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

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