flowers are better...

this morning, i saw a vision of a soldier
he was on the battle field dressed in uniform
then, i heard,

when are you coming home child?
when are you coming home from this battle?
so many are wounded
so many have died
when are you coming home from this battle?

one could see the vision of him there
there were images of dead bodies
and bloodshed
above this vision of the battle field
was a goddess energy in pure white robes
then, i could still see this soldier there
and beside him was another vision
of a soldier that had come home
he was embracing his mother,
she was weeping
so happy that he had returned home
and in full health...
then this was heard,

i sent your mother to you
she is weeping
her tears cover the earth
she is crying for you
she is empty for you
(an image of a mother on her knees
wearing a black robe could be seen
she was pounding the earth and sobbing)
when are you coming home child?
when are you coming home from this battle?

then what was seen was a black machine gun
and the battle field
then a flower could be seen falling from the sky
a white flower that looked like a daisy
then many flowers began to fall from the sky
falling on the dark machine guns
falling on the batteflield
falling on the bloodshed and tears
what was heard then was,

that man who said to his child
"they may have guns, but we have flowers"
he was right to say that
he was right to say that to his child
he said that to his child
he was right to say that
flowers are better
this was heard as these flowers were raining
from the sky
many, many white flowers falling,
falling...
then this was heard,

flowers are better
flowers cover the earth
they cover the earth in springtime
they bring life to the earth
they bring color, beauty and glory
to the earth
they are like a new beginning
they are like springtime
they cover the earth

may this blessing go out to humanity
then a spotlight was seen
a huge ray of light coming from it
that went round and around
as if to send this message of love
out to all

the next vision was one of a black
machine gun again
it had a white flower sitting on top
of it
then blood began to spill on this white
flower
staining it in red
big drops of blood, thick and red
falling on it
then this was heard

this is not the way oh, world
flowers are better
then, these words from a song
were heard,
please people, no more violence,
wars or tears
send this message out to humanity
then the spotlight was seen again
going round and around

the last image was one of an
army truck
loaded with men
waving to their families
heading off into army life
this truck was traveling forward on
the road
behind them,
walking in the opposite direction
the form of a man was seen
he was walking away from this
he was looking within himself
he was looking
at the war inside himself
then, on his form appeared
the orange robes of a sannyasi
then, his dress  changed to
that of an ordinary man
this man was then seen inside his
house with his family
as if to say, this searching within
can happen anywhere
right where you are now
it can happen...

after this image, the goddess arose
her image of white purity was there
above the world
waiting with open arms
then this was heard

i sent your mother to you
she is crying
she is waiting for you
she is waiting for you
to come home...

grace is always there ...

dear souls, here is the vision of the morning..

what came into view was an image of a large eye..
from this eye emerged a body dressed in a white gown and as i am typing, i can see it ...
it is floating upward and going through hoops or a dreamcatcher looking thing
and then it floats through another and another, moving upward..
then what is seen is a large crescent moon,
and then little by little the shadow is being pulled off the moon
like clothing slowly by slowly
just as someone might be pulling off a shirt from their form...
so this shadow cover is being pulled off and bit by bit,
the fullness of the moon is appearing and
it gives off a wonderful soft glow in the dark night sky...

then, there is an image of a man (very muscular) ..
he is pulling himself up over a ledge of sorts..
this, it is felt, is symbolic of the strength and fortitude of spirit
it takes to walk the path and give all to it...
then, as he pulls himself up and over, and
though it seems like it is his strength that does so, it is not..
it is the grace of God that releases him,
there arises an image of mountains with a sun rising....
also, what is seen are a line of buildings on the horizon with the sun in the background...
these buildings (or structures of mind) begin to be flattened and destroyed
leaving just the sun...

the next image flowed into someone saying,
"i can't believe it, my life was this way one minute
and the next minute, i was someone completely different"...
this echoed again and again a few times...
with, "my life completely changed...
i am not the same person as before"...
"i can't believe it, i am completely different..
i am completely transformed."...

i also heard, do not eat that fruit of maya,
then you will be bitten by the ill-usion bug...
this is what creates the shadow over the moon...
this is what causes disease ....

the next image that came was one of a horse...
a very beautiful one indeed...
i could see it's face so clearly,
such sweet, friendly eyes, so inviting...
what appeared then, on the horse were two bodies that i could not make out ..
as they became clearer, it was an image of me (or this form) on the horse
when i was about 10 years old or so ( i still have this picture and can see it now)...

to bring more background into this image...
my childhood was ridden with trauma and not a healthy one (to put it lightly)...
the only safe haven i had was when i went to visit my grandmother in the summers
she lived in the country ...
this is where my love of nature really blossomed
as the air there was so fresh, the grass so green...
there were little creeks everywhere in which one could fish
and woods and wonderful birds sounds and creatures all about ...
there was a garden there with fresh food
my grandmother would make salads and yummy things with...
she taught me to sew and knit and we would pick berries
and all sorts of wonderful regular childhood things ...
i had good times there roaming about that land in which
she made one feel loved and safe....
there was a horse that the neighbors had next door that i would sometimes ride and
there is a picture (and now i am seeing a snapshot in my mind) of me on this horse at about 10 years old,
my hair is long and straight and shiny...
i can see everything that i am wearing very clearly....
then, what is seen sitting behind me (on the horse) is a shaman/angel/loving grandmother or old soul
just a loving type of energy that was sitting with their arms around my waist...
embracing me with great love and joy and just being near me....
then the feeling of that time was brought back so clearly --
i was laying out in the sun and i could see my grandmother
in her little house in the kitchen making a wonderful salad
from the bib lettuce she picked from the garden..
her hair is grey with sweet little curls all about it ...
she is looking out the window and fretting and saying,
"Janie, don't stay out in the sun so long"..
and more of the feeling was brought back about this time of joy that was present in my childhood there...
then, i heard or felt the name "Dolores"
which is my middle name and the middle name of my mother, grandmother and her mother ...
my mother told me this name means, "daughter of sorrow"
then what i saw was a piece of thread emerging in my view (which is fitting as my grandmother taught me to sew)...
and some silver scissors that were cutting that thread...
cutting the tie to that energy, "daughter of sorrow"....

then, the last scene was one of being on that horse
with that angel spirit of grace that was there all along,
embracing this persona/body energy
and we went off out of that scene like the wind
and then the image of the sun emerging over the mountains appeared

such a nice vision this is,
speaking to grace being there all along,
even in the most difficult times,
there is that joy to be found,
that love that shines through it all....

it is raining out here and am now moving onward into the day...

great day to all and om

om shanti

with notes that rise sweet...

i know spirit lives,
i have heard it, seen it, felt it, touched it,
tasted it, loved it and argued with it too...
it has played through my soul like music
and a fresh gurgling spring
it has found it's home inside my being
where there is no logical mind to sting it
it has found it's home in my fingers and breath
and heartbeat
strumming like a guitar or resonating like a
violin with notes that rise sweet
it has put it's fragrance in my hair
and on my skin
and in my guts too, there is this fire
growing
how can i explain it?
it has not been easy, not once,
but it burns inside deep and well