His heart gave way to the stress of “their” war—killing a young man with more love than patriotism will ever reward. And her life was crippled by the basket of legal drugs the white coats insisted would heal her. But their love continues as beautiful energy.
Last year at this time they both came to me. On a blanket in a garden under the warmth of Peruvian sun, a yellow rose of Texas smelled just like their love. I heard him say, “your love dear is the love you need to feel.” While she whispered “honey, we are all still right here.”
Hey you, unawakened man, sit down.
Sit down and shut your mouth.
I maintain all your life needs.
Yet you continue to mistreat me.
I transcribed this for my grandfather, Bud Love, who came to me while meditating when I was visiting the Sacred Valley in Pisac, Peru. In the dream he was speaking to me through a yellow rose that smelled just like my Nanny, Bonnie Love. It is my intention to publish (looking for a publisher and accepting offers) this poem along with some 50 others in my new book PachaMama Prattle. I am giving you a sneak peak because today is my grandmother’s birthday. Happy Birthday Nanny. There will never be another rose as sweet.
Should my love not reciprocate I have learned to let go. I trust that the world has better plans for me I cannot yet see. There is a love seeking me so vivaciously all I need to do is breathe.
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Perhaps this is why Mother Earth has been the target of their destruction—because if we had no fear of our neighbors and no fear of our Mother then we would take care of each other!
We’ve been looking for a savior by judging the good of entire lives. But the one to save this world just might awaken overnight. ~ Juls ❤
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Quantum physics has proven the things that exists are what we make ourselves aware of consciously. What we give our attention grows. Where attention goes energy flows. There is even evidence that this very now is altering the future. Well yes, that’s quite an easy truth to see, but brace yourself, because the evidence reveals this now is also altering the past simultaneously!
The attacks we are witnessing are following all the old adages under the guise of holy acts. In my eyes it is no different than what happens in many homes where children are met with violence by their very own parents claiming it was done in the name of GOD! If we cannot have peace in our homes we will not have it in our world. If you are adhering to belief, any belief—you are holding on to thoughts of the past, of judgement, fear, and control by acting in unholy ways to try and make others think like you think.
Whatever is heavy in your heart needs attention. But the only thing it needs is your love. Writing “The Year of the Frog” was the most healing thing I could have ever done. Putting the hard truths on paper, and I am telling you it was difficult, was what it took for me to face myself. I never intended to leave those things for … Read More Love is Enough
Controligion is a word I made up in my book The Year of The Frog. It is a combination of the words “control” and “religion”. I define it as a way to command with the illusion of a moral code keeping the soul small. I fell victim to its control by fear for over 40 years. As the world awakens, I believe it is important that we … Read More Controligion Petition
I was asked by a friend who read my book, THE YEAR OF THE FROG, if I feared death. My immediate response was “No.” But after some pondering I would like to take that answer back and be as honest as I can given we are discussing a situation I’ve not consciously met. When I think of death my body does begin to feel what … Read More I Wish You Death.