Another Perspective

How easily we believe what we’re told through gossip, the modern Media and the Scriptural News of old slanted to steer behaviours through trained perspectives, beliefs and World Views. Even our questions are coloured lines, patterned attitudes and contained beliefs- those old ‘boxes’ in which we see Life and from within which we create our collective and individual experiences. When we choose to step out of one such box created in a distant past, we often jump into another. Out of the box, we become a threat to the ‘status quo’ as heretics, unbelievers, doubters, exiles and outcasts.

I am reminded of Hagar, the ancient bondwoman of Sarah, wife of Abraham- a tribal chieftain who entertained the ‘men of God’ with food and drink and who agreed to a pact, a contract to fight in their wars in return for great promises. The identities of these men who ate, drank and threw bones to predict and tell fortunes have been translated now as ‘messengers of God’ and as ‘angels’ and as ‘God’. I am guessing that they were actually part of some ancient religious order with ties to extraterrestrials fighting for control of Earth. Just a guess, of course. I could be wrong.

Hagar is portrayed as a jealous servant who deserved to be cast out of the camp with her child to die in the desert when Sarah had given birth to her own son. He was to be the ‘rightful heir’ to promises of power, riches and many offspring with the help of these ‘angels of God’, ‘messengers’, ‘men of God’. The Scriptures ‘testify’ to this ‘contract’ of promises in return for warriors.

Seen from another perspective, Hagar was an Egyptian ‘bond-gift’ given to serve Sarah, the beautiful woman desired and favoured by the Pharaoh of that time. Hagar was forced to serve Sarah, attend to her needs like combing her hair- a personal attendant much like later ‘ladies of the court’. Hagar was forced to have sex with Sarah’s husband, believing false promises, in order to produce a surrogate child for Sarah by her command. Then, when Sarah, herself, was ‘miraculously’ inseminated, suddenly fertile, giving birth to her own child, both Hagar and her offspring became a threat to Sarah and her son. An excuse to be rid of them was easily created. Such circumstances with intrigues have been repeated in places of power throughout history.

Hagar was made into a symbol of powerless bondage and slavery while Sarah became a symbol of freedom, grace and God’s favour- all to justify and sanctify struggle for power ‘rightly won’.The consequences of these ancient actions have spread ripple effects through time even to this day.

From Sarah’s perspective, she did what was ‘right and just’ for herself and her son. Hagar was in bondage and had no rights, especially the right to glorified power, so Hagar was ‘in the wrong’ to assume power for her son despite false promises made to her by Abraham and Sarah herself. I am guessing that it did not ever occur to Sarah that bondage and slavery itself was ‘wrong’ and spiritually unjustifiable. The primitive culture of her time and of primitive cultures before her had accepted and lived in those ‘boxes of belief’ that bondage and slavery were acceptable, right, just,and the ‘will of their God’ as told by ‘men of God’. She’d believe this without question.

It’s amazing how men and women of intelligence fail to question the ‘status quo’’ even today. It’s also amazing how men and women of intelligence fail to see the ample contradictory evidence of a capricious God of Love and Condemnation, Love and Damnation, of Loving and Hating, of Comforting Grace and Angry Revenge, of Ultimate Power and Complete Powerlessness except through Fear and Need for Sacrifice- both animals and human life. Such versions and visions of the Creator, God, were brought to us by ‘men of God’ in many ancient cultures. How great the needless suffering has been because of this!

We must rise out of our ‘boxes of beliefs’ to a higher perspective, like a higher view seen of the Earth, a higher World View, and come to realize that we are all one, a unity of Life expressing diversity. Then we shall see God everywhere through new eyes, new ‘I’s’, as a more highly evolved Humanity. The assumption here is that we don’t destroy ourselves and our precious home planet first.

November 13, 2022

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Writing To My Future Self

Sunlight Through Raindrops:

Writing To My Future Self

I am writing to my Future Self-

another time, another place,

another name, another race,

another shape, another face,

another version of Real Me…

Make Love and Compassion

your Constant Companions

in all your Earthly days

with those you’ve ever known

and even those unknown.

You’ll never truly be alone.

You’ll never feel alone.

When Change Appears as Monster Fears

feeding on Calamity, Catastrophe,

Conflict, Confusion, Disaster,

Danger, Destruction and Loss,

no matter what else you do-

remember the Love inside of you,

the Compassion and Love

all around you too.

That Love will see you through-

and you may come to find,

given time, the Blessings in Disguise.

Give Thanks and show your Gratitude.

That Attitude will help you live

in Inner Peace, Resilient Joy and Care

through anything that comes your way.

You will not feel Despair.

Life here is Constant Change.

Embrace it without Fear

of what may or may not Appear.

Accept what you can’t Change

so you can Let Discordance Go

with Past Regrets, with Ifs and Buts,

so you can Grow in the Flow

of how You Now Choose to Change.

You know the purpose of your Soul-

your own Evolving Self- Mastery Aware.

Despite Appearing Circumstance,

you’ll know you’re in control.

You are Spirit and Life’s Beloved Soul.

Remember your Real Me…

February 24, 2022- Shelley Wilson

When I Go Home

Sunlight Through Raindrops: When I Go Home:

When I go Home, It isn’t here on Earth

though I bless this place of many a birth

in many a time and land.

Home isn’t even among the Stars

like the Sirius System, Pleiades and Mars

or all the other places I once knew.

When I go Home, I’ll not delay to stay

in the myriad versions of ‘heavens and hells’

co-created in layered Astral Realms,

Imaginal Realms, Realms of Nightmares and Dreams

where everything seems to ‘feel real’.

I’ve been to these heavens and hells before,

seen their gods and devils, angels and demons before,

their myriad names of power, their games

of rewards and punishments, games of peace and war

amidst the veils of all created illusions,

mythologies, systems of hierarchies and confusions.

When I go Home, I’ll return to Pure Light and Love,

the Great Oneness, the Grace of God Source,

Unconditional Love, our True Eternal Home

in Ultimate Reality, Fully Merged In God.

Then I Am and That’s All That Is,

the Great Oneness of Pure Being.

I may choose to Stay Formless or Continue On

exploring the True ‘Other Side’, Other Ways

of Being in Spirit and Remembering

‘Being Home’, the Great Oneness, Pure Being.

When I go Home again, ‘Being Heaven’ again,

I may Stay or Continue On

to Be Born in Physical Worlds-

choosing to explore New Adventures

or Re-Living Adventures in different ways.

I Am Life Living-Living Life In Many Ways

In the Ever Present, Ever Here, Ever Now.

In Forms, I often forget who I am-

a device, a method to play roles of Becoming,

Becoming those Creative Visions I choose-

no ‘better’, no ‘less’, than ‘Others’ too,

for We Are Life Living- Living Life In Many Ways.

Sooner or later, We All Return To Source,

To Ultimate Reality, To Pure Light and Pure Love,

To ‘Being Home’ and ‘Being Heaven’ again.

October 4, 2021

Shelley Wilson

Time Travellers

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

I hope this gives you a chuckle too. I plan to give this T-shirt to my son last Christmas. Well, actually, next Christmas in this Timeline but the Christmas before in another. Then there’s the Timeline where I didn’t buy this T-shirt and the Timeline where I don’t have a son and the Timeline where I’m not on Earth and so I didn’t write this and you aren’t reading these words now….