Friday, December 22, 2006
Creations Child, by Cher Lyn
Prepare your self for the ultimate flight on the tail of a dragon
Fly through the dungeon into the light…
Know thee oh child of thy heritage; know ye are truly the Spirit of Light…
Sun of the great Sun…gain ye thy wisdom, truly aware ye are one with the Stars,
Truly aware of thy kinship with Light. Ancient secrets seeded…
A leap of crimson rust…in light that cast shadows of distant memories…
Breathe…I trust!
Ages hence…past…pretense…creation’s child awakened to unveil her wings,
innocent soul, pliable. Born in cold, pale plastic, shocked to the
core, mothers womb no more. Faces stoned and cold not a conjured
friend foretold…
In the present distant past, the headsman made it last, stalking his
whipping post he invited the unholy ghost, the child’s wings couldn’t
grow, he clipped the sacrificial lass.
The fornicator was her headsman. She shall not want. He leadeth her to
infliction, flagellation, and crucifixion.
the colors turned to black and she lost all contact…
She thought…know ye oh child of thy mind… thy chains ye feel are only
thoughts, terrors of darkness that ye were taught. Ye darkness Oh ye
have taught me deep in the bitter moments…tasting the Christed Masters
salty tears…
Pain in her belly…swirling Sun…dark in his burn…
Still…she kept the fire in…
Blue was the color that accompanied black on her body that was beaten
for her sins forth and back.
Not a wonder she's a quiet girl, "cat got your tongue?" they said to her
in school, "don't bring her around our group, she's not cool!" So she
wore her clothes in layers to avoid the many stares, "what an
interesting fashion", the girls her age would say. Her style showed
such passion and she preferred it more that way. But the secrets went
on hidden, her body feeling smitten under clothes of baggy layers, and
avoiding any glares. It's amazing all the fear that can come from those
who are so dear, all the bruises they can cause…
…………………We'll just hide them…under gauze………………….
The girl in many layers tried so hard to hide the tears, but the inside
was ignored, all the pain she only stored…No layers thick or thin could
hold that torment from within.
Yet the fire she kept in…
began to Melt the stones revealing her bones, broken and burned…through
her child she learned……. to reclaim her soul...all lost parts of
self…She called to return.
Though she…didn't want to be, To die is to cower before the hour of
resurrection and scorn her connection to the perfection she would
sever, Question…is that so cleaver?
So she began talking to shadows of the past. Every time the sun went
down, you could feel the darkness cast.
When it was done and the hours past, the fear was gone, she was free at
last… at least until the next forecast. She was A gypsy you see in a
world she could not feel free. Had a rage, a giant rage you can’t keep
a gypsy in a cage! A rage burning deep, need to find ways to somehow
sleep… or roam to find her heavens home. She loves to sing…she’d love
to dance given the freedom... given the chance.
Everyone's a dreamer, some are supremers and some are screamers…A
howling Wolf at the moon begging for mercy, could we get it over soon?
What if she left and never came back, who would look after and cover her
slack?
Her spirit is strong; it strives to survive all that was taught her, all
of the lies.
... a tear she cried, a question, a try…Pausing here and there,,, Could
there be circles not all squares, somewhere found in the roots of the
stairs?
Counting her ten toes one day, she wondered how she came out okay.
Everyone has ten toes, so she must be okay, right? Like the roots of a
tree, a tree made of Rue. There is no getting over…the only way is
through.
It was mighty dark hiding in the closet of her mind; she just needed
some reaction, some interaction, some hippie-action, some kind of
close, that kind of soul action we never choose to leave.
Question…Or do we? We chose!!!…Yes we Do…
She does her best through intention to become the will to live,
to open heart and be the truth, to share God’s gifts…to give..
Grace stood in place as the child’s Prayers unleashed the chains once
caught in darkness taught, released the tears, released the pain.
Creation’s Child awakens from a dream within a dream…What was once
creased tight in the seams of illusions…now loosens to Light the
shackles of confusion…
Right here…right now…
Innocent’s is found in the song of the whales and dolphins dance,
breaching their one-love vibrations and greeting salutations. The
rainbow serpent transmutes the poisons…the Shaman’s in a trance.
Vessels filled the Tall Ones bring… healing thy wounds, growing thy
wings… On the back of the Dragon, she flies through the doors of
illusion.
In her dreams… She’s found her Freedom, lucid in the Sun’s Creation…
Reflected in the Moon and in the Stars. In the Earths flowers Blooming
even in the dark, the sound of the drum… restarts her heart… … the Sun
Dog spins and awakens her visions…bridging the Rainbow’s Arc.
Golden Angels…translucent like clouds reflecting rainbow rays and
dancing in the freedom Sun…they’ve stood nearby and waited for thy
call…now they have come...they are tall.
She will live forever; an angel spreading light, dancing and chanting
with the stars of the night. She will be fire, violet flame, a fairy
blessing phallus,
a Magic star, no shame.
To the story of the past, I say,
ye darkness Oh ye have taught me in the bitter moments,
to resist not and bring thee to heavens light…
I thank thee and I release thee now.
Love Creation’s children remember…
what was once lost….
the pieces now found.
I too have faith in God’s Love
and the Moon I choose is round.
