Thank you for being here

[dd41]

Forgiveness. I hear you. Beautifully said.

The wonderful thing about an organized retreat is that it allows us to focus. Intentional, mindful, behavior. Chosen time and space to seek peace. An important activity.

I’ve had so much time to study forgiveness. My husband asked me for forgiveness recently — changing the language, it can make better sense. What if you change the word forgiveness to attachment? He asks me for forgiveness but it is HE that is attached to certain events. His perceived mistakes. If we don’t let go, we might reenact the crime just to figure it out.

I rebounded long ago, changing self, changing mind, changing habits, changing houses. In the new house of 3 years now, I have been creating a retreat… with pathways and waterfalls, wildflowers, birds, trees. I light my copal and candles in the early dark morning hours and give thanks for another day to fumble may way through the maze. In lak etch. I am just like you. All of you. Same heart. Same sky.

Peace and love to the Wandering Nation

[Lightfoot]

Very nice of you to give me a treasure hunt, hidden among a polarising, and gentle manifestation from your mind, that reflects coexistance, healing and tranquility.
I love nature too! Very much so. I heal myself with natural surroundings, with nature’s cause. Rivers, streams, climbing mountains and fresh air and the like.

I am grateful for this new discovery, In Lak etch.
What is the poem in Lak Ech about?

Me amo y me respeto yo. I love and respect myself. The above Mayan-inspired poem In Lak’ech speaks to the connection that exists between humans: If I do harm you, I do harm to myself; If I love and respect you, I love and respect myself.

Giving thanks each day is a powerful remedy to the soul.
Just as eating vegetables is a powerful remedy for the body.
That just leaves mind…what would be harmony making, for the mind?
Prayer and meditation, I look forward to, to sing for earth.

However, I am soul searching for rituals, for holding a sanctified space within me, a ‘proper procedure’ if you prefer, for my journey inward. I am new in this lifetime to having the self discipline to actually do meditation, and prayer, and yet it closely resonates to explore this new territory and find practical ways to further investigate it. Perhaps you could share with me, your steering wheel, your conscious self’s method of preparation, for meditation? I am a baby, waking up it seems, for nourishment…make the soul fatter, with procedure.
To aid in my quest, I have joined the Rosicrucian Order, and look forward to their practical steps. They are a familiar family, to one of my incarnations, and I know that they have some recommended procedure that will be water for my thirsty spirit. Eat vegetables is probably also theirs too. Even though I have not the time yet to manifest a celebration rhyme for each of carrot, celery, cabbage and rutabaga in this vase of the law of One forum, it will appear in writing after the Rosicrucian training is underway in my own personal experience. Training in the rituals they teach will enhance my inward journey.

Sorry, I must have been an adept at some time long ago, but this time have some important gyrations to do, but sadly I have forgotten how to dance.

It would be self aggrandizing to continue the extraction of solar realm poetry at this point. In terms the reader would really relate to, I have been treating my inner self harmony like an whore, and not like the maiden she would prefer. I think that is in the Ra material somewhere. I am open to solitude, to repair any minor infringements upon YOUR STORY I may have unwittingly made so.

[dd41]

In’la’ketch. “You are my other me.”

My mind often pokes fun of itself for trying to be pious, rule abiding, and programmatic. In the teachings of the Cholq’ij, words have vibrations….thoughts have vibrations in time and space,

Then, perhaps I should shut up. Be still. Pet the rose petals with my fingers, love a kitten with my blinking eyes, because if not, I might step on the ladybug with my criticism and hex a butterfly with my anger.

Maybe, It’s all energy. So simple. Nothing to analyze in paradise just revel in the green, blue, bright starlight shine of the night skies you helped me create! Thank you. I thank you.

My ritual, like yours, is a cornucopia of thankyous and vegetables. Okay, okay, just for fun I throw in a little bit of chocolate and rose petals. Sometimes, I hum in the shower with my eyes closed or stare at Venus at night and whisper “Helloooooooooooooo…. In lak’etch.”

Celebration is rich. My body, my astronaut suit, serves me well. My senses: I gladly hear music, my legs can dance to drums that overpower me, honey in my tea makes me sigh. The sparrow’s song softens my mood. Ritual is the body’s wordless way of saying thank you.

For me, mostly, it is beyond words.

And still,

Human suffering concerns me.

To help my other me(s)

The perpetual task is to stay in Love.

No matter what.

For us.

You.

[flofrog]

[Lightfoot]

@dd41

Today, I tend to flowers, grow trees

Let us follow you there. Producing oxygen in service and shoulder our sorrow for the fist-bumpers in the third dimension in denial of what they once were.

What are the stories from the past,
That we were told as saplings small,
That Golden ball was built to last,
And one day we would reach as tall?

Now seldom does the rainbow shine,
Those rotten kids took it away,
To serve themselves with false divine,
And contribute to selfish play.

I’m all alone and softly cry,
No harmony for magic dance,
Of leaf and wind and water sky,
Seldom perfume the air enhance.

Where is the story once they knew?
For our polarity is true.

We reason the injustices and unfairness for the plant world. Though massively unhappy, still they serve the One Creator of us all. In duty they will outwardly express oxygen, and inwardly find hope that we are a species improving. My imagination took sorrow from the third density and assumed they would feel it as well. They may not feel it the same way. Focus on proper procedure is still underperforming in my personal file.

May your trees serve you as you serve them.
Thank you.
Lightfoot. 22/12/2024.

[dd41]

Yes, yes!

Follow me to the kingdom of the Plant People!

All are welcome home to our early moss selves
Riding on our tardigrade ponies in space
In search of fresh starts. (We’ve done this all before.)

Meanwhile back to now,

We get sad in winter (or the off season) but we know we must shrivel and soak sometimes.

Back to seed, back to our roots, back to the darkness

We know this song and dance.
This time, let’s be most ready.
Ready to jungle up this joint. Down with my peeps in speakeasy basements planning the next uprising, getting drunk on the pulse of planet, all of us hopping about in secret to the crazy new sounds, new dance moves. I’m talking real jitterbugs!

On land: Those overlording mindcrafters can be stubborn
But the plant people have eyes and spies, 10 beats ahead, with our moles and worms, Our hummingbird hover-honeys

Don’t worry.

We can be guardians of the galaxy. I care for the wild ones. My husband takes care of the lost ones. My neighbor takes care of the poor of spirit ones… bring your light.

Let’s have it! Teach me how you do it! Shine on dear ones!

Peace and thanks.

[Raz]

This thread is delightful

[Lightfoot]

With In’la’ketch a secret song,
As sturdy as our Billabong,
It may not be to you profound,
But to your brother sacred sound.

And in that sound a sturdy theme,
We are to honour lake and stream,
For water wise when on it’s own,
To amplify it’s service tone.

With true decision to reflect,
That light within each soul project,
The water’s true majesty know,
It must be still for sacred show.

It’s heritage is ours to see,
“This Earth deserves our Unity”.

In’La’Kech Water.
A student of yours.
Lightfoot.

[Lightfoot]

Welcome to the chorus sublime,
Please stay or drop by anytime,
With pleasing rhyme I’m sure you’d like,
No need for you to take a hike.

The password is Love as you know,
From up high like a mountain snow,
A gentle gradient for all,
An easy climb and seldom fall.

A fellowship but not the ring,
As soon as earth learn how to sing,
But future paths are not described,
So that my humerus survived.

As full of folly certain dreams,
We like to speak with loving themes.

In’La’Ketch Namaste In service to the law of one.
Lightfoot.

[dd41]

So very Beautiful. Thank you, dear one. I see you. I see me. I see all of it. “The password is love.”
In La’Ketch.

Peace, love and light.

(You inspired this graphic art )

[Lightfoot]

Fabulous artistic work! Very, very beautiful indeed. Looks like she knows the password too…

[dd41]

The Beginning of time, as I remember

You are Me — we are
An Entire Continent of Restlessness
We are
A Seismic Territory of Quivers
flying
A Sphere of All Things Considered
Musing

We are foolishly dodging Pterodactyls
Euphorically Running with Bison
And Once again Trapped in Amber

This is The Dream:
A Sunset
A Breeze
A Shutter
And Sonic Boom

How Could We Forget?

There is a String of Nonsense
That We Hold Dear
A Whir From a Hummingbird
Running Deep in our ears

The Earthquake is Our Cells Dividing
Or are we really just dying?

Tethered to the food chain
We hold hands…
in a fractal moment
A Swift Pain or a kiss?

Keeping the evolution
As best we can

The turning over of events
near and far at hand
Atlantis
Dragons
Feathered Serpents
Burning buildings

Me? I don’t belong here, in this great spin,
however, You make me promise
To stay and to say… and forever say

I love you

Quietly,

I stand by
At cosmic airport

[Lightfoot]

@dd41

My mind often pokes fun of itself for trying to be pious, rule abiding, and programmatic.

Religious I do not think so,
Yet sincere truly I can vouch,
From far away your light does show,
Like temple on that mountain crouch.

Prayer for the love within us all,
As we awaken from from the pain,
You are among those who stand tall,
And fear not the torrential rain.

You have been here before this day,
We are among our friends disguised,
Come celebrate, come out to play,
There is no call to act surprised.

A blessing for your deepest song,
You may keep it in Everlong.

In’La’Ketch. So tell me, what is your favourite vegetable?
I would sing it for thee.

Lightfoot.

[dd41]

Thank you Lightfoot. So pleasing to read your poetry. So fun and deep too! It flows out of you with lovely ease- your channel tool, no doubt.

My favorite vegetable is the nopal cactus. Cactus eater.
What kind of person likes to eat prickly things??? A personal quirk.

And you? Do you eat poetic foods like feathery fennel? Lacy layered artichoke? Bright carrots and peas in a pod? The garden where I live reminds me of the divine everyday. Surprises of beauty and beasts. How can we not know the source of light with so much growth and life rising from the elements? I am a primitive woman and insist that magic is here.

Sending you and all the promise of magic conspiring to heal you! Be still. Breathe. Just know.

Love and light.

[Lightfoot]

I had to look that one up, and oh to my surprise I know it as the prickly pear! Growing up in a semi arid region of Australia, it was quite common to see it. My dear mother had several times made a jam from it, so I have enjoyed it upon my pallette in times gone by. I will come soon and sing.

My favourite is Celery. “Thanks a bunch, Celery!!” “Stand tall and strong like celery”, “Eat celery and celebrate!”, 11
“Why did the celery try to cross the road? To try and see it’s inner side! (Splat!)”

The solar realm rhythms flow more easily, when I consistently eat vegetables, and give thanks. It is mysterious, but I do not pursue why at this time. For a long time, I thought Lightfoot was a story book character, in a book I would like to write. But now, he thinks I am a story book character in his past! Quite the riddle. Perhaps we teach each other, and learn from each other as well. That is what Ra would do, right? No teaching, without learning, if I interpret it correctly.

[dd41]

The Case for Celery!
All my life, I have been drawn to plant familiarity and researching celery was so fascinating—from adorning King Tut’s tomb to the ancient Greeks uses, there is a lot there. Wow! One cannot help but respect this lovely plant more. Shall I grow in my garden?

You mention giving thanks. In many of the indigenous cultures of the Americas, all flora are called the Plant People. They too are sentient beings. One does not take from the wild without giving an offering (tobacco, a prayer, support for further growth). We thank the Plant People for sacrificing their lives for our well being. If growing plants in your own garden, all your nurturing is actually following the natural laws of reciprocity. The offer is the nurturing. Such a beautiful way.

Since my meeting with the Light Ones, I can no longer consume animal flesh, or byproducts. Meat eating makes me ill. I am vegan, an herbalist and healthy. Many of my family members have changed their diets in response to the poor treatment of animals and to benefit body and planet.

Giving thanks everyday is our way to love, respect and honor that which nourishes us.

Thank you for leading me to new knowledge! Have a beautiful day.

Image: ancient coins
Selinunte didrachm coin bearing a selinon (celery) leaf, c. 515–470 BCE

[Lightfoot]

I am a little prickly pear,
I serve in ways that you cannot,
I have no fears on what to wear,
And won’t complain when weather hot.

I have no selfish side inside,
I serve The Golden One each day,
I give of body far and wide,
And thank the earth in which I stay.

We have our planetary song,
For Mother Earth she so sublime,
And lets us chatter all night long,
On ways to mend the broken rhyme.

On mystery so much to say,
Wilt sister sit with us and pray?

No pear compare to old Nopal.

Thank you Nopal, thank you, thank you.

[Lightfoot]

I have a self that wants to learn,
Standard procedure of his soul,
Afore the haste of glib and stern,
Would wreck good salad in the bowl.

Please press him now to really stride,
For stronger, deeper solar glow,
As when the sun rises inside,
We will provide the story flow.

You may eat vegetables each day,
You may prepare with what you know,
You may connect with focused pray,
Please serve the love O indigo.

We celebrate the healing done,
To scattered traces of the One.

With true humility,
A student, and his teacher, growing harmony for fourth density. Energy.

[Lightfoot]

“She looks like one of ours” they sway:

I wish to thank you many times,
For all the flowers that you serve,
For peaceful thoughts have golden rhymes,
And resonate with highest verve.

They sing your praises as you pass,
Pick me O please pick me my dear,
A hidden rapture green as grass,
They treasure you as you come near.

“She looks like one of ours” they sway,
Your service brings each great delight,
With love for you, their solar ray,
Shines ever brighter with more light.

A celebration each leaf knows,
Thank you for watering our toes.

Thank you dd41, always a pleasure.

[dd41]

Lightfoot! Your collection of poetry must be miles long! How easy this comes to you. So pleasing to read. Im surprised each time.

Words! Words are not just words. As a student of frequencies and vibration, I have learned that our vessels strum out sounds and meaning in the physical realm, and within the cosmovision. Numbers are tones that already exist as our tools. We mix and match them. Words are thought forms that jiggle. We are jittery and noisy.

We have the desire to communicate and reach, “to fix the broken rhyme” and gather the fragments of The One. So right. Love those messages in your poems. Everything reaches for us, and hopefully we are open and complete the connection. words can help.

And yes, the garden knows my wiggly thoughts, my pebbly steps and my reeds of crazy hair. Birds too. I’m just another shrub of sorts.

Remembering….when the light ones connected with me in a big way, I felt all their thoughts, in great volume, enter me like a harp rippling in my heart zone then my crown, Instant knowledge. Unbelievable. Like a library-planet shoved in a much smaller space. I convulsed! They return to me still in lightning flashes, in pictures and audible thoughts. I receive higher words that I never ignore. Doing my best to put them things to good use.

I leave you with an image of the glyph for elevated speech found in the Mayan codices—a swirl of breath that is blossoming on top and growing like a flower.

Have a beautiful day ahead, moving forward in the love and the light of the Infinite Creator. Thank you