Lessons learned on the road home …

[Christine]

Lesson learned on the road

Holding the light in the dark is eternal
Holding the mirror for some one else's darkness, you become their darkness
Holding your Self, the mirror and the Other inside your heart is to act with courage
Allowing the mirror to shatter inside is a crucible of white pain
Standing in the flame is unbearable
The return

Peace
Love
Truth
Freedom
Beauty

The Essence of the Rose

[Gemma13]

Dearest Christine

I hear your heart and feel your profound compassion for all life, and I am grateful for the wisdoms you share that come from your heart's lens. I hope you don't mind that I have cut and pasted a piece of your wisdom to re-share here as I believe we would all do well to remind ourselves of this daily . . . until it becomes as familiar as breathing.


… We are standing at the edge of the biggest rift on the planet. The male/ female division. Will we allow this to further split us or use this opportunity to reach for COMPASSION for all beings?

We are Spirit and have most likely experienced and participated in being male/ dominate/ abusers ourselves. As we peel away the barriers that have been used to block our access to Essential PURE Self we need to confront this reality.
Ironically my meditation this morning took me into the billions of years of incarnations we have experienced.
We are all culpable if that is the word…
We are not male or female, only having chosen certain roles in different lifetimes.

…With love and ONE heart COMPASSION
Christine

Warmest regards
Gemma13

[Mark]

Beautiful, soulful, transcendent. In la kesh, a la kin.

Thank you for sharing your poetic expression, Christine.

[Realeyes]

Beautiful Christine - thank you. :hug:


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[Cristian]

http://s12.postimg.org/zc00e51mh/Fancy_Letter_A_3.jpgnd there it was in distant past
Somewhere in time and space,
A kingdom who was about trust
And honor of the human race.


Angels and demons came to see
The wonder of it all ,
Even the mountains and the sea
Responded to the call.


The king had knowledge in his mind
He knew where he must go,
The queen was magic; she was kind,
From heart her love would flow.


In lonely gardens they spent time
Looking at stars at night,
Their hearts were full of love and rhyme
No clouds of storm in sight.


But it was meant for them to fall
To be apart again
To see the shadows build a wall,
To feel the curse of man.


“I came from far away my lady ,
Son of a distant star.”

“Your heart is cold, your eyes are shady
I don’t know who you are…”


And so she goes one silent day
In early morning mist
The Earth is crying, sky is gray ,
Her king she last time kissed.


In lonely woods she starts to pray,
A magic from the past
“I wish to see another way”
And so the spell is cast.

[shadowstalker]

Much love Christine, MUCH LOVE.

[Deega]

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The best to you!

[Sebastion]

Dear Christine,

I "see" you and unto you, I send my very best!

[donk]

Was thinking of you...hope you are ok:

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Heh....you know I'm showing up under someone's 666th post!!:becky:

[Christine]

THE ILLUSIONIST

Through reams of time, stories written.
Worlds collide.

Fortress of steel walls built.
This is mine.

Sovereign Free, what of me?
Tightly bound,
No freedom found,
Words confound.

A child cries inside thick walls.
Muffled, muted murmurs now.
Desperation gives to death,
Innocence locked and kept.

Bundled and ill equipped,
Ascends the icy rift.
Dare not he lose his grip,
Folly! he screams as he falls.

Laid to rest in barren blizzards fields,
Remains haunted upon this day,
No forgiveness or resolve.
Lest he is to forever dissolve.

Into endless nothingness.

Hardened is the heart that beats,
Unknown that it has become the beast,
Cries out to a world,
Look! what the I hath endured.

Lest the man forget
That he himself this day beget,
In reliving of the event
That has so rent his soul bereft.

Loving Truly wraps her arms,
Gently whispers of lost charms.
Days of warmth and laughter ring,
Remembrance of lighter things.

Eternally She holds this flame.
Small against the great dark plane,
Penetration into space,
The voyager to parts unknown.

Great Mystery is the key.
She appears to laugh mercilessly.

Knowing not from where he came,
Still he doth choose this game.
Labyrinth and maze is thus made.
Twists and turns but lead to dead ends.

Deeper still will come home,
To arrive one day to central point.

Imploding in upon the self,
A stellar radiant one
Of carbon born.
Diamond light, polished stone.

The Journey has thus begun.

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[Iloveyou]

Christine, browsing through many threads during the last months, reading compassionate, heart-warming and deeply moving texts, discovering images of great beauty, I often thought: can there be something more loving, more wonderful, miraculous, full of magic?

Yes, it can. Emerging out of deepest sorrow your words opened an ocean of love and devotion to dive in. They make me fly into immensity of space while being anchored in the heart of our mother. The child is loved unlimited.