A Letter to Bruce Springsteen

Dear Bruce, 

There are no words that can describe just how excited I am to finally, finally see you in concert. This has been a long time coming...28 long years. 

First time I ever listened to your music was the summer of '83, I think. I was at my brother Carlos' house and he put on Thunder Road. Sipping beer on a hot summer night. That's all it took. That moment was forever captured and each time I hear Thunder Road I go back to that time.

And that's how it's been over the years. Each time a new album would come out it never failed that a song would capture whatever my life experience was at the time. Whether it was love, desire, loneliness, darkness, heartache or heartbreak, feelings of patriotism, loyalty, excitement, friendship, etc... , whatever I was experiencing or feeling, there was a song of yours that I could attach the moment to and embed it. 

It amazed me, and it still does, that you could take my experiences and thoughts and put words to them. You then captured my emotions and they became music. Your lyrics were always succinct and to the point and the melodies made my heart soar. 

I know that at the end of my life, as my spirit leaves this body, it will be your music playing softly in the background. The highlights of my life captured forever in your songs. It will be your voice that takes me home.

I love, love, love you.

                                      Your number one fan,

                                                                         Lydia 

This was posted by Ivonice Powell on the day of the Venus Transit 2012.  


what's my purpose?
what's the plan
when did I learn
how not to expand?
the trickles of uncertainty
that over time
took me
from me
and right there
underneath my skin
I knew the way
and felt akin
to all around me
everything.
It wasn't pre-ordained
as such
it asked of me
not very much
It only asked me to be free
to have the confidence
in me..
What's the future
going to hold
now i'm rapidly
feeling bold
unafraid
to share my thoughts
metaphorically
walk a different walk
We all want change
yet talk the talk
without commiting
to heart felt feelings
their transient nature
in cyber space
disguised the names
disguised the face
the Goddess of Love
and her radiant grace
bestowed her love
all over the place
who would admit it
for fear of more scorn ?
With all of her grace
my heart i'll adorn
For this is my purpose
and now i can see !!
to spread love
and just be me
let my energy
flow
o'er the galaxy

Once Upon A Time...

"Once upon a time (isn't that how all good stories begin?), in a world before this one, the women were the decision-makers and the men were the helpers, the implementors of these decisions. How a thing was decided had more to do with the wise woman going within to listen carefully to the whispers of the Silence, the Void.She would travel to the place where all was known and understood in order to bring the wisdom to the people for the benefit of all. She would consult with other wise women to ensure the correctness of the messages she received. And all was good and peaceful in the world.

One day, as the woman went to the place where all was known and understood, she returned with a message that caused great sadness in her heart. She struggled with the understanding of what this message meant, and took it to the others for clarity, for understanding. And actually, in her heart of hearts, she hoped she would be told that there was some mistake, that this message was not to be heeded. That was not to be, for communion between the wise women all over the world revealed that this selfsame message had been heard by others. It was a simple message, yet it meant that the world would change, and that this change would last for a very, very long time.

The message was: IT IS TIME FOR THE MEN TO LEAD, SO THAT THEY TOO CAN LEARN AND GROW.

....And so this is how it began, the cycle of change that we now find ourselves at the end of. In the beginning, the women made the decisions and there was peace in the world. The time came for the men to make the decisions so that they, too, could learn and grow. And now the time has come for the wise women to step out of the shadows and take their place once again. But that place is not above man, but rather by his side, so that as equal partners, each with their strengths and weaknesses, together we can make this world once again a place of peace and goodness."
~Living by Intuition and Inspiration...(condensed excerpt)

Teaching and Learning in Dreamtime

Can you learn in dreamtime? I mean, is it possible to call a teacher to you and have them teach you in dreamtime? I wonder...

Sandy, I invite you into my dreams. Can you teach me how to clear my own aura? I know that Sandy is not your soul name. It is the personality's name. My question is still the same, can you teach me? Would you teach me so that I may do this for myself and others? 

Momma, I invite you too into my dreams as a teacher. I know that you are a part of my spiritual path, my spiritual journey. Would you teach me to see auras? Would you show me some of the magic that lived in you? Would you come often? I am open to you, momma. 

Happy Mother's Day

To all the wonderful mommas in my life...

     Your beauty shines through in the children you are raising. They are the world of tomorrow, the great people of tomorrow.
     And they all have one thing in common...their mommas. That special person who carried them beneath her heart, loves and adores them, believes in them, admires them, praises and encourages them, holds them and molds them, pushes them when they need it, the one they can count on no matter what.
    And this is me, wishing the very best for you on this day that celebrates all your dedication to these little bits of love you helped create. Love and praise to all of you from the bottom of my heart.

Happy, Happy Mother's Day.

An Easier Life Next Time Around?

 I was told that many souls chose difficult lives this time around because, if you believe in the shift, this would be the last opportunity to move beyond the karmic cycle.

 The challenges that we have overcome speak to our resourcefulness, strength, courage, perseverance and the innumerable lessons those challenges contained.

 We shed our lives and their challenges like a jacket when we transition/die. They no longer matter in the sense that we no longer continue to worry about them. Every outcome is the perfect one. Believe that nothing is left to chance. 

 When I think about it, I don't know alot of folks who have had easy lives this time around, especially inside my own family. I am the first to admit that there were plenty of times when this personality was weary of the challenges and/or lessons my soul chose for me and I gave in to the lesson just so that I could move on.( Giving in is not giving up.) Over time I learned that just because I didn't see the light on the horizon didn't mean that it wasn't there, just out of sight waiting patiently for me. The same is true for all of you who are going through some seriously hard times. 

 A few words of advice; Be still in the moment and ask yourself: Who am I really? How do I feel about my life? And then tell yourself the truth and make the necessary changes to find your joy. Remember: Happiness is a choice You make. It does not exist outside of you because it is a state of being. So, find the courage to live your purpose, whatever it is. 

Sending all of you a little of the light, love, and joy that lives in me...

GOD

  GOD

      In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more." But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

 And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all." And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.

 And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom." And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.

 And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou art my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun."

 Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.

 And when I descended to the valleys and the plains, God was there also.

                               ~ Khalil Gibran ... 1900 .. and a little ~

                                            via Daniel Romero

I wanted to remember this always...

Dear Momma

Dear Momma,

Thank you so much for going to the BMSE. Although I was hoping you'd be there I didn't know if you would truly make it. I don't know if you know just how much it meant to me to be able to talk to you...not just that, but to actually have you talk to me, too.

Now you know that I blamed myself for your death. Not directly, of course. But it sure felt that way to me. I truly believed that you would still be here if I had just bought you a car, any car. Without a car, I thought you lost your independence and was a big part of who you were. You were the most independent woman I knew. You had raised your children, a grandaughter, and now you were also raising a great-grandaughter. Your car was a vital part of all that.

It was my belief that when you lost your car you also lost your ability to meet your family's needs. When I didn't buy you another one, I doomed you to a life of dependence. And that was something that you were not used to. Everyone had always looked to you and now you had to look to others to help you meet your needs.

Thank you for being there, momma. Your words allowed me to release my guilt, which I had been carrying for a long time now. I miss you so much. I didn't know it was going to be this hard or that it was going to hurt so much. Nothing could have prepared me for that. Nothing.

Thank you for watching over the girlies, especially Ceewee. I know she needs protecting. I blame her for something...I just don't know what yet. I will pay attention to that if only because I love her so much. And I know how much she means to you and her other momma.

I'm also glad to hear that we belong to the same soul group. It makes alot of sense. I believe that is the reason I'm grieving you so hard. I will begin work on the exercises...beginning with this letter.

Until next time, momma. Loving you with all that I am.

Your kid, Lydia

The Old Red Barn

In 1974 I had a bout of recurring dreams. Recurring in the sense that they all started out the same. This lasted for about a year, maybe a little more.

The dreams always started out the same. The sun was shining, I was warm, and my eyes were focused on the huge red barn about 20 yards in front of me. Just looking at it filled me with a delicious warmth because I knew that the barn was mine. My grandmother had told me so. Then, I slowly walked towards the barn. I reached out and grabbed the handles and pulled. As they slowly opened, my heart would start to race because I knew that there was serious adventure to be had in here. I looked inside and my eyes darted from place to place and thing to thing. There were a million cupboards. There were big boxes and little boxes. There were old fasioned parcels complete with ribbons on top. There were big doors and small doors, horse stalls and buckets. The barn was filled to the rafters with all this and more. I walked further in and then...

That is how they all started. The difference is that each night in my dream state, I would explore or investigate a different thing. One night it would be a cupboard. The next night a box or a parcel. An envelope. A stall. A chest. A hidey hole. Each night, each dream would be spent investigating the contents of that one thing that the dream was dedicated to. It never wavered.

Every dream would last just long enough. One time, for example, I opened a chest that was filled with treasure. I would reach into the chest and pick something out and explore it fully. I would get lost in the sight and feel of a pearl necklace or the silkiness of a scarf. No matter how large or small that particular thing I was investigating was, the dream always lasted long enough for me to explore it fully or to go through the entire contents. It was always an amazing experience and I would awaken with the wonder of that night's exploration.

Oftentimes, the thing I investigated was empty of all but dust and cobwebs and I was saddened by the loss of the contents. There were empty boxes or cupboards or rooms or envelopes. Those dreams were filled with emptiness and the feeling of loss stayed with me long after I had awakened.

And this is how it was for a year or so. Then one day (or night) they stopped. Completely. And I missed them.

And so time went on and I lived my life until one night in 1999. I found myself falling into that same dream. I welcomed it just like you would an old friend and I was so happy to 'see it'. I didn't know it yet, but it was the first of a series of three dreams, in three nights.

In the first dream, just as before, I opened the doors and looked around. Only this time I noted that the barn seemed empty. And it felt empty. I walked around and opened doors only to find those particular rooms empty. There was absolutely nothing hanging on the hooks or from the walls. The stalls were completely empty, too. There were no boxes or chests or light inside. As I looked around, I glanced up into the rafters. I noticed that there were some boxes just barely visible from where I was standing. I looked around, searching for a way to to climb up into the rafters. And then the dream ended.

The next night the dream was back. Instead of being outside the barn, though, the dream began where last night's dream had ended. I was searching for a way to climb up into the rafters. I hurriedly looked into all the doors of all the rooms and stalls for a ladder. And I couldn't find one. I stood in the middle of the barn and looked around it one more time. It was then that I noticed a tall thin door at the back of the barn and I walked towards it. I opened the door and saw that there was a ladder inside. I walked in and I started climbing. At the top I found myself in a tiny box-like room. I barely fit inside. I could stand in it but there was nowhere to go. I thought I was a dead-end. But, I thought to myself, it just didn't make any sense. I looked to my left and it was then that I saw that the walls didn't exactly meet. I walked over to investigate and sure enough there was enough space for me to fit through. I walked around and there was another wall, just like a maze. I squirmed around this one, too and then walked a little ways down a corridor to another wall. This time there was a big box in front of it. I climbed up the box and stood up. My head poked up into the rafters! I climbed up and in and looked down into the barn only to discover another complete barn on the left side. The two barns, it seemed, shared a common wall. The back one. Then the second dream ended.

The third night opened with me walking into my empty barn. I knew that I had to climb into the rafters but this time I didn't have to search for a way up because I knew about the door and the ladder. I climbed up and squirmed my way around the walls. I climbed up into the rafters and looked into the other barn. It was old and musty in there. It was filled with broken things and cobwebs hung everywhere. I looked straight ahead and saw the part of the rafters that I had seen from my side of the barn. The closer I got to that room, the lighter it got. I stepped into the room and saw the boxes in the far corner and as I walked towards them I saw my sister, Janie. She smiled at me then turned and left the room. As she reached the doorway, she turned around and became my niece, Rebecca. Then I woke up.

This time when I woke up, I knew what the dreams meant. All of them. I knew every significant thing about them. The barn was my life. Each box, each room, each envelope, stall, chest, was a lesson that I had to learn in this life and there were hundreds, if not thousands of them. Each thing inside of each container was a part of that lesson. The empty barn, my barn signified the lessons I had learned since I first had the dreams. The door to the rafters was a choice that I was going to have to make and because just finding the way up into the rafters was hard, then the choice I had to make was going to be one worth making. The desolate barn was an indicator of how desolate my life could have been if I hadn't made that choice. The boxes left in the rafters were the lessons I still had to learn but they weren't going to be as hard as those I had already learned. My sister's presence and leaving were merely to tell me that my lessons with her were over. Rebecca's presence showed that she and I had things to do together. And her smile as to show me that she was okay with my choices and hers.

What I didn't know then, but do know now, is that I was going to adopt Rebecca's daughters. Alicia was born in 2004 and Celia was born in 2006. And I love them with all that I am.

I thank my Spirit for allowing me to know these things. I am deeply grateful for my life and the opportunity to live it. I thank her for choosing Me.