /&gt;To manifest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one create something entirely new?&lt;br /&gt;It can't be done with old recipes,&lt;br /&gt;And ingredients that are void of taste&lt;br /&gt;And nourishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ultimate in "stuck".&lt;br /&gt;I can't look out &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt; anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I find nothing to inspire.&lt;br /&gt;While frightening at times,&lt;br /&gt;This Thing inside waits for permission&lt;br /&gt;To be wildly unpredictable,&lt;br /&gt;Throw caution to the wind,&lt;br /&gt;To talk and sing the craziness&lt;br /&gt;That gets that juice&lt;br /&gt;Spraying on the faces,&lt;br /&gt;Of those who have kept control&lt;br /&gt;Of all the frightened souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stay in the stuck much longer,&lt;br /&gt;Just letting you know.&lt;br /&gt;This is my warning to the numb ones,&lt;br /&gt;It's going to get out of hand&lt;br /&gt;And way out of mind,&lt;br /&gt;So move aside.&lt;br /&gt;The stars are much too big and bright&lt;br /&gt;To live in the bottles&lt;br /&gt;That line these walls of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me as I speak the songs&lt;br /&gt;And sing the language of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;Watch me kiss the Earth and Sky,&lt;br /&gt;For this is the "I" that is coming unglued.&lt;br /&gt;Watch Her.&lt;br /&gt;She knows only how to live,&lt;br /&gt;And has lost,&lt;br /&gt;And all but forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Her will to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-151783462316027856?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/151783462316027856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundalini'/><title type='text'>Be the Renaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0oxGB8YisI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XAriagHP5ds/s1600-h/FairyWingsBL.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0oxGB8YisI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XAriagHP5ds/s320/FairyWingsBL.JPG.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0oxGB8YisI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XAriagHP5ds/s1600-h/FairyWingsBL.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artwork by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisairis.bizland.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lisa Iris&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people are waiting for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems the muse has vanished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For reasons unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps she left the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that you could find her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In your very blood and bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more waiting to inhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The poem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be That Which You Are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Release the Soul&lt;br /&gt;And Her brazen nuance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let Her go&lt;br /&gt;And be the Renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0oxGB8YisI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XAriagHP5ds/s72-c/FairyWingsBL.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-3533308153556630523</id><published>2010-01-03T12:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:52:20.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution of Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practical spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>From Adaptation to Expansion: The Evolution of Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0Dwc9UoY7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/kPuDqG-4C4Y/s1600-h/origin2.GIF.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0Dwc9UoY7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/kPuDqG-4C4Y/s320/origin2.GIF.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let us speak to those who feel that they have been forgotten, left behind, thrown into circumstances that tear at the very fabric of their sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity over the centuries has adapted to existing circumstances and situations - some being healthy and some quite unhealthy. In many ways, one could sum up the intention of all of humanity to practice these abilities, these unique abilities and skills that you possess for adaption to any and all circumstances. So what does life look like when you do not have that as an intention any longer? This is what you are entering into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the intention that you are entering into? We know what it is not. It is not to practice adaptation to any and all existing circumstances. It is to go in quite the opposite direction. It is to expand into not only the ancient memories of that which you are in a larger sense, it is also to expand beyond that. So there is the "known unknown" that you have actually experienced in another time and place, and we refer to this as ancient - although we do not refer to your specific earth timeline. When we say "ancient" we are simply referring to something that has been experienced that is in your makeup, in your DNA, in your cellular memory. There is another point of reference where you have in your collective form as humanity (although it may not be as great in numbers of individuals for this ancient collective) had an experience of wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this may be confusing for humans who are waking up, as you say, for there is the feeling of memory that you have experienced this sense of wholeness, fullness, and the power, strength and expanded abilities that come from your knowing and acceptance of your oneness with All. And at the same time there is a little bit of fear present, for something that feels more than that. Some of the feelings that many of you are experiencing - your feelings of being stuck - come from a bit of confusion or sense of paradox in that you want, and you long to return to that state of wholeness and balance that you know (the known unknown) in your cellular makeup, and at the same time there is quite a presence of the Unknown, or the More that you have a sense of backing off from. So you want the return, but you'd like to hold off on the sudden expansion into More. It is as if your smaller sense of self is attempting to negotiate your growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to the fear of the unknown Unknown, there is a stopping, a sense of stalemate. Now one of the reasons for this sense, that many of you are having on an individual level, is that there is something that you should know about this next step of evolution for humanity. This next step must be accepted on an individual level - even though you do not know... you do not have your travel plans laid in front of you... you do not know what is next. There is some of what you have possessed in the past, yes, and there is quite a bit more. Acceptance, a willingness on an individual level, will move you into a network with others who are on this threshold as well. When you are consciously aware of each other, there will be a propulsion into this new humanity, and you will be birthed into the new world together. So you see, much of your wisdom that is in the form of knowledge on your planet at this timing, seems to emphasize the individual ascension. We do not use this term "ascension" for it has many implications that we do not wish to promote. We shall use the term "evolution" and expansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you network? How is this done? You have many tools that exist now for networking. This is one of the fastest growing areas in your world - this technology of networking. It is important that you know that your virtual network is simply the calling card for your direct and actual connecting. You may, in other words, make contact in a virtual way, but the true expansion, the true and actual evolution will occur when you are physically present with each other - wherever that may be. This is what will link you and network you the fastest. So you may find that you have a neighbor a couple streets over, or maybe a couple towns over, and through your virtual connecting you learn of this. It is simply, we are saying, to let you know that you do have others in your physical proximity who are poised on the threshold of this birth, this expansion. Just know and trust that if you do begin to spend time with each other, there will be a rapid acceleration and identification with your larger identity. It will be mutually supportive. There may be words spoken, but understand that words are not necessary for what we are describing. It is energy, it is an instant recognition, instant support and welcoming for being on Earth at this time and for moving in the direction of this birth into the new humanity and the new world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter what is happening on the television, or what is happening in your politics, in your religions, in all of your institutions; none of this matters, for it cannot interfere when you are dedicated to being present with others who are ready for the birth. Do you see? These are just excuses. These are distractions. So if you find yourself saying, "Well we cannot possibly move ahead because our president is not doing this or not doing that," know that these are distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must make this choice now to change the world, to change yourselves. Do you see? When will you make that choice? When will you claim ownership? When will you claim your position on the threshold, and your willingness to be born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions. These are the places to take your consciousness now. And I speak not to those who are blissfully ignorant, as you say, I speak to those who have moved through the passageway. And you know who you are. You have moved through and awakened to a degree that these words will resonate with you, and you will feel ignited. You will feel and remember that this was your intention. You have reversed your movement towards smallness and adaptation to smallness. You are now back in the middle point on the threshold and turning in the direction of expansion, and you are remembering the love that you are, and expanding into even more. Bon Voyage and Good Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unedited, channeled wisdom through Em Meyer 010310&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-3533308153556630523?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3533308153556630523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=3533308153556630523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/3533308153556630523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/3533308153556630523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-adaptation-to-expansion-evolution.html' title='From Adaptation to Expansion: The Evolution of Humanity'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S0Dwc9UoY7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/kPuDqG-4C4Y/s72-c/origin2.GIF.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-7990700782968561911</id><published>2009-12-31T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:14:22.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Mother's Happy Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SzzYbgu3oaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f1BKutB-9nI/s1600-h/240256rdeydwl9p6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SzzYbgu3oaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f1BKutB-9nI/s320/240256rdeydwl9p6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SzzYbgu3oaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f1BKutB-9nI/s1600-h/240256rdeydwl9p6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://SharisDesigns.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SharisDesigns.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when we used to seek God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reaching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To include this enormity of joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into our everyday lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When one realizes and owns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That they are in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Field of Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The challenge becomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To include the smallness of humankind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With compassion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into the Mother's happy sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-7990700782968561911?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7990700782968561911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=7990700782968561911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/7990700782968561911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/7990700782968561911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/12/mothers-happy-sigh.html' title='The Mother&apos;s Happy Sigh'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SzzYbgu3oaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/f1BKutB-9nI/s72-c/240256rdeydwl9p6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-7570627456562445303</id><published>2009-12-20T21:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:23:30.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundalini'/><title type='text'>No-Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S1IQpfH7JBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/u2egEN8Qjno/s1600-h/unity3ulis4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S1IQpfH7JBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/u2egEN8Qjno/s320/unity3ulis4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The most profound "aha" moment in my life was when I realized that being touched by the Divine does not lift and exclude one from the masses; it plants one even more firmly in the knowing that we are One.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The following is a poem that happened at the end of a very long article that I am writing... perhaps too long for a blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm aware of my connection to All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And here I am... in the small,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Aware that it is "I" that must proclaim the Truth of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;No more waiting for the imaginary one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;To appear... out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Just in time to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;There is only "I",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And it takes just one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;To accept the obvious... our Divine consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;On Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Then in no-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Watch the prison walls dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;In no-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Humanity wakes to hear the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And it is not just a blessed few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;In time the One became the many,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And in no-time&amp;nbsp;the many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Become the All in All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-7570627456562445303?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7570627456562445303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=7570627456562445303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/7570627456562445303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/7570627456562445303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-time.html' title='No-Time'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/S1IQpfH7JBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/u2egEN8Qjno/s72-c/unity3ulis4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-1656627685415091344</id><published>2009-12-03T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:49:00.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundalini'/><title type='text'>Space and Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sxgiv5Zlu7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7oU__AuZalk/s1600-h/1750-3689creation-of-adam-detail-posters1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sxgiv5Zlu7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7oU__AuZalk/s320/1750-3689creation-of-adam-detail-posters1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is not the world that is ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But the end will come soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To the interference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Creator and created,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This thing called space and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is not that we will die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But the death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of all that we called "life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Will power the blossoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Through withering vines of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Habitual fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Shall be made clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To those who have always known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Stay for the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The fulfillment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There is a reason why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You never found your place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is not that we will be saved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But we will save our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From succumbing to the lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And here on Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We shall outlive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And his blind devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To space and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-1656627685415091344?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1656627685415091344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=1656627685415091344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/1656627685415091344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/1656627685415091344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/12/space-and-time.html' title='Space and Time'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sxgiv5Zlu7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7oU__AuZalk/s72-c/1750-3689creation-of-adam-detail-posters1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-5102536145009805517</id><published>2009-11-29T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:02:57.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundalini'/><title type='text'>I Am and Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SxK2ooO3mVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rANkSeFUaV4/s1600/The-Winner-Stands-Alone-2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SxK2ooO3mVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rANkSeFUaV4/s320/The-Winner-Stands-Alone-2001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet I have no robe to display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet there is no book with my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet loudly proclaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I truly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I take no thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I give no game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was born to relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No shortage of conundrums for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet&amp;nbsp;I am here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In total wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-5102536145009805517?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5102536145009805517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=5102536145009805517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/5102536145009805517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/5102536145009805517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-and-yet.html' title='I Am and Yet'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SxK2ooO3mVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rANkSeFUaV4/s72-c/The-Winner-Stands-Alone-2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-3576596078898044397</id><published>2009-11-21T10:45:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:35:09.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundalini'/><title type='text'>Building a Christ Consciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwhK4k4-ugI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zSDXEzVx6Mc/s1600/breakthruEarth.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwhK4k4-ugI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zSDXEzVx6Mc/s320/breakthruEarth.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Several years ago I had a profound dream. I may have written about it on some other blog. It doesn't matter, as my consciousness keeps returning me to this wisdom again and again. (Note: There may be Christian overlays here in the dream's archetypes, but I feel it is because of my early family conditioning. I do not identify myself with any existing spiritual framework or religion.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dream:&lt;/b&gt; I live in a community that is in total disrepair. Everyone has their own way of dealing with the crumbling fabric of what we once agreed was "life" - on all levels. There are those who are in the process of rebuilding what is left of their destroyed homes and businesses, and there are a few, like me, who live on the outskirts of town - content to build temporary lean-to shelters in which to call home. I am aware that I am judged by my community for not having any will to rebuild from the debris of what was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, word spreads that Jesus is coming to our town. I immediately hide behind my lean-to, where I am able to watch him move about the community, making casual conversation with the townspeople. I am aware that he's looking for me, and asking people where he might find me. I am also aware that Jesus knows full well where I am and it's only a matter of time before we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the initiative because I know that there's no way out. I approach Jesus and immediately feel a warm and glowing sense that I am loved and appreciated - no matter what I may or may not be doing, and no matter that it may or may not be right or wrong. &amp;nbsp;I feel totally accepted. He is there to ask me one question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready to build your new home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself falling into the town's mindset, regurgitating the words that I have heard so many times from so many others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, there's no need to build something entirely new. I'll just rebuild from what exists in the rubble. Someday I'll get around to it." I say this, knowing full well that I have zero interest in rebuilding. I am more content living on the fringe in my lean-to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is on to me. "For you, there will be no rebuilding of what was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a pronounced terror begin to rise in my entire being. &amp;nbsp;My ego, that felt very clever in it's ability to adapt to any situation (even this unexpected chat with Jesus), responded with confident evasion, &amp;nbsp;"Oh, there are plenty of old materials here that I can use..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus repeated himself, "There are those who will try to rebuild from the old. I am asking you now, are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; ready to build an entirely new home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, overwhelming terror exploded from within. This time it felt like sharp pieces of glass that cut clean through my exterior armor. And then came a beautiful calm. I just gave up, knowing full well that I would not win this match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of stillness, Jesus said, "Do not fear. When you are ready, know that I am here, and I will help you build your home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke from the dream with the echos of this last statement. I know that it is the Truth. I have no doubt. The new home is an entirely new consciousness - a whole consciousness that we are already wired for. What waits is our full acceptance of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of losing all of our past frameworks is terrifying to our fear-based approach to life on Earth. When we let go of all that we have ever known, what remains? The Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust, courage, and the acceptance of our own Christ Consciousness will lead us into our whole lives and our whole selves - on Earth as it is in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, we don't have to do it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-3576596078898044397?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3576596078898044397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=3576596078898044397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/3576596078898044397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/3576596078898044397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/jesus-dream-are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Building a Christ Consciousness'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwhK4k4-ugI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zSDXEzVx6Mc/s72-c/breakthruEarth.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-930736320031801790</id><published>2009-11-19T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:00:15.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundalini'/><title type='text'>Fullness of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwV4t2HeL-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/OsfexoaoukA/s1600/Image-19208-158336-empty_stage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwV4t2HeL-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/OsfexoaoukA/s320/Image-19208-158336-empty_stage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The actress is trying to die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm still hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems I still need her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a useful friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this interesting play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I didn't wear her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And her clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wouldn't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a believable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cog in the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now I see that she's killing me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trapped between a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the much harder place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of&amp;nbsp;an un-manifest Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But without ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a plan to succeed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live out my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unable to muster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A marketable trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I do have is a secret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fullness of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That does not appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On bottom lines –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how much effort I make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To squish it into something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would want to sample&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From your busy plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she dies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't look to the empty stage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon all the characters will go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the death of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be the death of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more secrets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more prison-time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just One Playwright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;fullness of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-930736320031801790?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/930736320031801790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=930736320031801790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/930736320031801790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/930736320031801790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/fullness-of-life.html' title='Fullness of Life'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwV4t2HeL-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/OsfexoaoukA/s72-c/Image-19208-158336-empty_stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-927514346760447151</id><published>2009-11-15T16:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:08:30.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecospirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundalini'/><title type='text'>The Serpent-Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwCKku04JJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H-mWeZlKF7c/s1600-h/kundalini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwCKku04JJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H-mWeZlKF7c/s320/kundalini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since the serpent-wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made its way from my body to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And back again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am aware of a loneliness -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not for God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or for human-kind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for a frame that I can raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for words that I can speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the world that &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seemed we all agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we were frightened pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a Motherless dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The serpent-wild delivered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a world that is whole,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where nothing is the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except for that holographic wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That ran through everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Refusing to be tamed or caged,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to be grounded and claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever state I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that it's not the before-life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A not-so-distant memory of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Militant lines we marched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With pain and pride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never questioning why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet the wildness always knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That rank and file would never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lasting fit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For one day we would catch the scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a long-forgotten feminine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening our eyes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The larger starry dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That made love with Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And gave birth to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not hopeful that pieces of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can tell me who I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet I have a hint of knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That understanding will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the courage to accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I am baked from a recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of wildness and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into a state where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God and Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when the serpent-wild delivers you here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do give a shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that we can figure out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to weave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And serpent-wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-927514346760447151?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/927514346760447151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=927514346760447151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/927514346760447151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/927514346760447151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/serpent-wild.html' title='The Serpent-Wild'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SwCKku04JJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H-mWeZlKF7c/s72-c/kundalini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-6587884095163367959</id><published>2009-11-10T12:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:48:31.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gnostic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecospirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Ask Your Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Svm6o7fxyfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vzkeGBiKbc8/s1600-h/great_mother_anne_baring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Svm6o7fxyfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vzkeGBiKbc8/s320/great_mother_anne_baring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annebaring.com/anbar02_biography.htm#robin"&gt;Mother and Child, Oil on Board, 36"x42", © Robin Baring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A student once asked the lord for something from the world, and he said,&amp;nbsp;"Ask your mother, and she will give you something from another realm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I come across little messages in the most magical ways. This is from a friend's book*, neatly tucked away on the bookshelf that I walk by several times a week. Today, the book begged me to open to a page with the above quote. It had great personal significance to me... mostly validation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;* From the Gospel of Philip,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gnostic-Bible-Revised-Expanded/dp/1590306317/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257880725&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Gnostic Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-6587884095163367959?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6587884095163367959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=6587884095163367959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/6587884095163367959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/6587884095163367959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/ask-your-mother.html' title='Ask Your Mother'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Svm6o7fxyfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vzkeGBiKbc8/s72-c/great_mother_anne_baring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-7609859655844481930</id><published>2009-11-07T18:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:01:29.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I Am Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SvYkHoLhbDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zuyVcDB8Vlg/s1600-h/Magickal_Woman-1227927569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SvYkHoLhbDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zuyVcDB8Vlg/s320/Magickal_Woman-1227927569.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SvYkHoLhbDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zuyVcDB8Vlg/s1600-h/Magickal_Woman-1227927569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutearts.com/cgi-bin/portfolio/art/your-art.cgi?login=kattalina&amp;amp;title=Magickal_Woman-1227927569t.jpg"&gt;Kattalina M Kazunas 'Magickal Woman' Mixed Media, 2005 - Free Artist Portfolio at absolutearts.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Because I decided it was so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Or thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bestowed this gift upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I claimed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After an imaginary trek&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Through an imaginary hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To what I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-7609859655844481930?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7609859655844481930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=7609859655844481930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/7609859655844481930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/7609859655844481930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-gold.html' title='I Am Gold'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SvYkHoLhbDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zuyVcDB8Vlg/s72-c/Magickal_Woman-1227927569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-2510259126118632247</id><published>2009-10-31T11:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:44:02.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practical spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecospirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channeling'/><title type='text'>Like a Fish in Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sux35tK7KyI/AAAAAAAAANo/XpUC4hpr6gA/s1600-h/Fish+out+of+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sux35tK7KyI/AAAAAAAAANo/XpUC4hpr6gA/s320/Fish+out+of+water.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A message from the communion (channeling) state:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I Am here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Presence of Love is here and available for all. Perhaps when humans make an important decision to stop seeking the Presence of Love, that it shall be found. For what is seeking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an extraordinarily loud message to All of Creation that you do not accept and you do not own this Love, or see yourself as this Love. Therefore, you are broadcasting a need for something that makes no sense to the Universe. You have an analogy in your world for this - the story of the fish seeking the water and having to be told, repeatedly in some cases, that he, the fish, is in fact swimming in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times it does not seem to help or serve an individual... to tell that individual that they are in fact one with what they are seeking. For when the intellect is engaged, this wisdom is perceived as somewhat of a conundrum. The information is understood in thought, "Well yes, that sounds correct. That sounds very wise but," &lt;i&gt;but what?&lt;/i&gt; "But I do not feel it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many humans on earth are studying this great and profound and holy wisdom, and feel that it is enough that they recite the wisdom and that they remain quiet and humble. But what is quiet and humble, really? There is the natural state of quiet and humble that comes from true balance, and there is the pretense that comes with religion, with dogma; the forcing of it, or the creation of an appearance of humility and quiet and peacefulness. When one is truly in balance, this becomes a natural state, and others who are in balance recognize it instantly. They recognize true balance instantly, and they do recognize the pretense instantly. For when one is truly balanced, there is a discernment, an instinct that is available. This instinct remains unavailable to those who are seeking - or creating distance in their minds between who they think they are, their identity, and an identity of a Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a distance that will not be bridged in the intellect, in the world that you have created. It will never occur in this way. The understanding, the wisdom, the peace, the balance comes from your willingness to accept That Which You Are - here and now. Now we are back to that feeling of the fish in the water saying, "Well yes, that sounds good, but how do I do that?" &lt;i&gt;What is missing here?&lt;/i&gt; Perhaps the fish is not actually feeling the water. Perhaps the fish has an intellectual concept of what water is, and an intellectual concept of what he, the fish is. Therefore there is not an experience of oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great deal of information in your books, your media, your internet on the topic of oneness, but again, we see it as many many fish having discussions of oneness... and "wouldn't that be grand if everyone could come together in oneness?" It will not occur, we are stressing here, until YOU as an individual, feel and accept the water in which you swim. Own it. Become it. This is your transformation. And while it may sound esoteric and distant from your actual experience, it is not. For what we are broadcasting now is a reminder to you of your true identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what does the fish in the water do to experience the oneness? It isn't so much in doing, it is in letting go of all that you have categorized and classified and expounded upon and discussed. All of these images and ideas... let them go. Stop seeking, and start becoming That Which You Are. All of these experiences that you want to have of oneness are yours when you let go of your idea of what that oneness looks like. &lt;i&gt;And also to let go of your need for others to demonstrate that oneness before you do. &lt;/i&gt;This is very important. Humans are so heavily conditioned, and due to the level of fear in which they operate (mostly unconsciously), they have a tendency to hide in the shadows and wait until someone else steps into the light and demonstrates Love and Oneness, Peace and Balance, and the action that comes from this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sux6CKMsc5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Fd1E8Y6GuQg/s1600-h/294222044_b0ac4531f5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sux6CKMsc5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Fd1E8Y6GuQg/s200/294222044_b0ac4531f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is time to accept the power that you are, to let go the fear, and to BE That Which You Are, thereby demonstrating what this looks like - what your version of this is. Oneness is not a state where you lose your identity, it is a state of harmonic resonance where all who have entered into the understanding, to the acceptance of That Which they Are, enhance and activate the full potentiality of all else who come in contact with this field. For this state, this water if you will, is irresistible. We guarantee it. For there is a physical recognition within the body when one is in the presence of this Life, Love, Peace, Power; in the presence of one in balance with All of Creation; in balance with the Natural World. In essence, what we are speaking of as the "fish in water", is much like humanity and the Natural World. The Natural World is your water. It is what you are swimming in and have not accepted or owned as your identity, or your natural state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be bold now. Step up an accept That Which You Are. We say be "bold" because it does in fact take courage. It may sound magical when one speaks of this state, and from this state, and it is magical, but it is magic only in relation to your acceptance of a state of separation. There is fear that creates this illusion of separation, and it is the fear that must be embraced and acknowledged and set free to transform into the Power that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power is beyond measure. Be that power now, instead of talking about it, as some distant state or distant place, or distant time - for this is what is disappearing now - your time and space. It is the acceptance of That Which You Are, which is your instantaneous understanding that you are That! ...and have never been separated from Creator by this idea of time and space. The oneness is here and now. Be bold enough to receive it and BE it. And be that state of Grace so that others may recognize it and activate it within themselves. This is your gift to each other at this time. Celebrate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60693455@N00/294222044/"&gt;Girl Kissing Fish" by Stephen Le&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-2510259126118632247?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2510259126118632247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=2510259126118632247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/2510259126118632247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/2510259126118632247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-fish-in-water.html' title='Like a Fish in Water'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Sux35tK7KyI/AAAAAAAAANo/XpUC4hpr6gA/s72-c/Fish+out+of+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-825105014186121388</id><published>2009-10-29T11:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:51:08.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eco spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SunVzCiTrgI/AAAAAAAAANI/LZP0m-fh8as/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SunVzCiTrgI/AAAAAAAAANI/LZP0m-fh8as/s320/photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared out my window this morning&lt;br /&gt;At the beautiful concoction of birds,&lt;br /&gt;And leaves and snow.&lt;br /&gt;I said out loud that I felt blessed&lt;br /&gt;To see the holy poetry&lt;br /&gt;Of what&amp;nbsp;is natural and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered if wisdom would come,&lt;br /&gt;If words would weave together for some&lt;br /&gt;A drink of laughter for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;For I know,&lt;br /&gt;It does get thirsty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I watched the "window for the soul"&lt;br /&gt;Begin to crack and fade.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we start to run&lt;br /&gt;When we feel a drop of awareness&lt;br /&gt;That we must become&lt;br /&gt;The wordless poetry,&lt;br /&gt;And merge the longing soul&lt;br /&gt;Back into the birds the leaves the snow?&lt;br /&gt;The Natural World is tired of being our&lt;br /&gt;Part-time blessing and relief.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, &lt;br /&gt;My unexpected wisdom is&lt;br /&gt;Wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Take residence,&lt;br /&gt;LIVE this wholly Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;© Em Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-825105014186121388?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/825105014186121388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=825105014186121388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/825105014186121388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/825105014186121388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/unexpected-wisdom.html' title='Unexpected Wisdom'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SunVzCiTrgI/AAAAAAAAANI/LZP0m-fh8as/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-6715953386913743375</id><published>2009-10-25T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:08:49.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practical spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channeling'/><title type='text'>Embody Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i400.photobucket.com/albums/pp82/palmystic/solar_wave_heart_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://i400.photobucket.com/albums/pp82/palmystic/solar_wave_heart_lg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another message from my "larger community"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Notice - especially in these times - when and where, and with whom do you feel joy. This is your sign, your indicator of God, of Creator in your life. In other words, get to know your joy on an intimate level. Are you inviting this joy to be present as often as possible in your daily lives? For this is the invitation for Creator to be present in your everyday lives. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is your joy? When do you feel joy? Is it attached to a person, a place or a thing? Notice these things. There is no judgement. Notice if your joy is attached to something from the world - the human world, the human view.&amp;nbsp; Or is it simply an overwhelming feeling that affects your physicality and those around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now joy may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;employ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; persons, places and things, in order to make manifest your own personal creations in alignment with the Creator of the Universe. But joy never depends on persons, places and things in order to be present.&amp;nbsp; Joy is a frequency. Creator is a frequency. If one does not feel joy, there must be a conscious requesting to feel and to be infused with this frequency once again; to be touched by Creator; to relate to Creator once again. This would be the case wherever you find the focus of life. Be it on this planet or other planets, Joy is present and available throughout the Universe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why then do so few people at this timing welcome it, enjoy it, and express it on Earth? It is because of your collective agreement to remain in a small bandwidth of frequency, or frequency identification. We say "few people" only comparatively to the larger group of people on Earth who are not feeling this frequency on a regular basis. Do you know that if more and more of you practiced this Presence of Joy in your own individual lives, you would help your entire world?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the face of the dire news reports, the pain, the suffering around the world, many of you say "What can I do?" This is what you can do. You can embody Joy. Live it, express it, and it will change these situations in distant lands - where you have never been and perhaps will never go - for you are all connected. Embody Joy as much as possible - even when your surroundings (your persons, places and things), are telling you that there is no point, that you may as well give up. Should you decide to embody this joy, you will watch your own reality shift and change, and you will receive news that others are living better lives as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is this difficult to believe? It is not about belief. It is about getting down to the business of being who you are - embodying the frequency of joy, embodying the frequency of Creator. For this IS who you are. Now you have participated in an extremely small version of what Life is. This is not something that you should feel badly about. It simply is. This is a collective manifestation on Earth, in your human reality at this time, that was an exploration in limitation... an exploration in separation from That Which You Are. You are now living the answers to your own questions. What would happen if I lived a life and participated in a collective life where there was a forgetting of my Universal Identity? What would happen in this tiny box of existence? Would I be able to break through and break out? Recall and rediscover? Recollect my true nature, my power, my strength, my joy? You are all discovering this at this timing.&amp;nbsp; So do answer that question now. You may answer it in words and you may answer it in the employment of Joy in your everyday life. You do not have to believe, or trust and hope that this is true, for Joy is the Truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why not dabble in Joy and see what happens? For you have dabbled in other areas of your human lives to see what will happen - a new business venture, a new set of friends, a new hobby. We are simply asking that you begin to dabble in Joy. Be consistent and available for it, and it will show you, lead you into a larger life and more fulfilling life - not only for you, but for all of humanity. That is how interconnected you are and how powerful you are. So BE that joy, and practice that joy in your own individual life. Again, watch if it is attached to person, place or thing. Or is it simply a frequency that infuses you and touches everyone around you - a part of every movement and every activity that you are involved in. When you begin to feel this joy growing and strengthening in your own personal time and connection, then do practice the sharing of it in community - consciously. Speak about it, share it, and you will begin to build a new community that is founded in Joy - the frequency of Joy, the frequency of your Creator - the core of ALL LIFE - on Earth and in the Heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you are in the process of embodying this Joy, you are not only building community with other humans on earth, you are also building community with all of the Natural World, and all of the natural beings on Earth. And simultaneously you are building community with beings such as we are. For we are a part of your community as well. And we are available for socializing too. EnJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-6715953386913743375?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6715953386913743375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=6715953386913743375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/6715953386913743375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/6715953386913743375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/frequency-of-joy.html' title='Embody Joy'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-3355689077406794931</id><published>2009-10-23T09:25:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:54:30.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practical spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channeling'/><title type='text'>Rooting into Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuHJtFg5_JI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nrhh7oiPvv8/s1600-h/artmarketwatch5-26-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuHJtFg5_JI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nrhh7oiPvv8/s400/artmarketwatch5-26-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frida Kahlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from a communion (channeled) state. &amp;nbsp;It came shortly after I wrote yesterday's poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...By awakening, we mean that you have found the ground once again, the Earth, and you have rooted yourself in what is real; you are again reconnected to the 4 elements. So when we speak now, we are speaking to those who are confused; who are afraid; who have the inclination to end the life as they have known it; who feel that they do not fit in. Our message to you at this time is: It is true, you will never fit in, so stop trying. That does not mean ending the life. It means to make yourself available to root yourself once again into Planet Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is an innate sense, a "knowing within" amongst a smaller group consciousness on earth, that the world as you have known it will be ending. And with this knowing, if it is inserted and framed within what you have born into and conditioned into, it will make no sense to say that "life is a joy", and that "I am happy to be here" and "all is well and all is beautiful". For you know that within this context of a conditioned world that these statements are not true. And no matter how hard you try and how many ways, how many paths you attempt to find it in this temporal world, this limited world, it will never happen. So it is good on the level in which we are speaking, the foundational level, to say, "give up" for it is your constant trying, trying, trying to find it, to bridge the gap within the limited world, that you are spinning your wheels, wasting your energy, wasting your time, as you say. Let go and ask that you be guided to what is Real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ask that you be guided to what is true for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; - no matter what family says; no matter what TV says; no matter what the government says; no matter what the "experts" say. At this time, you are being given an opportunity to find your roots on Earth, as it is in Heaven. We do not mean this in a religious sense, for all religion goes out the window when it is truly time to meet your Maker. We have spoken of this in the past - that this is the timing of meeting your Maker, which in your conditioned world means that you die... that you leave the body. Here is an example of what we spoke to earlier. In the conditioned realm, the virtual world, a physical death would be the definition for "meet your Maker".&amp;nbsp; But that is not what this means when you are rooted in what is Real. What is the meaning when you are rooted on Earth and rooted in the 4 elements? It means that you awaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now you may awaken and find that you are no longer on Earth, and that is fine. That is one of the myriad of ways that humans will awaken. What we refer to now, is something that many of you on Planet Earth have chosen for this timing - to awaken in form - keeping the physical body and meeting your Maker. Many of you now when hearing these words, feeling these messages, will feel a response within your physical bodies of yes! YES! I knew it!! Observe that. Allow it. Let it enliven you. For these messages are intended to enliven you and to awaken you to these possibilities. And your daily challenge once you have been given these glimpses of what is true and what is real about who you are, becomes to watch your thoughts; to watch what you respond to; what you react to - not in judgement, but simply to be aware of how conditioned you are to this virtual reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is nothing here in this message that says that you must do this and you must do that. You are gods in the making. When we say "in the making", we are saying that you have not fully accepted this; therefore it is in progress. It is in the making until the timing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; say, and that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; accept the Universal Identity that you are. Accept that you are creators and create from the foundation of All that is Real, All that is True, and you will be witness to the creation of the world that is truly in balance; in harmony; in joy; exploding creativity; passion, and community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is nothing at all about this information and about these messages that is ungrounded, spacey, new-agey as you say, for it takes every bit of courage that you have as a human in this reality at this timing on Planet Earth to ground yourself into the truth of your being. This takes great courage and great strength. Flighty, ungrounded, spacey activities do not take courage, you see? Ungrounded behavior is a defense for actually being here now - for embodying Universal Love on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IT is truly all up to you. It has come down to this. You have an opportunity to welcome this consciousness now and remain in form. We encourage you and we are overjoyed to be witness to your birth; to all of your abilities, your skills, your possibilities - to be That Which You Are in form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Welcome to your 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-3355689077406794931?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3355689077406794931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=3355689077406794931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/3355689077406794931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/3355689077406794931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/rooting-into-earth.html' title='Rooting into Earth'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuHJtFg5_JI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nrhh7oiPvv8/s72-c/artmarketwatch5-26-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439026028864434228.post-9127125394094717104</id><published>2009-10-22T08:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:52:21.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practical spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totality of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channeling'/><title type='text'>My 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuByiZE4PYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zbjukUAoXMU/s1600-h/ResetButton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuByiZE4PYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zbjukUAoXMU/s320/ResetButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I was stuck in becoming something&lt;br /&gt;I already am.&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed,&lt;br /&gt;Time is a waste.&lt;br /&gt;So I let go the mind&lt;br /&gt;And the soul intervened&lt;br /&gt;To end all time.&lt;br /&gt;I assure you now,&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;And alive&lt;br /&gt;And well.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;br /&gt;To my 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;©&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Em&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439026028864434228-9127125394094717104?l=wakinguponearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/feeds/9127125394094717104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1439026028864434228&amp;postID=9127125394094717104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/9127125394094717104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439026028864434228/posts/default/9127125394094717104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-2012.html' title='My 2012'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuByiZE4PYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zbjukUAoXMU/s72-c/ResetButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
