7D Level of Consciousness

7D consciousness: This is a level of NO MATTER

The real pure consciousness, without bond…

If you can see the big picture, all the while, KNOWING that nothing really matters

Everything fits

Everything is in perfect order or, it is being aware that everything already has a perfect solution, especially in PRACTICAL terms.

7D is about being PRACTICAL

Matching energy for energy

This is the center of the vortex… Stay practical

It’s only when we lose sight of our own essence and cave into panic, stress, anxiety, fear or insecurity that we may forget the inevitable existence of that fit, perfect solution.

Returning to it and staying there is a 7D ability.

Le Cirque

The circus came to town today

It seems to want to stay

The bearded lady’s cryin’

We all can see underneath all of her fray

The clowns are attempting mass distraction

Their red ball noses only get bigger

No one’s buying their silly antics

The Wallendas perch on their trapezes

…shhhhh please make sure no one sneezes

As they battle the cross winds and breezes

Barnum and Bailey had never seen such outlandish crowds

They OOOOHHHH

They AAHHH

How loudly they cheer and applaud

The caged elephants gently shedding their tears

The caged lions and tigers nervously pacing about

We all know this aint grandpa’s childhood circus

In those days people ran away to join le cirque

The players in this clown show

We’re all watching on the daily

Would have never worked for Barnum and Bailey

EVA SANTIAGO © 2023

The Rock and The Rose

                       THE ROCK AND THE ROSE

Once upon a time there was a Rock, he was only nine inches around with a very rough surface. One day he decided that he wanted to be the highest Rock in the world; he always determined to do what he wanted so he set out on his adventure. This was no small feat for such a little rock.

It took him numerous years traveling in the rain, snow and heat. Up and down the hills and over the mountains he’d progress daily. Until one day he climbed the highest mountain on the earth. Upon his arrival he placed himself on the pinnacle that overlooked the entire world.He delighted in knowing that he was the only Rock that had ever reached such extreme altitudes. Finally he rested in the evening as he gazed up at all the stars and heavenly bodies that seemed to be at his fingertips. The Rock realized something was missing though…

Not too far from where the Rock was perched, there lived a Rose, planted firmly on a hill overlooking a lush meadow. She stood regally with a glowing red color. Her fragrance was a sense awaking aroma that could be found in no other flower. When it rained the Rose was cleansed with the dawn of the day. The Rose was also nourished by the sun’s rays as they traveled over the majestic mountain peaks; the warmth opened up her petals, saturating the air all around with her intoxicating scent until it reached the Rock. Suddenly he was wide awake!

The Rock was astonished at such a glorious aroma and his curiosity made him set out to discover the source. He was beside himself as he realized he didn’t know too much about anything. He became confused because he wanted to find out more about this amazing scent all the while maintaining his newly found stature. He wondered if he could have both; was it possible to be mighty, all the while being intoxicated by an unknown mind blowing, fragrance? He was determined to find out!

His trip to reach the source of this aroma didn’t take him years as before; the trajectory was all downhill so it was only a matter of days of following the mysterious scent. As he journeyed on he became aware of how lonesome it was to be him; bearing the title of the highest Rock in all the world, he’d find himself bored with no one to talk to… most rocks are hard and alone and he was no exception. He continued on with his search, undaunted…

The closer he came to the heavenly meadow, the stronger the scent became and he grew even more curious. He picked up his pace until he arrived at the place where the aroma seemed to rest. He stopped to take in the breath taking views and saw no one stirring about. He quickly noticed some sparrows circling above and some grey squirrels playing tag near a single red Rose. Suddenly he understood where the powerful fragrance had emanated from; the Rock and the Rose regarded each other with much surprise and mutual curiosity. The Rock broke the silence and boldly approached the Rose, introducing himself,

“I’m the highest Rock in all the world! I detected a new fragrance from my perch over the hill and decided to investigate. After several days of travel the scent lead me to you!” The Rose simply answered,

“Thank you!” She grew annoyed with him the more he tried to fill the silence with his nervous small talk. She was in her own private meadow and the many words from the ugly rock were not at all welcomed. She turned on him and spat out,

“ There is no place for your kind here! Please stop spoiling this tranquil vibe and be on your way…”

This abrupt display made the Rock want to be with the Rose all the more so he blurted out,

“ I just want to protect you and care for you!
The Rose laughed at his silly notion and she retorted,

“ Get back up to your mountain top, where you belong!”

This made the Rock break down and weep, something that he had never experienced in his whole existence. The Rose was caught off guard as she paused to look at the squirrels playing nearby and the swallows circling above; his cry was so genuine and tender that it made her feel a bit sheepish at her previous outburst. She was particularly astonished at seeing how the Rock was breaking open with each tear he shed; as she looked closer,the Rock had split wide open and inside he was filled with numerous precious royal blue gems that gave off a brilliant light.

She suddenly spoke out softly to the Rock,

“ I’m so sorry for my rude manners; you just taught me a valuable lesson; there is more to someone than what’s on the surface. Please stay with me in the meadows and we can enjoy each other’s company…”

The Rock interjected excitedly,

“ But of course, I’d like nothing more! Besides, mountain top living is pretty lonely!” He looked at the squirrels playing nearby and took in the majestic eagles pairing off in the wild blue skies above. So the Rock positioned himself around the Rose and they both adorned the meadow and made a beautiful life for themselves.

Moral: There is always more to the surface of a rock; there’s always more to the mountain top.

David Earl Brincat © 2022

In Loving Memory of:

David Earl Brincat: 7/7/50-7/21/20

OUR YESTERDAYS

Our yesterdays become today’s poetry

What mis-guided steps we took in earlier days

Become the compass to guide or mis-guide us through life’s tempests in later years

Our flood of tears that overwhelmed us as babes

Water and keep fertile our heart’s soil in our golden years

Our early attempts at art:

Our stick figures we clumsily drew and our finger paintings

Become the force behind master strokes

On the masterpiece we paint of our whole life

The notes we failed to carry when we were tone deaf

Become the notes angelic beings carry to and fro

Up and down Jacob’s ladder

Aligning the celestial harmonies

Between our heavenly residence and our earthly abode

The multitude of our unanswered questions

We asked while at our parent’s knees

Become our song’s lyrics

The stuff of our novels , stories and poems

We are greater than the sum of earth’s square footage

We are greater than the power of all rulers, past and present combined

Our greatness emanates from the Divine!

Eva Santiago copyright 2016

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BITTER SWEET

We all drink from a certain cup
Bitter or sweet,
We take our daily libations from life’s fountain
A drink from a bitter cup has to be chased by a sip from the sweet one
or how would we make it?

Some choose bitter some choose sweet
Then there are those of us who figured long ago both are essential,
you can’t have bitter without the sweet
you can’t have sweet without the bitter

A babe craves sweet as it can’t handle bitter
The mature turn bitter from having swallowed the delusions that come with too much sweet
Too much sweet rots you from the inside out
So does too much bitter

Some drink their cups of shattered scraps as if that’s all there is
A wilder mind accepts that bitter and sweet cups are the stuff of life’s elixir
The bitter enhances the sweet and the sweet softens the bitter
You weren’t meant to drown in your bitter gall
Nor were you meant to be pacified by all that is sweet
The bitter tames your soul, makes it pliable
The sweet enhances all that is good in you

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2016

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