Creative Channeling

I wanted to write a song we could all sing along too
Something we could all move and groove too
Something fascinating, something quite amazing.

If I were Kate Bush and I was me at the same time what song would I write? I like creating out of the “Kate” in me, for she personifies my wisdom and expression with sound, movement and form.

I am your inner Light, I am your muse tonight.
Cast aside the dust and uncover your old music box.
The one you left playing in the corner oh so long ago.
Wind now as it is your fashion, the clock striking midnight, the soul of compassion.
Bend your wisdom to the wind, arch yourself from within, beyond barriers into the Light.

Dance now to the tune of a thousand songs.
Multi universal esoteric tones, vibrating your essence, reverberating your bones.
Come clear across to the other shore with me. Touch and feel the beauty like a golden cloud of honey
Come with me, to the other side of reality,
let us see what is behind creativity…
I can show you the path
But you must lead the way
For a thousand locks on the hundredth box, cast your doubts away. Don’t go missing in action letting your senses stray. Be here now and stay, say, stay.
On a sea of empty bliss we forget loneliness and become oneliness, wholeness is a state such as this.
Bring me your rhymer, your key keeper your tymer, break now the sacred hour glass that falls with red sands and put the faith and wisdom back into her hands- wielding now the shield of one, divining lady share what we have become. Open your eyes and ears to fate as the winged messenger duly awaits. Bring now thine wisdom back home (bring it on home) to the nest of empty forgiveness, the unity with the allness so that you to may bless- the bliss, the oneness- inside manifest as outside coalesce, understand the union that all are one, universal oneness a certain state of consciousness.
Bringing it all together, making it make sense.
You are being asked to fulfill the mission of writing and of skill to bring through the knowledge you have attained through previous incarnations, and those lessons from other realms of light- into this plane, onto this place, bringing a joy and abundance of greater fruits/efforts. Work for you is designed or by design, your will makes the magick grow (The golden dust of Isis). Bringing wisdom to the people counterbalances your work in a fulfilling and quite tolerable way. You will find in your giving and gifting you will receive many fold. Bringing to a culmination many lifetimes sold to the past. You see how it is your Karma to reap from your treasures. The vast knowledge of your well observed incarnations are reflecting back to you, shining the light of what you have forgotten or what :time: has stolen. Give your secrets back to yourself and unleash them upon the people with delight in discovery. You are your own archeological dig dear princess. Loved one in flesh we must regress. Cast back thine eye to the brilliant sun of glow in blue hue (I see and eclipse)- cast back to green and the morning glory brew (like absinthe, a green psychedelic drink), incense streaming, light rays beaming (mirrors and light for trance I assume), karmic mission fulfilled.
I see the New Justice, short brunette hair, like statue of liberty kind of, on her throne with her sword high in the air. Like the Priestess and Justice combines. Finally a clear picture of the “new” justice card that I have been seeing that I thought existed in the Thoth deck, but it does not.
In the morning you rise, take this in stride, breathing in slow and deep. Bringing peace home to the future shores of tomorrow, brining in the sheep, with an ocean of devotion, sacred vows we keep. Bring ye here with a full plate to breath the breath and the truth of the knowledge within, come with sword and chalice and rod, come to symmetry and balance. Think of the one the undivided the whole- draw your light from this. We are all one and that brings home the sight, the sound and the vision. Bring your light carried within for no mask can hide your pallor, climb to the top- begin the begin, the top of the ivory tower. See the triangle descend upon thee. Break loose your golden chains for the platinum reins to the chariots horses. Create.

Platinum blue steel – cobalt brilliance- eye of sight within the darkness (the sun is eclipsed by the moon- pf) ancient spiral hypnotic calling you back through the void into oneness into the light of all oneness bright as your moon is shadowed with the evening of starlight round the a halo of a surface shore, bring your light bring it high for the moon riseth in your eyes- understand the knowing of all is one with the strength of the deep expanses, underworld landscapes on the moon over your head through the star gate (triangle = stargate?) under the bridge and over the mountain into valley bellow the surface into oval pupils tunneling underground. Echo, Echo heard the soft sound of the water as it escapes its confines and joins your mind in common acknowledgment. Drop of moisture calls you to the place of sacred stones, crystalline shards of charts and graphs, treasures to unfold. The Mayan bird riseth out of the crystal, like a phoenix spreading its wings of radiating light- Prophecies. The secrets of Azaz’el.
(I remember being attacked in my sleep by a charred skeleton creature. I asked what it’s name was (I don’t know why) and this is the name it gave. Then I was shown a murder scene of my own doing, bloody gore, unpleasant. I got away and hid in the bathroom. I awoke.)
“According to Apocalyptic literature, esoteric knowledge, such as magic, divination, and astrology, was transmitted to humans in the mythic past by the two angels, Aza and Azaz’el (in other places, Azaz’el and Uzaz’el) who ‘fell’ from heaven (see Genesis 6:4).” http://heavenawaits.wordpress.com/quetzalcoatl-the-god-behind-the-mayan-prophesies-for-2012/

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