Love Came


“Gave up the ghost” by Craww.com

Love came, and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.
Everywhere I looked,
I saw one thing.
Love’s name written
on my limbs,
on my left palm,
on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…
Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to Love.


So Cool…this was today’s “Note from the Universe”:


“The experiment has been a success, Love.

You can now tell everyone you’re a SUPERCOOLHAPPYLOVETHING to whom no limits apply.”

    The Universe

angeliI was talking with a friend yesterday, and he was very troubled about something I’d brought up. I felt like I had provoked his anger, but we got it straightened out. My questions brought up some anger, it’s true, but because of it…we both found out how we really felt about the subject.

As our talk ended, I think we felt contented with our conclusions.  He said I teach him things, but he also teaches me things, as I found out. His anger over the subject we discussed uncovered my own strong feelings which I’d been denying.

So, when we said goodbye, I felt pretty good that we had settled things. Then I randomly looked at the time: 4:44.

Right there and then I knew it was settled. That is the number my angelic helpers use when they want me to know they are there, and that all is well. It’s the way they tell me not to worry…the Universe is unfolding as it should. :)

The Secret of Love

The Secret of Love

“I am telling you the secret of love, the Divine Secret. Love is not an emotion. Love is the life-force. Love is the energy and vitality that keeps you alive. It is the vibration, the power that animates all life in the universe.” -Divine Mother


I’ve listened to the first broadcast, and it’s QUITE an eye opener. Much information is being revealed now. As always, take it in, and keep what syncs with you, and if it doesn’t, let it go and keep on the quest for your Truth. :)

Originally posted on 2012 The Big Picture:

It was a great honour to preview the wonderful chronicles of the Templar Knights recently and I wanted to share with everyone now that they have been made available to the public for pre-order.

As you can imagine, the Knights Templar have been much maligned and the subject of a tremendous amount of speculation—both positive and negative.

I think by now many of us can accept that members of the many secret societies have been painted with the same brush, when in reality, only the upper echelons know the secrets while the lower ones have no idea what goes on at the top. Early compartmentalization.

The Knights Templar were no exception, and this incredible story explains why. In fact, they wrote nothing down as their work was so secret and their lives in danger at the hands of the Roman Catholic Church around the time of the Inquisition.

These mystics…

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A thousand dreams
have I dreamt…
of you



Caress me,
like the breeze
caresses the leaves
on a warm
summer’s night…


Oceanic by Vitaly-Sokol

and come to me,
like the wave
to the shore…

Had a couple of dreams two nights ago, or maybe it was only one dream. Not sure. Note: I did eat about 2-3 ounces of cheese late in the evening. This always gives me some odd, vivid, highly symbolic dreams.


rain_drops_at_night-wideI appear on an old, covered gazebo with white railing, and a nighttime view of a brightly lit city, some distance away. The rain is falling like cats and dogs. My mother is there. She’s old, and feeble, and wearing what appears to be a nightgown/robe and some sort of slippers. I need to get her somewhere inside. She can’t be out in the rain like this. She’ll catch her death.

I put my hand out past the flimsy railing to touch the rain, and the water is warm. Very warm. And rather comforting, like a warm shower. The puddle I stand in is also very warm. I have bare feet. It’s not really so bad here, after all. However, there is an old hotel of sorts just across the lot a little ways. Probably much drier there. I tell her to follow me, and we head towards the doors.

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I can’t help but think that this poem – if followed with the desire for bettering one’s self, and one’s life – would be a tool of transformation and salvation. Well, maybe not salvation. We might need more than a poem for that, but still the words below are extremely powerful.

No ordinary man devised these words. He was divinely inspired, I’m certain. Read it slowly and with the knowing that the words can penetrate deeply. I have read these words many times before, but it’s only now that I see their true worth.




Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Desiderata is Latin for “Things to be Desired.”

This poem has an interesting history. According to a well-referenced posting at http://www.fleurdelis.com/desidera.htm, “The author is Max Ehrmann, a poet and lawyer from Terre Haute, Indiana, who lived from 1872 to 1945. It has been reported that ‘Desiderata’ was inspired by an urge that Ehrmann wrote about in his diary: ‘I should like, if I could, to leave a humble gift—a bit of chaste prose that had caught up some noble moods.’

“Around 1959, the Rev. Frederick Kates, the rector of St. Paul’s Church in Baltimore, Maryland, used the poem in a collection of devotional materials he compiled for his congregation. (Some years earlier he had come across a copy of ‘Desiderata.’) At the top of the handout was the notation, ‘Old St. Paul’s Church, Baltimore A.C. 1692.’ (The church was founded in 1692).

“As the material was handed from one friend to another, the authorship became clouded. Copies with the ‘Old St. Paul’s Church’ notation were printed and distributed liberally in the years that followed. It is perhaps understandable that a later publisher would interpret this notation as meaning that the poem itself was found in Old St. Paul’s Church, dated 1692. This notation no doubt added to the charm and historic appeal of the poem, despite the fact that the actual language in the poem suggests a more modern origin.

“The poem was popular prose for the ‘make peace, not war’ movement of the 1960s. When Adlai Stevenson died in 1965, a guest in his home found a copy of ‘Desiderata’ near his bedside and discovered that Stevenson had planned to use it in his Christmas cards. The publicity that followed gave widespread fame to the poem as well as the mistaken relationship to St. Paul’s Church.”

via “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann.


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