Returning to Whence We Came

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Returning to Whence We Came

true-self, ever-changing thought transmuted reality

My thoughts are different, stating the poet, misfit, weirdo, introverted reality, or recreating self and cosmic worldly positions as seen fit, yet similar as remains. Similar opposames once thought different just adapting to possibility, ever-changing personal relationship with self and communicative transmitted diseases forth bringing death and despair.

From a very young age, she witnessed different worlds overlaid atop this one, wanting to retreat the collective suffering of the whole to preaching a new way of understanding. Given up on egoistic ways, belief “it was up to me,” merely observing the observer firstly, mostly outwardly gazing stars breaching new galaxies.

Turning to the quill, hidden messages, without decoder ring arriving via postal services, left for the others to find meaning in the illusion of the mind-altering self-inflicted possibility of accepting as is seen on t.v. Switch-words, binary encoding, rewriting Deoxyribonucleic acid, written word, and angelic beings held sacred space.

They judged, tested, tried and true, challenging to another duel, and dancing with devil him or her facing mirrors’ reflecting truths. Acceptance, forgiving ways, spirit-walker called to action, stepping into shadows of doubt, past-driven fear-ridden reality calling for a sit-down. Complying with the universal call, hearing both sides to every story, Two Owls replying who cooks for you.

Listening to whispers of weirdo’s presence, uncertain to the meaning or root cause to the words, embodying doubt she was collectively given, hesitation persists. Hearing an inner voice calling out her name, the true beginning of self-adapting, Self-creating thought waiting to birth, accepting the dream to reality potentiality, it is given.

~ Ani Po

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In reply to Saturday Morning Prompt, stemming from years of listening to people tell me, “You can’t do that,” “That is impossible,” “You live in a fantasy world,” “You are playing a dangerous game,” “there is no spirit world,” “who do you think you are?” On and on, the self-doubt collectively spewing into my thoughts and eventually grabbing hold. Briefly forgetting who I was, giving away my own identity, lost in a temporary song of defeat, only to recover from life-long lessons collectively taught how not to be, returning to whence I came, true-self, ever-changing thought transmuted reality.


Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Accepting The Many Lessons Before Us

The Warrior, or as we have come to know her…Ani Po, elevating to a new level of consciousness arrives at a place of ‘Now What?” From the time she received the first call to elite status of warrior she is learning the lessons, elevating to new levels and wondering what next. She adapts to her new surroundings and quickly accepts next challenges.

 

When she first took the call, as in the story of Samuel, Ani Po began dumping excess baggage from the past allowing more freedom to emerge within the self. It is in our ability to let go of past beliefs, past experiences we allow true nature to emerge. It is in this true nature we find our true identity. In the case of Ani Po, she did not understand who or what she was to become until she first accepted a new reality as an ancient Warrior for Peace. Now standing for peace, she chooses only to engage when needed.

 

Even still, the Warrior learns lessons further arriving at the place of ‘now what?’ But the time spent within these lessons gets shorter, for she learns quickly and moves on to the next. Being able to flow like the river and change with every turn carved into the land, we learn to adapt quicker and quicker with each new lesson. Many battles lay ahead for the Warrior but she accepts whatever comes her way.

 

Stepping into the Canvas accepting many lessons before us. The Canvas displays new scenery every time we step up to it, but how we see it…is up to us. See the beauty or see despair, whichever way you see it shall be so. Be open to new beginnings and further embrace the many… ‘Now What?’