The Blue Emerald

White Powder Gold, or Monoatomic Gold - An Authentic Ascension Process

The interspecies of the underground

Did they make a sound?

Did they understand what it is to be free?



The inner creatures of the earth

Can they see beyond their reason?

Do they float upstream?

Or are they just the earth’s seeds

Profound purpose never to know

Cultivating the garden for the rest to grow



The beings on the inside

Little a word has been spoken

And fewer really know

Do they dance and play, swim and laugh?

Do they make love under the stars of glass?

Do they know the magick of the world they live in?

Or are they like us and have limited vision?



Outside looking in.. a still life aquarium

Slow motion drifting.. stillness of motion

Images captured of flowing hair visions

Mystic castles in the sea

My home beckoning me



How do I learn to breathe this air again?

What does it sounds like?

A permeation.. a tone.. a vibration

A constant something..

Something that has always been and never was

An infinite kiss

Of bliss and time dismissed



Mermaid dreams flow through me

Drifting by like memories

She calls my name... She IS me

Each time I try, the reef passes me by

I awake alone in a place I don’t recognize



The language of this motion

Is all I know

For I flow and I flow, and I swirl and I go

The dance is unchoreographed, the song unsung

It drones and dances on the drift of this unknown



Distant and murky, though the light I do see

A hundred or more beings are waiting for me

Standing around tall, but gentle with a gaze

Only my senses can see

Is this my true family?



The horses we rode we really did not ride

For this experience is too difficult to describe

Indefinable in character and delicate were these creatures

Soft and flowing silken white features

Their essence gliding you to your destination

Trying to catch a glimpse was like trying to look back at heaven



This time I’ll remember

What it is to be Free

Arm outstretched, unceasingly now to be

My Avatar, my Guide, I beg you to find me

What I seek, what I know, no longer to hide

Take me home, on the wing of the butterfly

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Comment by Mary Beth on September 28, 2010 at 9:50am
Original Tribe Hunt..........cool Dazey.
Comment by Carlos on September 27, 2010 at 10:47am
:)
Comment by Adamantine on September 27, 2010 at 9:20am
Creativity flowing forth...opening, opening never ceasing...naturally in tune with essence.
Comment by Ruth W. Duran on September 27, 2010 at 6:12am
Thank you, Dazey, for sharing. Also sounds & feels familiar to me too.

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