
































Dust
My weavings of travel memories
are slowly gathering Time’s dust.
My memories grow distant and begin to fade
into adventure dreams, misty and vague
but for my photos and weavings I made.
Do I toss or wash or ignore the dust?
How can I toss or wash such things?
Shall I blow their dust back into the air,
perhaps even breathe it back into me
or shall I simply let them be?
I’ll do nothing. At least they won’t rust.
September 23, 2024
Shelley A. Wilson


A Note To My Previous Post: Owl Tales
‘Owl’ tell you something else.
Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut was part Nubian.
Despite all attempts to erase her name and memory, much of her constructions, relics and artifacts- like her jewellery, still exist (made by her jewellers, though claimed to be that of following rulers, a common practice of inheritance and even grave-robbing by secret royal orders- or royals claiming greatness by falsely putting their name on more ancient structures like Pharaoh Kufu-Cheops- blatantly false claims to the Pyramids.) Even today, Hatshepsut’s love poems written to and with Solomon (called The Songs of Solomon) still exist, though confusingly interpreted now as ‘Holy Scripture’. Well, ‘everything is the meaning we give it’.
This Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut, chosen by her Father and fully Initiated, ruled Upper and Lower Egypt, Nubia, Ethiopia, a part of the Arabian Peninsula called Saba (Sheba)…and other Tribute Lands, trading extensively throughout the surrounding areas. She travelled to ‘Punt’, the Egyptian name for ‘the Holy Land, with exotic ‘gifts’- a ‘trade mission’- bringing her ‘entourage’ of highly skilled people, including Architects. Punt, ‘the Holy Land’, had also grown wealthy due to King Solomon’s ‘Wisdom’, his ‘Connections’, through several foreign marriages- alignments to foreign ruling families, and his Business Connections with Hiram of Tyre who owned a fleet of ships profitably transporting cargo between countries.
King Solomon was not as wealthy or powerful as Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut but was considered by her and her advisors as a suitable partner for a royal marriage, offspring and trade connections. All of this infuriated his powerful priests, his court and many others, as with the powerful families and priests- those power structures- of her lands. Yes, all of this became ‘translated’ into the supposed Anger of God in ‘the Holy Land’ and the Anger of the ‘Gods’ in Egypt. It became a mystery for scholars to ponder for centuries, for others to create myths or tamper with evidence and dates, and for tourist guides to repeat like gossip for a pay-check.
There’s ‘nothing new under the sun’ where Competing Powers are concerned, though most of us ‘don’t give a hoot’ unless we’re personally impacted. Many were, many still are…
Truly, we are a very young Species.
November 5, 2021
Shelley Wilson


Poetry In A New Paradigm: Time Travellers
A Stream of Consciousness Poem
We all come from Prime Source, God Source,
Divine Light, Divine Love, Divine Bliss,
through states of ‘Being’, sublime states,
states ‘etheric’ and ‘subtly dense’-
through many Sequential/Simultaneous
Moving Moments of Multi-Directional,
Multi-Dimensional ‘Tunnels of Time’…
We travel to Worlds such as this,
this Planet of dense physicality,
this ‘Living Museum and Library’,
this bio-diverse and resource-rich ‘Earth’,
this small gem in a vast Multi-Verse…
Each Soul Journey has an ‘Agenda’
though we pass through Ethereal Veils
of confusing Forgetfulness here,
here where we ‘gather Experiences’…
Though some ‘Return to Remembrance’
of their True Nature and Timeless State
before their ‘Death’, many others wait
their own passing through ‘Life’s Sacred Gate’…
We live in a Realm of Duality
with many a Created Reality-
Collective and Individual Realities…
We move our Heart, our Mind, our Body
through ‘Life’s Process of Constant Change’
gathering Experiences as we go-
Experiences wondrous and strange,
Experiences we already know,
Processing as we go…
We gather Life’s Information,
Experiment to See What Works
for Collective and Personal Agendas
of Life’s Creative, Ingenious Growth…
We come to eventually Value
the Transformative ‘Gold’ of ‘Wisdom’,
the ‘Silver’ of ‘Progressive Understanding’,
and the ‘Copper’ of Cumulative ‘Common Sense’-
that ‘Inner Metal’ of Instinct and Intuition
when ‘In Danger’ comes to our Defence,
when ‘In Practical Use’ simply ‘Makes Sense’…
We live Lives short and long
exploring Spectrums of Thoughts and Actions,
exploring Spectrums of Awareness
ranging between Weak and Strong…
Sooner or later, we Return to our Source-
Prime Source, God Source, our ‘Heaven’,
our True Nature and True Home-
dropping our Veils of Forgetfulness,
Remembering our Ways Back Home-
Back to All Our Beginnings
where Nothing Is Separate, Alone, Apart…
Then God Asks A Simple Question.
Do We Wish To Stay or Continue On-
‘Stay Home’ or ‘Get A Fresh Start
On To New Adventures’
in a vast Multi-Verse to roam…
We’re All Essentially Time-Travellers
Going To and From Our Home…
September 3, 2021
Shelley Wilson

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