Turning Back the Clock‘s Time of Suffering


Turning Back the Clock‘S Time of Suffering

Planting seeds of change in the hearts of many

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Reading another, listening to messages from the collective triggered deeper thought of self-reflection and the steps leading to this point in time. Heavy as the sounds, tremors and ground-breaking snaps as our steps veer off onto trails with fewer visitors than typical touristy traps.

Turning back the clocks, the hourglass of time, to a moment where a five-year-old drops wisdom of the ages, center stage and into our laps — dead in our tracks, self-evaluation of who and what we are to do in this lifetime. A glimpse of self-gratitude, inner joy, as if one has just found a pot of gold.

Sharing the wealth with a father figure of old school thought, not met on similar battlefields of thought-provoking peace — planting our seeds. What does one say to the one who says, “I feel sorry for you, taking guidance from a child?”

Deep pause — more self-reflecting tones singing through, “I feel it takes courage to address the innocence of this child, redirecting our steps into brighter days — in hopes of painting a better picture for future generations.” Not met with assurance, quite the opposing force at hand, “what are you trying to say? I am not going to change who I am. Not now, not ever.”

Sighing with great sadness, heavy this heart song squelching tone of another, knowing I have struck the magical cord — within self and healing of past, present and future. “What is the difference between a thirty-five-year-old who listens to his five-year-old, taking guidance on how to better his world and the thirty-five-year-old battling in a conversation with a seventy-year-old of what feels right?”

“The difference, one is willing to admit fault, vulnerable and scared of what others may think — whilst staying the course as to what feels right versus what is told to be so. What better a man who listens to his child, altering steps for brighter days?”

Deepest gratitude for the lessons of undoing, past or present participle showing a devote conviction of bettering self and all our encounters. Even greater is the gratitude for the strength of the innocent stepping forward to challenge the old ways, giving opportunity for inner knowing of what comes next.

~Ani Po


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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Only Human


Only Human

Thoughts running away

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This flesh is confined to limited thought — head-mind chiming in with a twisted view of worldly possessions and cyclical patterned behavior — after generational pulls on past traumatic endeavors. There is a knowing of something greater — heightened experiences glimpse into future realities while budding pings in scapular blades cutting through.

Angelic presence, always and in all ways, standing beside you during the buckled knees, paralyzing falls and the joyous of springing forth energetic expanding wholeness of all there is. Fluttering wings phantom-like feelings in the backside of reality — stepping forward in assuring potentiality.

Whose words are these? Mine? Metatron was channeling through — as before when simple humans step out of the way — matters not but allowance of being who we are meant to be. From dust to flesh — tainted thoughts to the purification of loves embracing wings — Arcadia returns in ever-present knowing — we are right where we ought to be.

Well done — passing through the valley of death — hourglass turning a new time present are we — forward in tightrope fashion of carrying a balance with dark and light in each hand. Winds abound — catching headwinds song carrying true — hovering in deeper observation of self and collective aggregate.

Only human — thoughts running away — in the mirror remains a divine being molded by clay and stardust breath of life. Nodding in perfect harmony — battlefields of mindless acts, the warmth of heaven’s kiss — dreaming of a new world, tell me true.

Dragon calls — clawing out a cold and hardened muscle, no longer beating a natural vibratory song. Transplanted heart of dragon — beating with greater intensity and singing songs from light-beings — star-people — healing self and others alike.

~ Ani Po


Much Love and Gratitude to Marilyn Glover and Third-Eye-Gypsy, for holding this sacred space.

Poetic response to angelic calling…


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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