each other's angels
walking home
beyond senses
the power of stone
intergalactic beings
spirit of light
may we see beyond
the illusion on time
rainbow in body
mind & soul
may we remember
we are whole
potions & science
one & the same
together we walk
in love's name
🪶
we are . in profound emotional reset after the shock of waking up from matrix constricted streams ~ a gift from spirit for us to anchor wildly the roots of our remembering , the clear seeing of who we are & the weavings of golden dreaming . unraveling & letting go all the cords that hold our power outside ourselves . validation systems ideas labels forms words words words . so far from what’s real . the sacred air we breath the wind the fire the waters the earth . the dancing of the leaves & rolling in the dirt . we take on & wear on fractal ideas that others hold of us , let those break us inside . shadow projections of unowned distortions . no more . pachamama is holding our hearts in such clarity & Truth . honouring passionately our walk , our strength , our mission . releasing self doubt , the crumbs of the lower self veils , the guilt .
About the Creator
Raquel Teixeira
My mission is to spread LOVE! Dancing my dance of freedom in this beautiful flow of the energy we are. One with the Universe, co-creating a New Earth: Fairyland, Atlantis, Heaven, The Great Awakening; however we want to dream it. So it is!
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rebirthing
a cosmic moment in time, a spark ignited inside. life became a wild ride. like a blossoming of a pearly seed that we came to realise was our destiny lead. a wave of immeasurable magic hit the heart holy fantastic. so intense it is hard to get the head around what’s crackalackin happening. felt like waking from a sleep state into a glowing fate. i remember telling my cluster it was as if there where two of me. i know now i was glimpsing that untouched timeless space of infinity dreaming, remembering our divinity beaming. our light. our spirit. our eternal self. the ego stretching with the in & out movements of an awakened soul, but soon it is clear that it cannot reach outside itself. it is attached to concepts ideas labels forms norms storms. it keeps trying to wrap it all around some thing, but what’s boundless cannot be contained. illusions started peeling away like snow flakes, skin snakes, deep aches. digging out the stillness of lakes. we begin to see we are what we see. that the perception of inside & outside as separate is a limitation of our senses & 5% functioning brain. we realise we are eternal dreamtime. beyond mind. why then for christ sake are we collectively dreaming such atrocities? !!! we begin to ask. & that’s an invitation station for that oh so avoided journey inside to the depth of our being where we are asked to face our shadows, our unconscious arrows. the void. we meet the weights of the world. the pains the veins the strains the chains. we pray for rains. blown away by the stories we are carrying, distortions we do not even know are there. afraid to stare. if we all could stop for a moment. step outside the madness of samsara & sit in silence with our breath. take a listen to our thoughts instead. notice how they are going mad. & take a stand. we would witness miracles. reclaim our power as creation oracles. we would remember who we are. sacred dreamers of peace harmony & the great mystery. rainbow warriors breaking down matrix barriers. guardian keepers of our mother’s glory. soul families walking each other home. hearts of diamond stone. star dust bone. celestial tone. crowned.
By Raquel Teixeira 3 months ago in Poets
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford5 days ago in Fiction
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