Believe It or Not
Singing Songs of Declaration
Embodying the storylines of all encountering souls
I called to the winds, asking, “What shall I write about? Shall I tell a story? Poetic or merely prose?” As the candle was lit, an alarm above me sounded.
Yet again, I shall walk into the darkness, bringing light to a darkened area.
Lighting a sacred flame — opening my heart’s pathway to inner knowing — passing through the pain and doubt, left unattended as I gathered stones from my daily walks. Pilgrim’s passerby’s — like leaving chemical trails on my soul — infusing their doubted knowing with my own.
Whose thoughts are these? Mine or neighboring souls? Matters not — as I dive into the suffering trails of existing thoughts. Wounds are exposing flesh — raw, vulnerable, questioning everything in site, acknowledging and accepting all voices of despair as my own.
With Tara’s Healing Incense burning — fleeting thoughts embracing a greater knowing of All There Is, welcoming all thoughts as my own.
Healing begins with knowing — existing beliefs and illusory thoughts transpiring aberration into a new normal, as the parables and allegories present — leaving others to challenge or discard these new frequencies — energetic realities short-circuiting the normally scheduled programming.
Time
Over time — infused thought unknown becoming known — I witness a shift in those no longer waiting for the second coming. It is here — the now — assuredly Stepping Into The Canvas — uncertainty and aberration embodied truths unfolding.
I plead with the suffering — make it stop! But the pain continues.
Accepting the pain-bodies message clear — learning the songs of ancient healing true — integrating past, present and future tense messages. Deep, from the valleys of death — throat-singing begins — infused with a bi-tonal sound not yet heard on this physical plain.
From the depths of the underworld’s lost souls — capturing the hearts of angelic songs — our story of generational, collective healing cries is told. Left for interpretation — on the page of another’s heart — I smile in great delight, for this is why I am here.
From I to we — as in third person form* — embodying the storylines of all encountering souls. Singing songs of declaration — Ani Po — Oljita is I, and we are the All — I am healed*.
~Ani Po
Labeling this as fiction, but “it happened to me,” believe it or not embodying message left for interpretation, with a twist of poetic prose. Entering a healing space filled with darkness, leaving me drained and in need of recharge for three days time.
When asked why do I go there, I reply, “because not many are willing to enter the underworlds of reality, and I am honored to go to the depths — bringing light to our darkest areas of thought.
*From I to we, with asterisk in place, depicting self as a greater body of being. Oljita is a name of the person I become, when entering other realms of reality. Oljita and I, fused as one, declaring Ani Po for all to be.
