The Celestial Watching Me

I looked down at a teardrop on my hand,

Then I look up to see a Celestial One

Watching me. As I watched him watching me,

I sighed. He didn’t trouble me. I didn’t try to

Hide the teardrops as they bathed my face;

I didn’t try to cover them up; I didn’t try to erase

The grief; I didn’t try to deny the pain;

I reached out to touch the rejection I felt.

Remaining calm in the stillness,

He consoled me with the hardship dealt me.

Watching him watching me, he reached out.

He touched my eyes. He touched my grief.

Suddenly, before me, my life as a bird in

The air flying freely in its being, in its element,

In space. Across space, free, singing

Perfectly in its space. I could see it then -

He showed me I’m that bird.

I’m running in space with another Traveler.

Then, I met my friends who lived in town …

~Mary H Moore© (1998-1999)

 Chained

I was chained in the Garden

And led out by the Master

On all fours as was Nebuchadnezzar

In his 7-10-year Wisdom experience.

The ball and chain around my neck,

Were in the gentle hands of the Master.

He led me out of that Garden to live

The Wisdom Path, the Way of Wisdom.

Mary Moore©

(9-16-2002)

This vision was sometime in 1996-1997; which concluded that this ties in well with Paul’s statement of being an ambassador in Chains. For example, Nebuchadnezzar was also that (esoterically) as Christ was preparing him while feeding him (eating grass or learning wisdom) in the desert.

BB King - the Blues Doctor

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This remarkable man and his songs were my breakthroughs over the years, when the weight of the world of ungrateful people plagued my shoulders (my life). This song penetrated deeply enough into my heart that I realized the weight belonged to others - the ungrateful; it was not mine to carry. Buckets of tears are mired in this song.

The storm and I

                                                        I stood in the Storm 

I stood in the storm as it hurried by,

Wondering why, O why it passed me by.

I stood in place, but I ran after it.

Catching up with it, I asked it why,

Why, O why did it pass me by?

"I've devastated you again and again.

“But I'll visit you again before your end,”

As it whirled past me around the bend.

   

I hoped the onlookers would comprehend. 

I stood on my ground and began to pray

For those who didn’t know, a storm was on its way.

I prayed for those who slept during the day.

Many didn’t know a storm was coming their way.

I stood in my place, in shoes full of Grace.

I stood there praying for the tears on their face.

With sheer bewilderment that often can efface

 

And disturbs those unprepared for a strenuous race.

It is impossible to outrun a tumultuous storm,

Even if you can see the very beginning of its form.

If it's for you to suffer it, then suffer it, you must.

Some have a dread: "Something bad is going to happen.”

For the wise, premonitions are considered a buffer.

The wise don't get caught in unprofitable storms

Without the full armor that it takes to victoriously suffer

 

Whatever it takes to move from one place to another,

To come out into a new sun that heals, not harms.

I stood in the storm as it hurried by,

Wondering why, O why it passed me by.

I stood in place, but I ran after it.

Catching up with it, I asked it why,

Why, O why did it pass me by.

~Mary Moore, 2014

Lightning

 I love to watch Lightning. Twenty-eight years ago, I got up close and personal with lightning or it with me. The only water I had in those years was rainwater. I prayed for rain and had to act when it came. One time I was hastily carrying buckets of water from the containers at the well to my front porch containers. That was like a whirlwind or something with the winds so high. I made a choice. I desperately needed water for drinking and house toilets. On one trek to the porch from the well, I SAW white lightning with streaks of color in it as it hit the ground almost on my foot. It sounded like thunder to me - being a lightning bolt it was. I shook as I walked because the ground shook but I never stopped.

That lightning was so beautiful and crisp in sound that I felt happy being so close to the landing. It stormed all night. When I got my water bins filled, I thanked God as I took two buckets into the house for the night. That beautiful lightning hit the ground so hard I could have been overcome with fright or fallen down and become useless. Even to this day when I think about those terrible and lonely times, I marvel at what I saw. It wasn't my time or I wouldn't have been able to gather my most needed water that night. It wasn't my time at all. You contributed to bringing up memories that make me give thanks to God today for things I know and for that hallowed protection. I will share this.

It Must be Karma

"Before God can select you, the world must reject you. You can do it willingly, or God will help you accept the process of Election." ~ Roy E Stewart, Pastor, Green Meadow Missionary Baptist Church, 1980

5 “If you have run with the footmen, and they have wearied you, Then how can you contend with horses? And if in the land of peace, In which you trusted, they wearied you, Then how will you do in the floodplain [ swelling, KJV] of the Jordan? 6 For even your brothers, the house of your father, Even they have dealt treacherously with you; Yes, they have called a multitude after you. Do not believe them, Even though they speak smooth words to you” (Jeremiah 12:5-6).

Death is Coming

God sent us warnings in dreams and visions

But we ignored them for pipe dreams.

It came to us in the still small voice of the silence,

But we didn’t hear it, we were too busy with nothing.

They called us on the phone of the Spirit. 

Lazy-mindedness neglected to pick it up.

So, we missed it.

She haunted us through the voices of our Ancestors –

Voices we didn’t even know, so we didn’t believe them….

The seed planted was about to bear fruit. Chop it down.

Chop it down. Chop it down and kill the root.

That which it will bear is the evilest fruit. 

The fruit it is bearing now is dressed in the vilest suit.

The children will eat it and cry out for its addictiveness.

They’ll grow up learning to live and die for the love of it.

The adults will lust after it as they do their bodies. 

The onlookers will be envious, or they’ll flee from it.

There’s a foreboding, smothering fearfulness being near it. 

FARING WELL, FARING EASY

 

When I really think about “life is short and full of trouble,”

I will always dwell on all the good things available.

Gifts from the Universe, shared from its vastness.

I will not care about what does not care about me.

All existence is divine energy. All life is energy.

The wise, then, will seek the most profitable

Labor on which to expend their energy, their

Life Force while life so easily glides along

By the will of its own counsel,

The counsel of its own will.

~Mary H. Moore©

(Job 14:1 ERV)