Bushbabies and Bananas

© 2017 Written in 2016 when I was horrified by how many people said they would not vote. Once upon a time Source was dreaming, and His dreams became matter manifesting into Earth (which spells  “Heart” ).  This beautiful planet was a Spiritual School and the ultimate qualification was to learn to remain focused in love even during the darkest times.  The golden lesson was that Love can conquer all. But in order for humans to learn our lessons in this Spiritual School there had to be Dark as well as Light.  So the (d)Evil manifested too, with his mission being to break our Heart ("Earth" spells "Heart").  He imprisoned Her deep underground where She remains chained by Mankind’s seven deadly Sins. Eons passed.  The Ice came and retreated, came and retreated.  We grew into a complex society, at last able to reflect upon our choices and actions, and technologically capable of surviving in harmony with the Earth.  All we needed was the w...

© 2017 Written in 2016 when every day was just one long struggle and I did not think I would ever smile again. Link to lyrics in my profile. Who is dreaming me? that I’m tossing around on this black raging Sea? and I am journeying the Wastelands instead of home safe and warm, buffeted by gales and devoured by Storm, travelling the inner ways under dark-shadowed Sky,         Whose dream am I? This notion of Fate being woven by the Three, do we not have any say over our Destiny? who is singing my  so-called reality?        Who is dreaming Me? Are they objective, subjective, loving, stern? is the pain and the suffering the lessons we must learn? and who are the combatants of this war raging within?         Am I an Angel or Original Sin? March 2017 This quest to know Truth, these glimmers that tease me, through this Dark Night, this Long Night,        Who...

I look in the mirror and see… a child with a gun staring at me, a body lying in the sand killed by lies, and swarming with dirty, black flies and I know that part of me pulled the trigger; I look in the mirror and see… a starving dog bleeding in chains, and my hand is still holding the stone as I kneel in the dirt all alone; I look in the mirror and see… a woman bound, hurt, and enslaved, and I know that I have the key tucked away safely, I could set her free; I look in my mind and see all the anger, the doubts, and the fears I look in my heart and hear the whispers of a million dreams, secret hopes and unshed tears I turn back to the mirror and reach through the glass to the child, I have to love him better to have a fairer world, and I have to love him better because he is me. Christine Jordaan 05 May 2014 © 2017 WE NEED TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS WORLD WE ARE CO-CREATING, WHETHER WE ARE DOING SO CONSCIOUSLY OR UNCONSCIOUSLY!