Category Archives: Spirit


It brings an exceptional individual to know the truth and then another to be able to impart that information in a progressive fashion. Much in a way that can be described as indefatigable. Earth angels reside here, they are protected by those who feel they are necessary and true. Without these individuals the world would be a different kind of place. It is for us to work the energy of resistance in much the same way that one would learn to seek out someone who could help shield an individual from excessive and unneeded pain. We work faithfully with the Supreme Being so that others can create for themselves without being unduly weary. We are aware that others have different procedures and we don’t pretend to be right for all. We ask that all will find their way, but only seek to help those that will find comfort here.

Bubbling Up

Soft the words come from the source. The energy is released in an effortless fountain, splashing along the side of the image of the blowhole,
soft the images dissipate surrendering to their curfew they reside collectively willing themselves to emerge from a place that leads back to the source, back to the earth, back through the enbankment that resurrects
her faith, she continues, comforting, the image remains and then aloft, simmers to the earth, resolute, directed, a wonderment of perfection. Soft
the words flow expanding the world from a place of nocturnal flight. Her destiny remains intact, fruitful, expanded, rejoicing and colored from
the froth of the sea.

Karen Sommers


Springtime evokes many memories of renewal. Often the shedding of a season will involve, releasing the outer layers that retain our body temperature. If you could liken yourself to a butterfly emerging from
a cocoon, you would understand the necessity of releasing that which no longer serves a purpose. We are restricted by are undying need to cocoon
ourselves with mind numbing food, superlative broadcasting and insensitive

Why would you seek to change when all around lies those possessions which in the end limit your ability to redirect yourself from habitual pursuits.
For example, perhaps you had a passion for wind sailing but decided that you needed to watch your favorite episode of whatever is popular at the moment, instead of immersing yourself in an activity that would lift your spirit and redirect your course.

Talk it over — I’ll call this part the one where you allow
yourself to talk freely with your inner voice.
The discussions could resemble a friendly
soothsayer, friend or mother figure, whatever
your image of a true kindred soul would be.
Now don’t laugh, because it takes a minute or
two to turn within and find out what you need,
what you really need.

Quiet your mind Listen, allow yourself to really hear from this
perspective — the friend perspective — what
you really like to create.

Notice how you feel, when you allow yourself a moment
or two to quiet all those voices that tell you
“you don’t have time, you don’t have money, you’re
being unreasonable.”

Decide what you “will” give yourself and why you deserve
to be given to.

Remember There is only one you and only you know what’s
best for you.

Relax Allow yourself to be present at this moment in time.
Being present allows you to create with little
effort because you and your life force energy
nurtures you. This is where it begins the alpha
and the omega. To metamorphis means to demand
that “you” be kinder to “you.”

The Rain

Clearing your mind, your soul, the rain comes down, descends upon those who resign themselves to live politely, uttering no sounds, disturbing no one.

Thoughts– turning within, finding a place to reside quietly, taking back your wisdom, taking back your uniqueness, reinforcing a willingness to reside behind the windowpane, reflection disguised as continuance.

The author resides quietly, confirming her intolerance to reside without purpose. “Purpose,” she shouts “belongs to those who remember who they are.” We are all unique. We can not disguise are souls. We belong to ourselves, it is only are outerselves that are intolerant. We reside within and belong regardless of what the outer world cruelly renounces. Let go of those voices that do not allow you to remember who “you” are.


Prolific is the space where men let their most relevant display their abilitites without discouragement–free for all to participate in the moment of the soul essence talking through the great beyond, the journey is smooth.

Their lies no one to purposely absorb a creation that brings tears to eyes–but of enchantment–thrilling to see children born to parents, discouraging to find material absorbed and recreated and disconnected. Let’s reinvent ourselves so we can find comfort in each other’s abilities.

Limitations drift away as we deserve to participate in the elegance of knowing the truth through whatever medium brings tears to eyes as we discover our own willingness to release and renew.


The normal every day process of leaving the body — abandoning the soul only to remind ourselves that the essence, “the who we are”, remains
exactly as God intended. There is no cause for concern. We sit behind
our eyes in order that we may witness or reinforce the ebb and flow of
life. You can liken this process to the sea. We respire, we exhale and
then eventually inhale, calling back the center of our universe. It begins
with us, each of us, as we allow our thoughts to turn inwards we create a
pool around ourselves that can be likened to an inner silence. It remains
there until we decide that we will allow the silence to pervade our senses,
glowing we allow our thoughts to calm us and not so randomly attune to
the outer elements, the great beyond and like a compass bearing north
we pass the sands through our hourglasses, allowing our spine to connect
and root into the earth creating an anchor that allows us to be reinforced
and determined.
We call back our energy from the Creator and allow it to
cleanse the forehead and wash away those energies that do not hold our
truth, a shower illuminates and swirls around our crown and ever so gently
removes the impurities of the day, the illuminated energy brings us in
to complete harmony, allowing for reattachment to the soul. There is no
standing room. This activity belongs to ourselves. We reunite with
our soul essence and learn who we are from the continual observatory.

Bicycling To Freedom

I have always been a bike enthusiast.  A ten speed allowed me to see the world dressed in its Sunday’s best it became a blur of greenery passing by, like an impressionistic painting as I floated along effortlessly.  I can recall the feeling of independence fueling me along.  I felt it’s essence propel me, coming out of my fingertips and feet, the bike and I were one.  The transcendent feeling washed over me, like a surfer hanging ten at the top of the crest.

The baptism of spirit as I allowed the energy to move in an out and and around and slide down.  This was no illusory mishap.  There was and is an union between the spirit and the universe.  The meditative state was one of grace.  The bike was where I witnessed the world not as a observer, but as a participant; aware and present.  No one could interrupt the meditative state that I participated in for the moment.  I was encapsulated in my own existence.   Seeing the world from a new wiser perspective is delicious, aging just because a new chapter in a really good book and I enjoy each and every day that the universe rewards me with.