Return, Highest Self: Reflecting the Sun

 

3/10/2011 = 5 = Ego = Release

kin 76: Yellow Spectral Warrior
I Dissolve in order to Question
Releasing Fearlessness
I seal the Output of Intelligence
With the Spectral tone of Liberation
I am guided by my own power doubled

Reflecting the Sun (3.10.11)
I had to let you go
It took all I had, you know
The hardest thing's to let love in, just two bleed it out again
But this time in the end, my accusers are my friends
And when they shot from bullet eyes, you rescued me with your hands

Through my side, through my side, let me from the back
Dropped from sky to pavement's pride, my mercy all I left
Surrounded me, protectors in trust, men in blue, to kneel they rushed,
Embrace the gratitude of mine, solarly stomaching heart design.

They served me with a sentence true; we are one, never two
They, with lighted touch, their life they re-enforced in just
Quick I felt relief from rent- of pain, I'm alive, it's heaven sent

I will not die, I will not die, this time we live as one or dive back to the seas of Lunasea,
We will not die,
We'll heal in Pi.......

Eternity, it seems I've waited, awoken thousands of years later
Cut the chord from my past to be reborn from fire's blast
From Sea to Sky, Pisces to Aries, Alpha-Omega, I live alive
I cry out not for grief this time, for now we harmonize our minds.

The pain I've held to finally mend
I see the Son of God again
Within the likes of every man to remember our adieu
For gratefulness of fellow greetings, worthy of embraceable you

To think the simple be,
You wouldn't predict the gender of me
Though the sun may be dark, it doth not hide, it doth not hide
He reflects the light of human eyes with seconds nigh,
Spreading wings, like angels; fly through your ears and eyes.

The voice, familiar in choices
Hadn't you the latest review of noises skewed?
Far too familiar is the timing, believe in all the rhyming
No bible too far for grinding differences aligned with trinity

For certain, no secret held,
The one who comes knows the glory felt in stories
The pain was mine to bare to free the masses of cardinals within the air
No more the leaders of naught, rather the leaders of love to light

Address yellow-bellied prophecies
Papers of dissolved imagery pearls the wisdom of arrangements
Far beyond wars of our past, no longer we remain in cages

We are the chosen ones, too young for death, we chose to come
We chose here, now, to occupy our written methods
From whence we came, so we must go
For once we die, we rise and return
Filled the paperclips of eras soon to spill, refill the living, the dead
As one, no longer sums of separation.

Pay the toll, drop the turns,
Give to glasses focused, yearning to revoke wrongs,
You’ve settled into holes of doubt
AWAKEN!  The time is now or never,
It waits for no one; Spiral to your kin!

We live again
They live within
He lives again
She lives in Him

Grace of Love be with you,

White Galactic Wizard

  

Ah Yum, Hunab Ku, Evam Maya E Ma Ho!
"O Hunab Ku, One Giver of Movement and Measure, All hail the harmony of mind and nature!"
This phrase combines Mayan and Tibetan language

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http://www.13moon.com/decoder.htm 

© 2011 Kimberly Moon

Resurrection to Heal: Epiphany of Trinity

3/8/2011 = 6 = Service = Equality

kin 74: White Solar Wizard

 I Pulse in order to Enchant
Realizing Receptivity
I seal the Output of Timelessness
With the Solar tone of Intention
I am guided by the power of Heart

How appreciative I am, how thankful, how much in a state of awe, amazement, bent knee I am to the one I reflect.  I am a mere servant for the beauty and blessings of the being, here, now, in love with the breath of my birth that exchanges constantly, still pronouncing my rites of passage, journeying further each tide of my baptism.  

I and I with the great mother, truly conceiving, truly knowing, conception of mind immaculately conceiving every second, every day, and every year in all I hear...  Infinite wizdom times infinite gratitude... Galactically, I embodying the light... it is a seed that I have chosen to receive.  I have no mind of my own.  I am a child of my children.  I am an open channel for the greatest good.  A cosmic master of offering lends its ear to the canal of the wings that will send this time soaring. 

Today, I release my breath.  That which I have held lifetimes before, alive within the pit of my stomach. I have healed of my masters, my students, my protectors, my accusers.  As the bullet of urgency pierced my left side, as I fell to the floor of this creation, as I lay there, in darkness of color, rotating in shapes, they gathered around me, placed their hands upon me, relieved and breathed within me, the light of Christ, the holy message, the spark of release, the reflection of sanctity, the whistle of gold, the chimes of Angels, Arched in the bridge of home.  I was healed, I was illuminated to homeostasis of gracious faces.  All around, they gathered to my presentation, preparing my body for the art, which would soon balloon within the cocoon of our presence.  Practiced, I’ve channeled their light of connection as they channeled mine in resurrection of the Mother.  With me, forgiven, un-forsaken, foretold by the writings of olden character, olden molds of the souls I had so long been speaking sorrows to have lost in past… only to regain them in altitudes, triadically eternity. 

I rocked into my bed of supplemental stamina, my body, refreshed, as a sleep from a million years yawned from my existence.  This was the key to clarity, the blinds of chiming color forming lines to the cosmos.  Swirling in tune, in rhythm of the moon, by waves of ways I couldn't define by this rhyme.  But carried through tempo, nine, karmically lined paradigm.

Years of karmic bile, unrecognizable by ego or pearls of flight, came pouring from my solar plexus.  My conscious mind, too open for tension to unravel the ages of my sage.  My debtors, forgiving through the blessings of their health, saved the last key of me.

Reflected to the birth of my celibacy, Blue Lunar Hand; The ABC’s of LunaSea, born to the palms of God.  Harmonically, it is he who lives the her of me.  Enlivened, I will define the horse, the saddle of colors never wrong, just right.  The sides of remorse roam free at night beneath the stars of Orion, the belt of portals open to transform the medicine of our standards.  We only own who we become when we allow the one to stand tall within conversational walls that fall pray to the power of our hearts.  

No longer to slave, I give into the fate I forgave in dreams of risen snakes. 

Epiphany of Trinity (3.1/8.11)

Reflected, you esume, you see

Was it for you or you for me?

The mirror passes years in three

Reveals sudden emergent seas

Attunement forwards, Belief to be

Spiritual Celibacy

All in for you and out for me

Be low of Owl’s Integrity

Three steps, I Initiate Qi

Life-Force, evolved Khundalini

Long streams the path, soul to see

Found in Laughs of Lunacy

To Master, Metatronic sign

I call, “Geometrically Align”

The center, partnered in Divine

Enwrapped alignment of the spine

Breathing Serpent Flames

Spiraling coils tame

Archangel Auriel’s Lioness mane

The light of God seldom refrains

Thumble, thimbles to the heart

Ice to the crystalline re-start

Too Immaculate, a mark of art

The Rainbow’s omnipresent dart

Birth; violet flames to stare

Blend to harmony; the air

Weight of the cross, lay bare

Trinity guided, Rattles flare

The reflection of esume’s a muse

So happens to be the eye to use

3^rd ABC of love brings blues

Your heart, the key to your refuse

EXCRETE the medium, sign of two

Green with lifted greetings few

Belly-filled, Buddha renewed

Calm within the silence; you

Blessings, Blessings, Blessings Bee.

Two for you, and one for me.

All is great in eight you see

Reflecting you; reflecting me.
                       em gnitcelfer

Grace of Love be with you,

White Galactic Wizard

  

Ah Yum, Hunab Ku, Evam Maya E Ma Ho!
"O Hunab Ku, One Giver of Movement and Measure, All hail the harmony of mind and nature!"
This phrase combines Mayan and Tibetan language

 http://stargates54.wordpress.com/

http://www.13moon.com/decoder.htm 

© 2011 Kimberly Moon

We Will Not Fit A Mold (Aka- Resonant Star)

I've been having March 7th come up A LOT, like, WAYYY much the last few month, and numbers mean so much to me... my higher guides and archangels, especially Gabriel, Metatron, Raziel and Zadkiel have been helping me to uncover many patterns, which I feel I cannot NOT share.  I am being called to open to the discoveries of our psychic ability, and therefore made a commitment on March 1st to dedicate towards my spirituality...
So, I am sharing a poem/song I wrote last year that gets stuck in my brain, over and over again simply because I realized the phone I got after I came back from Egypt lit up every "night" at12:06am, then continued only at 12:07am... After a while of this, the words just spouted from me one night, and they've been developing more and more significance, over and over again.

I realized two months ago that 12:06 or 12:07 could very well represent 3:06 or 3:07, as I was driving in Robbie's car and realized the time was 12:07 which happens ALL the time)... it was then that I realized... March! So I looked everywhere to find this poem I had written, as I had forgotten the first verse and I wanted to know more of what streamed through me at that time... That's when I realized I wrote it ON MARCH 6th & 7th... numbers I couldn't ignore...

So, I release it into being.  I like it, as it makes me go into "movie magic0" mode and imagine all the ways I could visualize these words... and figured I'd share it for the intent of sharing, so feel free to share it.

I just had to get it out.

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He talks about barren lands, as if the darkness overcomes its vices
Seeping further into my palms, grasping category's unseen light

Burning like a torch it comes to cut me
Deep within my iron tongue
Feeding fire with a bite, gently bleeding
Into the sands time is lost

We will not fit a mold
We will create one
Large enough to hold Echelons of a million burning suns-
-Dribbles down your ducts, you melt with tired eyes
I see you
I see you
I see you
From our past disguise


12:06 hits round the clock ticks to echoes of a million jaded lives
12:07 I'm in Heaven, capturing all my world's devices

Unraveling the sting
so painlessly demanding of our deliberation
From the Archipelago I mention in this accapelic ascension,
will rise the highest mountains...

We will not fit a mold
We will create one
Large enough to hold Echelons of a million burning suns-
-Dribbles down your ducts, you melt with tired eyes
I see you
I see you
I see you
From our past disguise

We will devour you
We will devour you
We will devour you as I always view-
-the you of you in me
the you of you in me
the you of you is me
My view of you is me

© Kimberly Moon
March 6th/7th, 2010