We Are STARS

To Shine is to See the amber emerald eyes in the Sphinx. It is to see the marshmallow paws so soft and tender… put those squishy paws on your own heart, and then the Heart Shines. 

Because, as in times past, stories of HEARTache say, “From ancient grudge break to new mutiny”… Let not our hearts fall folly to this fable. It is inadmissible if we dare have a chance of Hope during these trying times of strife and solitude. 

We must heal these stories of the past so that the seed of our sorrows release back to the stars from whence they came.

More lines linger and speak to me: “Cast back into the fiery chasms from whence it came… Go back to the shadow.”

And now, the Ring and the Balrog of these seeds… of pointing a finger at one another, and most dreadfully at ourselves… we must raise to the skies, point North to the Star that calls us to a new existence.

Dearest readers, dearest friends, and foes alike: put down your swords, cast forth the demons, and alchemize them to this time of Glory. Riches beyond wonder await you amongst the stars, twinkling in the fireflies and reflections on the dragonfly's wing. Catch the rainbows and the dewdrops resting on the Praying Hands banana trees.

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Hide your electronics in a cherished treasure box and let them rearrange their algorithms so that when collected again, their signals and codes will resonate with the vision you can bring into the world. We are the beating heart, the tron-tronixs in the shapes of squares, pods, phones attached to our heads… Knobs that are connected to webs that make rainbow projections amongst a sea of dancing humans. We have replaced the lighters with the electronic squares. Yet harken not, don't feel bad. Just put those darn things away once in a while when your eyes are weary from looking at others' false stories painted in a palette that doesn't capture the full authentic painting.

This is a side tangent to come back to the Stars. For the electric squares outshine the stars if they are right up in your eyeballs and blind your all-knowing irises. 

It will all be okay. 

No, oh no. 

It will be extraordinary.

Oh no. 

It will be legendary. 

No. 

It will be sublime. 

For our souls are sublime. Please friends, it's time to see. Not look, see yourselves from the Stars descended. 

Now more lines speak: “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust… All we are is dust in the wind.”

Alright, I see this point… And I call to action for you, sweet friend, to be STARdust to STARdust. All we are is STARdancers in the wind.

In closing, in summation, in an adieu from this fruit-filled ship floating on the Selva of this pen to the page, I say good day. 

I, the messenger of the Star-letters from above. They read me stories and I share them with you now. 

Cutting cords of ancient grudges, releasing the darkness into the chasms, shining so bright with our galaxy-filled belts that the electric squares’ faces fade. 

The seeds we gather from the heavens above, now deeply rooted in our bodies, going even stronger into the forests and ancient kingdoms in the ocean that we can help awaken anew. 

The ancient times, hidden treasures, and societies living in peace need merely the Star Keys we now possess. 

ACTIVATE, my Loves!

Stars and clouds in our eyes as we wake, Stars for breakfast, Stars for clothes, Stars for hugs, Stars for music, Stars for wheels, Stars for smoochies, Stars for sleep, Stars for ALL. 

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Looking into my pastel-pink world, blessed by a coconut Nymph, I see what was once an emerald elixir, dazzling in the Stars of dreams. 

Drinking up the words written today, I now hear my own lingering phrase coming through: “Be the Bravest star in the sky. Be the shooting star blazing so bright it blasts to realms so blissful, no words have been invented to describe them. 

Alas, the Pen of my Heart keeps going, and I know it's time to go…. For how many times can I write “Stars”! 

I don't care, I'm on a tropical Vacation with a Star Mission and can do whatever I damn well please. 

The Stars told me to follow my Northern Star on the clear water's edge with a compass on a necklace of a tropical Angel so bright and kind I knew it led the way… 

…to a distant island in the shape of a heart, though X marks the spot… sand so soft it will hold my screams of joy, and music so loud it breaks the sound barrier, inviting our friends from the Ancient Advanced Underwater Kingdoms and Eternal Beings from Above to come Party. 

The party is coming, I'm prepping now. For a Cosmic Cloud Disco Celebration this size takes a Lot of FUN, imagination, intentional, clear, Calma pre-production. 

I Call on you, the Upper orbiting beings, to help me plan. For after this fortnight of a trifecta tangible trajectory Vacation in the Lushness, I see I must and now have support, protection, and collaboration from my Solid Positive Yes to Life Crew and new crew that is drawing closer to me, and me closer to them. 

My exquisite Book being Scribed from the Angel Inside. 

Ya, this Star Angel is ready for the Party of All the Ages. For as I Write, as I Scribe it into existence, the Key Players come. The land to host this festive bump-a-tude of Intergalactic Bliss. 

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I know that I’m staying True to my Word. 

I trust, I strive, I act in Accordance with the Ordinance of Calling me to the Star Age. 

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Invitation coming soon...

Still working on the taaffeite + gold seedling Book Cover and page layout. 

Still having Visionary Conversations with the Angels. 

Still being in Action for this Star Story to be blasted to this world… For all will read, all will feel, all will see and Be the story of the New Heavenly World. 

It. Is. On 

You dope rockSTARS, you. 

Invitation being created. 

Book being Written. 

Angels Inviting Me and I Them into Our stories. 

Production clear. 

And a couple remaining pieces, Por Favor. 

Please Save the Date

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RSVP which kind of Star Dish you would like:

I SuperSTARnova noodles

II Shooting STAR salad

III STAR shower medley

p.s You are SuperSTAR