Where Were Your Angels

(Gender Justice Rebirthed-  my digital music composition)

 

Where were your Angels

when predator pedophiles stalked your days,

your childhood a blur of fear and pain,

and ‘the secret’ withheld from those you blame

for not seeing or hearing your silent screams.

Where were your Angels

when cultural initiations of drugs and booze

made your youth a shadowed haze

of confusion, guilt, and ravaged dreams,

powers and potentials raped for others’ gain.

Where were your Angels

when you sold yourself with clever seductions

to buy a life of pleasures and pleasing

toys to quiet the ghostly screaming

when paralyzed memories returned again.

Do Angels protect, empower, and offer cures?

Were your Angels indifferent or just voyeurs?

Perhaps the Old-Man-God-of-the-Sky

and his Angels are just ancient Myth, or lie,

to help us feel ‘safe’ until we die.

Do we create these Beings we adore

to embrace the Human Race with magic lore,

pleading prayers and petitions to implore

an ever judging and condemning God of War

and Predators we just can’t ignore.

Though Angels are real as you and I,

we need to ask the ‘Where’ and ‘Why’.

What is the Soul’s Plan for the helpless child

not knowing how to ask for aid

of Angels or Humans, confused and afraid?

Sex as a weapon knows nothing of Love!

(Life here wasn’t meant for a ‘horror show’.)

Even those who pay with bribes and charms

shame and degrade, pervert and harm.

Children…tuned out, turned on, turned off ‘alarms’…

When will the silence of lambs be broken?

Whenever the little word ‘help’ is spoken

to Angels and Humans willing to heed

generations of wounded in desperate need

of healing their hidden terrors, freed.

True Science and Reason hold stronger sway,

and Conscience awakens to a Transparent Day.

Help us see beyond Creation Myths we’re fed,

‘Humanity’s Childhood’ tales and stories to dread,

as when innocents fear being ‘tucked’ into bed.

Be here now

to help each precious child,

all born of Spirit, holy, Souls undefiled.

Gifts of gender and sex, not sin, just fact

of Life’s continuing creative act

that Humans and other Life-forms enact.

Be here now to help each precious child,

all born of Spirit, holy, Souls undefiled.

Children are too young to mate.

Those who choose to violate

their bodies, minds, and hearts, to sate

their insatiable lust, truly harm us all.

How many unquestioned childhood tears

become untrusting lives of untouchable fears,

of slavish compliance, of destructive rage

that births the tragedies of our Age.

of slavish compliance, of destructive rage

that births the tragedies of our Age.

Earth’s Book…another blood-stained Page…

Though evils ‘toxify’ the unforgiven Past,

we can choose ‘A New Story’ of Hope at long last.

Angels of Heaven and Angels of Earth

remind us, Beloved, of our Soul’s divine worth

in every here and now moment from our birth.

 

 

August, 2005 and February, 2008

 

Past and Future

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Past and Future

(Imagine-  my digital music composition)

 

Once we lived on…

Long before Mars became a cosmic relic

of terror and ancient wars,

we lived and loved upon its soil.

Too long ago to remember…

except our pale blue skin…and

we explored the heavens then…

Earth’s half-hidden history, an aeons old

blue and white mystery…

Pale blue Kristna, royal ‘blue bloods’,

ancient gods in flying ‘vimana’,

pyramids, monoliths, sacred circles,

‘chariots’ and ‘wheels’ of ‘fire’,

guiding white ‘clouds’ by day,

‘pillars’ of light by night…

call these ‘fact’ or ‘fiction’…

Jet streams, space vehicles, satellites,

computers and instant global messaging

From deadly electromagnetic arks

to hidden microphone speakers,

“there’s nothing new under the Sun.”

Holograph angels and angels of flesh

visit Earth with patient agendas

birthing old world religions, and new world

sciences and ‘miraculous’ technologies…

Now everyone can have a ‘burning bush’,

and watch the Universe unfold,

Microcosm and Macrocosm…

We’re all Life’s spirit and evolving flesh.

Exploring and co-creating this planet,

we may yet live on others.

Perhaps even our once loved planet, Mars.

January 26, 2008

 

Ancient Eyes

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Ancient Eyes

We walk the Earth

again to see

life threatened here

on land and sea.

Through ancient eyes

so much is clear

with higher truths

to conquer fear.

All lands are holy

wherever we go.

All rivers are sacred

wherever they flow.

All people are

divine descent,

souls evolving,

Creator sent.

Respect for Life

meets global needs,

not harming beliefs

and killing creeds.

We, the ancients

of Earth’s long past

see Life as one,

minds free at last.

No fear of death

in power play

dictates our course

or blocks our way.

We know the truth,

now understood,

being far more

than flesh and blood.

We see the lies

of hate and greed,

seeds of thoughts,

then words and deeds.

That harvest now

grows everywhere,

warning those

who love and care.

God needs no death

nor offering,

no sacrifice,

no war to bring.

God calls to live

a better way,

World Citizens,

a Peace-crowned Day.

Through ancient eyes

the choice is clear,

live free or die

enslaved by fear.

Question nothing

or question all.

Be the door

or be the wall.

Who decides our

collective fate?

A world of love.

A world of hate.

Racist God or

Spirit of Love.

What do you seek,

here and above?

What direction

shall we all go?

(Trade partners now

were once the foe.)

Abundance shared, or,

greed’s genocide,

resource wars, and

global suicide?

Has your ‘sweet home’

become a ‘fort’?

No leader leads

without support.

What mirrors do

they hold for you,

when Earth’s great wealth

is held by few?

What profits you,

this ‘status quo’,

when death strips all

and you must go?

Is heaven just

some rich resort

or do you see

it as a court?

What would you do

for your reward,

a ticket to heaven,

a world destroyed?

God recycles.

You’ll come again.

All we’ve created

is all we’ll gain.

How shall we live?

Will ‘home sweet home’

be fort or slum

or streets to roam?

on holy ground.

See through your soul’s

human disguise.

See all life now

with ancient eyes.

Open your eyes

Open your eyes

to all around.

You are standing

to truly see

the glory of

Life’s unity!

(Shelley Wilson)

November 26, 2007

Your Return

(You-  my digital music composition)
Your Return
 
I feel your presence
before you’re here
as love lights up
the eager air.
 
The colours of
my heart glow bright.
The wings of mind
lift high in flight.
 
I waited long
for your return.
In dreams we dine
as candles burn.
 
In dreams we greet
each precious day
together again,
not far away.
 
I soar to meet
you and embrace
the mysteries
of time and space.
 
Yesterday’s gone.
Tomorrow’s here.
You travelled far
beyond your fear.
 
We reach to touch
what we once knew.
I’ve changed so much
and you have too.
 
Are memories
strong enough to bind
us to the love
we yearn to find?
 
Then clouds depart.
Doubts disappear.
Love shines through us
as we draw near.
 
The colours of
our hearts glow bright.
The wings of mind
lift high in flight.
 
November 2007
 

Hagar’s Silence

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(Free Yourself-  my digital music composition)
 Hagar’s Silence
I watch in silence as violent winds stir
grains of desert sand to clash
and bury each other in mindless waste.
Here, I am, Hagar,
a noble daughter of the sacred Nile,
a pharaoh’s political gift
to a wealthy nomad chieftain,
a harem gift to serve him
and his clever sister-wife.
The sun god swiftly rises
and breathes hot upon
our smothering, restless tents.
I awaken, thirsty for freedom,
and rush to serve another’s needs.
Combing her hair in silence,
I begin to wonder
how it all came to be,
humanity’s enslavement
to the gods and goddesses,
the endless blood sacrifices
of man and beast
before, after, and between their wars…
Suddenly aware as I humble myself
to glorify this woman and her hair,
that I, too, in lifetimes past
glorified war and death by violence,
justified blood-lust
of mad men and angry gods,
angry men, and gods gone mad
with conquest and revenge.
How did it come to be
that the all-powerful
Creator of all
was so powerless
as to need a nomad tribe
to fight as ally in a minor war…
The reward of promised land,
great wealth, divine favour,
and countless children
to be born, like desert sands…
Fierce warriors, these nomads are,
the war prize covenant
a deed begetting countless deeds
that serve the warrior god of theirs
in continual sacrifice…
His angels come.
The chieftain calls his sister-wife
and I must serve these men
with need of food and drink,
these honoured guests of flesh and blood.
The Order of Melchizedek
brings more secret messages
from their grateful god.
Then I watch them throw the bones,
divining a future to manipulate
and shape to their own ends…
They throw the bones for others
but I can also see
what lies ahead for me,
false promises, and deceiving lies
to me and mine, used and abused,
cast out to die,
then when life itself seems lost,
they come again—
these angels of an ancient Order.
It is not the mercy of their god
for me and mine,
but the keeping of a covenant
and the power of their beliefs—
separation and superiority codified,
the Creator’s supposed favouritism
clearly defined.
I see their god selects only the chosen few
through race, rituals of worship,
commitment to obedience…
only the chosen few
as worthy of divine favour,
the promised land of heaven and earth,
great wealth, and world domination—
kings and priests forever.
This is their promised inheritance,
this divided family about to feud.
I wonder, how long could this last,
a feud over inheritance such as this?
I shudder in the blazing heat,
seeing the role I’m forced to play.
I must keep my silence and just pray
that we’ll all find our way
to live a more enlightened day.
 
(We are all one. Forgive the Past. Remember your Spirit in the Present. This awareness is your Gift to the Future. Life’s creation evolves through Rebirth. Rebirth is the gate to all experience. We are all co-creating with Life Itself. What are we creating, individually and collectively? We can all free ourselves from lesser truths and limiting beliefs, if we so choose. We all impact each other by our choices. We are all one.)