There are two lights. One guides. The other illuminates. Both take me home.
The Snowflake on the Mountain Peak
The map of me
Has become clearer to see
But over years
Of poking and peeking
And facing the fears
Of peeling back layers
And allowing the tears to flow
Even though their torrent formed mudslides
And left nowhere to hide anymore
But that was the ultimate point
What use is a map that cannot join me to me
Because of bits I daren’t see?
How will that guide to where I need to be?
And so, I got washed away by a giant wave
In order to find my way
To the circular cave
At the base of the mountain
That I know will save me from the sea
As I return to be
The snowflake on the mountain peak
The Snowflake on the Mountain Peak 2018
Below, are extracts from a number of books that I have filled with thoughts, findings and guidance (to self) gained through a daily meditation practice over the last couple of years. Each book was written as part of my own personal discovery and journey through conscious awareness. As such, all messages that arose or observations made were intended for and relevant to me.
I offer a selection of these messages and observations here, mindful that they are my truth, and are not being presented as anything beyond that. You may agree with some of them, or disagree, either will be fine because, ultimately, the only way to find your own truth is to open that communication with yourself and tap into the wisdom held below conscious awareness.
**Books Six to Nineteen have been completed and are waiting for upload**
The Conscious Mind Collection 2009 - 2022
I was once an old, wooden rowing boat
That battled the very greatest storms
Out in the middle of an ocean deep
Through pain and perseverence
I brought that boat to shore
Since then, I have been a blue tiger
And a girl asleep in her soul
In truth, I have been many things...
Now, I am awareness of the light within
And the skin that carries me around, that I often mistakenly believe to be 'me'
Where once I was an actor
(Who didn't know that she was on stage)
Now, I am an observer
A fledgling knower of truth
Who finds herself occasionally waiting in the wings;
A call-back to the sleeping world
But, the light is bright
And the curtain has been lifted enough times to pull me back again
Back to waking state
And the reminder that asleep
Is no longer the way to live