Month: December 2022

Memory

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Memory

Memory reaches far and buries deep,

carries us to Yesterdays,

lifts us up and brings us down,

enriches us in many ways,

reawakens wisdoms found

like buried treasure

some of which we keep.

Memory holds the V.I.P.s *

and V.I.I.s and V.T.I.s **

beyond all mental measure

that gathers through our lives.

Even in Timeline Replays

paradoxically the Same and Different,

we Recall, Invoke, Create

through Fractalizing Energies

moving, growing, changing,

kaleidoscoping complex Patterns

forming and reforming,

creating and recreating

as our Soul freely plays.

Even Purposeful Forgetfulness

of our Soul Memories

creates even more Possibilities,

more Realities, more Ways,

more Spaces in those Patterns

multi-layered in All Directions-

Connected, Whole and Holy in Essence,

God’s Spirit in us at play.

(N.B. * personally Very Important People

** Very Important Information and

Very Trivial Information)

December 16, 2022

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria BC

Faith

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Faith

Faith is Hope with starlit wings.

Faith carries Courage above

stormy waters of events,

circumstances, forces

that push us hard and pull us down.

Faith lifts us high in troubled times

from Worldly cares to Heavenly realms

of understandings beautiful and sublime.

Here Higher Powers appear in glory

of awesome Wonders, enlightening,

communicating the power of words

to calm, with comforting assurance,

any fears in hearts and minds.

Here Peace is crowned and Joy is found

a Heavenly Treasure beyond all measure.

Here is where Love abounds

as Love unbounded,

not bound to limitations,

fully free in every way.

When Faith rests on things untrue,

on tangled webs of lies, held tight

in dark deceptions, conspiring agendas

linked and bound by chains of silence

holding down what’s truly true

then Faith falls through such ground

of decayed, unsound foundations,

Faith’s Trust is broken, illusions shattered,

though Faith may yet still cling to these.

Faith deceived has no Freedom,

disempowers us through Fear,

creates confusions, distorts perceptions,

warps world views, spins false news,

enslaves and carries us away

from Love as God’s True Light

to guide our lives in many ways.

Faith corrupted steals and slanders,

torments, tortures, exiles, kills,

becomes the Opposite to Love

while justifying Deadly Games

of Destruction in God’s Names.

May our Faith be ever free

to grow and change, evolve,

to lift us ever higher

to higher truths and wisdoms,

to help us see ever more clearly

Life, our lives, our planet World

and what is truly true.

December 7, 2022- Shelley Audrey Wilson-

Victoria BC

A Young Species

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We are a young Species.

Like young Children,

we grow in greater Awareness

of other Beings, other Humans

and strange-looking Creatures

sentient or not,

evolving fast or slow,

loving, friendly,

fearful, hostile,

appearing strange in many ways.

Like young Children,

we grow in greater Awareness

of where we live,

of Other Rooms and Spaces

Beyond the first we knew.

Some of us reach out

to touch the heavens,

eager to explore and know

The Wonders waiting Beyond

Closed Doors and Curtained Windows,

Beyond what we now see.

Some of us go deep within us

to know where our life began,

to know again The Womb of Heaven,

know again The Oneness

and The Wonder of It All.

Like young Children,

we grow in greater Awareness,

we Make Believe and Make It So

creating and co-creating

a myriad Dreams as Realities

Playing Out as we grow.

Beings of Older Ages, Other Places, watch

and sometimes even guide us

as we Play, Evolve and Grow.

December 4, 2022- Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Treasured Dream

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When I was a Little Child,

gentle, meek and mild

as a fresh Spring breeze

passing through Trees,

I often awoke in my little bed

with what, to me, seemed then

a Forest of Dreams in my head.

In these, there was no room

for Tales of Fear and Doom,

for Nightmares of night and day

so many Children live even today

traumatized and brutalized,

devalued in every way.

One Dream stands out from the rest,

the Treasured Dream I love the best.

I was standing by a great Tree

grown beyond what I could see.

At its Roots I began digging deep

to find Hidden Gems of vivid colour,

all different from each other,

rough or smooth, all precious to me.

Filled with awe and wonder

of this glorious Mystery,

I found myself pondering

‘What is this mighty Tree?

What is this Treasure I have found?

What does it mean to me?’

Within my Dream I heard a sound

like the voice of a Little Child,

gentle, meek and mild

as a fresh Spring breeze

passing through Trees

to enlighten my little me-

“This is the Tree of Life.”

That Treasure is hidden everywhere,

even deep within little me.

(December 2, 2022- Shelley A. Wilson- Victoria, BC)