Earth

Memory Gold

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After the World War Two Madness,

I was born in a gold-mining town

set in Canadian wilderness

with many lakes and rivers around.

I played in a garden of flowers

early mornings of light like gold,

sapphire skies and a brilliant blue

still rich in Memories I clearly hold.

In short Summers, I played in the heat.

In long Winters, I played in the cold,

a wealth of snow beneath my feet-

a wealth of diamond snowflakes unsold.

Autumns gave me treasures of leaves

that lay like coloured gems on the ground.

Springs brought me abundant pleasures-

birthdays, Earth’s rebirths, baby bird sounds…

Years passed fast and I’ve grown old

watching the Sunlight I’ve known

slowly become ‘harsh’ and strangely ‘cold’.

Mad men began War with Life and Nature,

using Nature to destroy Life here,

now falling into World War Three Madness

for greed, for glory, arrogance, fear,

profiting nothing- No Love in That End.

I watch the Great War of Storms unfold,

still holding tight to my Memory Gold.

April 4, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Alien Garden

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This is a composite of some of my photos. This poem may not fit into your present world view but you may wish to read it anyways if curious. You’ll see that the photos of my Word documents show that the program doesn’t know yet how to cope with poetry and poetic licence like all our sightings of UFOs and ETs. Lol! 😂🤣💕✨

Glimpses of Past Times and Places

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glimpses of past times and places- thanks for this James Webb

Glimpses of Past Times and Places

With ever an attitude of gratitude,

I closed my eyes, put ego to rest

and felt my way through Time-Mists…

I passed by Local, International News-

those Future World History Lessons-

here and there slanted like towers

built toward egos with myopic views,

some News recorded, distorted, confused,

Events staged, enacted, reported, like Plays,

Histories forgotten, deleted, erased…

I moved through the Mists feeling

my way, seeing through Ancient Eyes…

I moved past the births of Western Cultures,

past the beginnings of Rome,

past the beginnings of Greece…

I flew past the Middle East,

past Moses, the Pillars of Light Spaceships,

past Abraham, the War, the Promised Land…

past the beginnings of Egypt-

past first Egyptians after the Flood

and the Great Pyramids designed and built

by a Technological Atlantean Race,

designs even elsewhere in Space…

When Egypt was born, India was Old.

I saw many a slow rise and fall

of India’s changing Civilizations…

I saw Ancient Star Wars, Wars

In the Heavens, the Reptilian Nagas-

those Colonists too, not from here…

I saw the Off-World Race with skins of Blue

like Krishna, a man of flesh and blood,

a King and Spiritual Teacher

Awake, Adept, Enlightened…

I saw a World of Space-crafts-

some called Vimanas in India,

some called Dragons in the Orient,

other names of flying ships in the Americas-

a World explored, inhabited, evolving

in Climate Change even then…

I saw a World of Giants-

Giant Animals and Giant Humans,

Animals now displayed, Humans hidden away.

I stood with the ‘Sons of God’

and the Female ‘Goddesses’ too-

Awakened, Remembering Spirit…

From there, I saw Mars at War

and before, Sirius and the Pleiades

and much more- Life exploring Star Systems –

Worlds of Strange Beauty too…

When I returned to This Here and Now,

I opened my eyes, humbled in gratitude…

Ah, but skeptic ego jumped up and said,

‘Was it all just a Dream?’

Then I remembered a wise old song

often repeated, recently heard-

‘Row, row, row your boat

gently down the Stream…

merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily-

Life is but a Dream.’

March 1, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Earth and Mars

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Earth and Mars

Will we ever be done

with Beliefs and Leaders

of Politics and Theologies

that glorify War?

Will we ever grow past

our Loyalties to Dogmas,

to Zealots, to Radicals

that glorify War?

In the Language I write,

one word holds a Secret.

‘Wars’. Turn the ‘W’ of ‘Wars’

upside down to reveal

a truth long hidden.

‘Mars’. This name given

is Soul-Recognition,

a Soul-Memory in Myth,

a Story to Remember

Mars. Sometimes Old Stories

hide important truths.

Mars, the Olympic god

of War was not just one

human-looking god-man

adept at waging War.

Myths sometimes hold

hidden treasures, Secrets

that rewrite Histories

when found and understood.

Mars, the barren planet today,

is a very Ancient Relic

of great powers of destruction,

powers of ancient Species

attacking and defending,

a Relic and Evidence

of planet-killing Weapons.

Those ancient Weapons

with deadly powers to fear

were similar and greater than

those we now have here.

Like Earth, Mars was once

abundant with Water,

lush with Vegetation,

had many Species evolving-

some traveling with machines

through neighbouring Space.

My Martian Memories are Misty.

Were we the ‘Blue Gods’

or the ‘Nagas’ of Hindus?

Were we the ‘Elohim’

or the ‘Nephilim’?

Were we the ‘Star People’,

or the ‘Coyotls’, or the ‘Dragons’,

or the ‘Angels From Above’

appearing and disappearing?

Were these Us or Others,

Other Interstellar Species-

some benign, some hostile?

I’ve been these, too, before

and may become again

appearing in different forms

in and out of Spacetime,

exploring, experiencing Life,

Spirit ever moving

to and from Prime Source.

We Humans are as Children.

Our ‘Parents’ have Secrets and

believe it or not,

they don’t know Everything.

We must grow beyond our Fears.

Through Love, we go beyond our Fear.

Love is always the Answer here

on Earth, on Mars, Everywhere.

Will we ever be done

with False Needs and Horrendous Deeds?

February 14, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC