I See Now

I closed my eyes and continued to see the clouds. I can always live in heaven and live in the clouds. And invisibility took over and surrounded me.

Seen as cars passed by, I saw their lights and realized that's why the Earth resonates with me. It grounds me to be a part of this reality and see past the cars going by. Deep breaths and getting out of the logistics, things I “have” to do and places to go. I can close my eyes every direction and see heaven is around me.

It provides me access to see all I need to see. Go back to the evolution of this journey. Enter a universe. Low and behold, I now stand. I see the clouds. I realize I can be like the Bodhisattva going through the crowds in peace, living in another state of contentment, joy, profound connection with the elements. The birds chirping, plants rustling, air of moisture that fills my skin, and above all, the clouds oh the clouds- I am in heaven and keep this experience sealed in.

Waking with Calm, a goddess and friend coming through the door of her floating home, full of books from masters and artists alike. She presented me with fruits from the land: grapefruits, bananas, blueberries and fruits I've never seen before, that she knowledgably picked from the trees. Giving thanks and giving their leaves a hug with glee in her voice, she said, “Jackpot!” Then she created and served me an elixir that made me elated. Jungle livin is gooooooodddd! Her eyes that of piercing love, the color of rich amber and sacred waters.

My body rested, mind at ease, and a feeling of “this is how people live who choose a path of being one with the land.”

Who knew… a mere drive from the city's electric lights, fluorescent bikinis with bodacious bums, Caribbean beats, and jet skis skimming the waters to islands made of hearts… a paradise exists.

Flash to now, my back against a sick whip named Foxy Roxy, a new adventure buddy with wheels carrying me to my destiny, and sound system providing the anthem and soundtrack. Boom Boom Boooyyaah!
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A far-off place.
A stranger in a strange land- a recent feeling I had where horses roamed, hidden from my sight, trash in what was once clear waters, humidity so potent it stuck dresses to every part of my body. Uncomfortable.

And yet, the Underwater Sunrise in a sculpture garden Thirty Three Thousand Leagues Under The Sea helped forge the foundation for the project that is emerging once more.

And gotta hallaahh at my girl who helped make this disorienting trip make sense. She is a mermaid with electric blue eyes and hair of alabaster hope. She was my constant cheerleader saying it in person or whispering on the winds during my solo journey. “You got this. I'm forever by your side. Follow the beaches call, get lost in the jungle, enjoy the ride and the fairy paths.”

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No more a stranger in a strange land- that experience remains in the past.
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So back and back to now, I close my eyes and see the cars passing by. I close them two times more and see the combination of cars lights making a matrix of lines and the clouds swirling together.

I embed this Now experience to know that I can indeed have the vision of clouds, the breaths that help me come back, and the invisibility cloak that allows me to be safe amongst the earthly realm. I remember this moment in this moment, and yet again, my inner voice almost yells:
WRITE!
Heeding this voice, I go to my journal as we speak… you, my fellow travelers, are now along the ride through the cosmic sojourn of my soul, where I Am being Unstoppable in fulfilling my Personal Legend, going balls out… unbuckle your seatbelt, let your hair down and get ready to sing, disco and crack up… it’s gonna be a righteously wildly beautiful ride.
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My Symphony Co-Creator is so happy I jumped into this cloud-filled space. For now we truly can make this once lucid symphony a reality together.
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Visioning now I see the transcendence floating above the cars in the pollution. I inhale the earth, the essence of being here grounded, and thank this energy to keep me here. For I have floated too far in space in the past and forgotten that existing in this earthly plane is a vital part of me being here on earth. Born as an Angel, made to be one, and now constantly reminding myself, “You are an Angel.” Bring the light from above and channel it inside to ground these roots into the earth. My roots, a powerful crystalline energy that is indeed as strong as the Banyan's roots. My roots bring heaven to earth.

When I see the concrete and people saying mean things, I can now pass by, float by really, and send them all light, angel light.

My mission is becoming ever clearer.

Clouds in my eyes, heaven from above, grounding it to the earth with light, and then sharing this through the tool of my pen, the cradle of my paper, and my hand moving without thinking. Thoughts vanish. The divine message shines through. Lightning bolts at sonic speed descend and made this my tool to share these messages. Write. Write. Write, dearest angel. This is the time.

A pause in the back of my ride, with billowing palm trees and pink peace, I share this with you:

Be Unstoppable in this life to source the power from the light within.
Write your destiny as if it were the only thing you could do to survive.
Be bold.
Be courageous to crush out the demons and let free the angels. Bow deeply to the demons and give them a blanket of love and thank them for the lessons.

Give Rise to the purpose of this lifetime that can be and will be the Ultimate Golden Age of Dreamers that make the dream a reality…The Love Renaissance is upon us, my sacred friends.

Let us hug, hold each other, and be released to the winds of our true calling.
Let us be free in the breath, the breath that is made so pure by breathing in symbiosis with the seeds, trees, flowers, plants, waters, and mountains.

Let us swim in the waters of our joy.

Let us dance and laugh with our eyes closed and have Open connection with others when they are open.