To Be At One With Yourself

The bear lifted his great head and sniffed in the fragrance of the life force around him.

He was so happy that the life span he had would take him through the good things missed in former times.

His friend said to him that to only experience the hard times was not the ways of time, there were lives on the earth plain that would be filled with the love of the angels.

It was to show the spirit that at times there were not hard lessons to learn but sometimes a reward for all things done in past days.

The bear lifted his head to his friend and felt content to just be.

The great Indian laughed at the whole thing, and said that the continuance of spirit was eternal, and that all things would have been endured even the laugh of the children at play, as they taught us to be so many things in the simple ways, the pain that laughter sometimes brings, also has to be endured.

They talked for many hours, they would need to talk of all things as they were part of the energy that they lived by, and even at the level of being they had, there as always times when lessons had to be learned even from the vision of a blind man comes the clarity of a cool morning.

The learning of one being from another is a process of enhancing the spirit to its higher levels, if in spirit you also learn, then you are still traveling on the journey to Perfection.

The forest trees lay back into the open fields of learning once again, and the two travelers walked into the light, the light embraced them and held their ways into the future that as they knew would be a journey of trials, to all the ones that they touched.

That they would embrace their knowledge, that they may also attain the things that are needed by all at different levels of being.

To be in perfection and to know it as such, is imperfect to be there, and not to know, is that then the perfection we all seek, it will be as the eternal light, then just embrace it’s ways and travel on.

Any way it is time to leave these words as they are, and to become one with the earthly creatures, travel on toward your own light.

Yenti

Beyond

Submitted by Ian.T on Fri, 2013-04-26 11:29

My great friend rested in the forest
Wrapping himself in the beauty with dreams
Enjoying the trees,
The light played hide comes seek
Leaves sailing as ocean ships in a breeze
This was his world as he thought of it
Always there to enhance his being
Part of the earth he loved so much.

A place of long gone memories,
Constructed from the ages of being,
Ages of changing from one state to another,
He journeyed towards his perfection.
All my friend had to do was to hold a thought
To have peace within his ways,
Holding the memories of bygone days
That would make the rest, as if a film set,
Making up the universal perfection.

A leaf that fell through his vision
Holding his attention, as it floated to the earth
It had in its present state become detached
Falling away from the great tree of life
In this state, many would deem it dead.
My friend smiled, perceiving their absolutes
One is born, then one lives, then one dies,
That death is the simple end to their thoughts
Ending a state of being, as if the way of all things.

My friend reflected on the true state of being.
Where the trials of human life,
As it is perceived by those that know
An end to all things seemed just a life to many.
My friend smiled at this perception of a true state,
As he had been for such a long time a spirit being.
In having reached out so many times,
To complete the cycle of living and learning,
He just smiled at that thought.

He had become a true spirit of the higher levels,
Choosing at this time to be a Great Bear,
In recalling things, and journeying on
Through his own ways,
Talking of the ways of our own journeys
Here on the earth plain.

My friend even in his present state of being
Was still learning and seeking the absolute perfection.
He could now recall,
As the leaf fell through his field of vision,
That each death was just a change of state,
For a being that had walked the earth.
As death, that the human cycle calls it,
Changes the state of existence
From that of the earth plain,
To the eternity of the spirit world.

It can be a great shock
To realise that a door has opened
There you are bare of all material things.
My great friend had to smile
As it was a strange thing to perceive,
Let alone explain a state that is pure,
Where you are once again totally responsible
For sorting out your spiritual being,
Then to realise the wisdom gained
By the visit to the earth plain.
Judgment day jogged a memory
Of what was a spiritually youthful worry?
The thought to be judged by one’s peers;
”NO” this was not the case,
It was not needed he thought,
As this was the real spirit world,
Where you and you alone are responsible,
For your own spiritual feelings,
To judge the things you had done,
So that the continuation of your being
Could be steered toward the perfection
We all strive for.

Death is but a return to spirit,
Where you will then be held in true love,
There within the true being of all things.
It is then that to find a space
In the things you have learned,
Or a piece of knowledge missing,
Where returning to the earth plain may be needed.

This continuous reaching out for all things
Is the road to perfection,
That time in spirit, has no grip on beings,
As it does here on the earth plain,
Then the journeys are but a thought away.

Pt 2

The Great Bear thought of his Indian companion
And there he was walking toward him
“Greetings my friend he smiled”.
“Do you wish me to make a point?
Within those thoughts of yours,?”
He laughed.
As you are aware of all my ways
As a guide to those that take the journey to learn,
Then you know old one, that I am with them,
Through their journey on the earth plain
For the time they are there.
To me, choosing to be a Spirit Guide
Is but a moment in time,
As you both know time
Is only that space we conceive it to be?

To be born on the earth plain,
Is to many as a golden path,
That is strewn with many things to learn of.
The memory fades for them as they return
To face the material pathways experience.
It is hard, if only they were more aware
Our help and guidance is but a thought away.

The Great Bear walked with his friend
They came to the edge of the forest,
Which flowed in their way of moving.
There before them was their joining
A place felt where the Spirit world.
Touched the Earth plain,
There sailing overhead as always,
With the eyes that see all,
Was another friend, the Great Eagle.

He called to them across the splendour,
“Love to you my fellow travellers,
May you have the things you need,
The eternal love to you and all things”
The Great Bear reached out with love,
Enveloping the Eagle where he flew.
Embracing his Indian friend,
They journeyed on.

Death and Rebirth

Death and Rebirth

 

My great friend rested in the forest

Wrapping himself in the beauty with dreams

Enjoying the trees,

The light played hide comes seek

Leaves sailing as ocean ships in a breeze

This was his world as he thought of it

Always there to enhance his being

Part of the earth he loved so much.

 

A place of long gone memories,

Constructed from the ages of being,

Ages of changing from one state to another,

He journeyed towards his perfection.

All my friend had to do was to hold a thought

To have peace within his ways,

Holding the memories of bygone days

That would make the rest, as if a film set,

Making up the universal perfection.

 

A leaf that fell through his vision

Holding his attention, as it floated to the earth

It had in its present state become detached

Falling away from the great tree of life

In this state, many would deem it dead.

My friend smiled, perceiving their absolutes

One is born, then one lives, then one dies,

That death is the simple end to their thoughts

Ending a state of being, as if the way of all things.

 

My friend reflected on the true state of being.
Where the trials of human life,

As it is perceived by those that know

An end to all things seemed just a life to many.
My friend smiled at this perception of a true state,

As he had been for such a long time a spirit being.
In having reached out so many times,

To complete the cycle of living and learning,

He just smiled at that thought.
He had become a true spirit of the higher levels,

Choosing at this time to be a Great Bear,

In recalling things, and journeying on

Through his own ways,

Talking of the ways of our own journeys

Here on the earth plain.

 

My friend even in his present state of being

Was still learning and seeking the absolute perfection.

He could now recall,

As the leaf fell through his field of vision,

That each death was just a change of state,

For a being that had walked the earth.

As death, that the human cycle calls it,

Changes the state of existence

From that of the earth plain,

To the eternity of the spirit world.

 

It can be a great shock

To realise that a door has opened

There you are bare of all material things.

My great friend had to smile

As it was a strange thing to perceive,

Let alone explain a state that is pure,

Where you are once again totally responsible

For sorting out your spiritual being,

Then to realise the wisdom gained

By the visit to the earth plain.

Judgment day jogged a memory

Of what was a spiritually youthful worry?

The thought to be judged by one’s peers;

”NO” this was not the case,

It was not needed he thought,

As this was the real spirit world,

Where you and you alone are responsible,

For your own spiritual feelings,

To judge the things you had done,

So that the continuation of your being

Could be steered toward the perfection

We all strive for.

 

Death is but a return to spirit,

Where you will then be held in true love,

There within the true being of all things.

It is then that to find a space

In the things you have learned,

Or a piece of knowledge missing,

Where returning to the earth plain may be needed.

 

This continuous reaching out for all things

Is the road to perfection,

That time in spirit, has no grip on beings,

As it does here on the earth plain,

Then the journeys are but a thought away.

 

Pt 2

 

The Great Bear thought of his Indian companion

And there he was walking toward him

“Greetings my friend he smiled”.

“Do you wish me to make a point?

Within those thoughts of yours,?”

He laughed.

As you are aware of all my ways

As a guide to those that take the journey to learn,

Then you know old one, that I am with them,

Through their journey on the earth plain

For the time they are there.

To me, choosing to be a Spirit Guide

Is but a moment in time,

As you both know time

Is only that space we conceive it to be?
To be born on the earth plain,

Is to many as a golden path,

That is strewn with many things to learn of.

The memory fades for them as they return

To face the material pathways experience.
It is hard, if only they were more aware

Our help and guidance is but a thought away.

 

The Great Bear walked with his friend

They came to the edge of the forest,

Which flowed in their way of moving.

There before them was their joining

A place felt where the Spirit world.

Touched the Earth plain,

There sailing overhead as always,

With the eyes that see all,

Was another friend, the Great Eagle.

 

He called to them across the splendour,

“Love to you my fellow travellers,

May you have the things you need,

The eternal love to you and all things”

The Great Bear reached out with love,

Enveloping the Eagle where he flew.

Embracing his Indian friend,

They journeyed on.

 

A Joy-2

 

Submitted by Ian.T on Wed, 2012-12-05 23:41

A Joy

The Great Bear lifted his head,
Even the stars realised
That in the heavens life was good

The stars reminded him of past days,
but the pattern in his mind’s eye,
was so different to those he was use to.

He saw the Seven Sisters so close,
that he reached out to touch them,
then realized where he was.

Life, good enough to bring him here,
the Spirit called he had answered,
with all the love and light in his heart.

To all fellows he gave perfect love .
the love descended through all levels,
of his spiritual being.

Transcending all barriers,
letting him see both worlds,
there eternity, and now in one.

In the whisper of a breath,
to look and not be able to see,
was the bane of all beings.

Those that could see,
even though their eyes were closed,
lived in the light of that perfect love.

Take care my earthly friends,
make sure that you open your soul,
embrace the reality, of your spirit for ever

Yenti

 

A Joy

A Joy
The Great Bear lifted his head
Even the stars realised
That in the heavens life was good

The stars reminded him of past days,
but the pattern in his minds eye,
was so different to those he was use to.

He saw the Seven Sisters so close,
that he reached out to touch them,
then realized where he was.

Life, good enough to bring him here,
the Spirit called he had answered,
with all the love and light in his heart.

To all fellows he gave perfect love .
the love descended through all levels,
of his spirititual being.

Transcending all barriers,
letting him see both worlds,
there eternity, and now in one.

In the whisper of a breath,
to look and not be able to see,
was the bane of all beings.

Those that could see,
even though their eyes were closed,
lived in the light of that perfect love.

Take care my earthly friends,
make sure that you open your soul,
embrace the reality, of your spirit for ever

yenti

Walk Alone

Walk Alone

The great bear lifted his head.

He looked inward to his very being.

Feeling that he would walk alone,

A mistake to really want to be so

 

To become aware of a nothing,

Clinging to him like a bad odour,

Eating, feeding off of his self,

That left a vast empty space.

 

The contact with others lost.

It hurt, oh how it hurt, his thoughts,

Unable feel their presence

Being’s companions of the soul.

 

It was good to feel this way,

Able to experience utter desolation.

Seeking his minds outer limits.

An intense self made isolation.

 

 

To be able to feel this and know,

That it was self-inflicted as a choice,

This made it easier for him to feel.

Wait he thought, what of others.

 

They could not know of an end.

To where this state of being had invaded.

The great bear shuddered to his very soul;

To walk alone the end of all things,

 

He felt that he was being so stupid,

Thinking that he wanted to experience this

A light pushed out from his very being,

It was as a guide and it was steady.

 

There it was the very heart of him glowing

His self as it had been for all his days,

Memories of others attached to its glow,

They brought love to his very inner self.

 

 

 

No way could he ever walk alone,

For all time there he was, then someone.

This someone, he could lean on in harder days.

Someone he would ask the earth of.

 

Knowing it would be given.

Not always that he could see.

How it had been given, at the time.

Others would tell him so.

 

Usually if he asked for the earth,

It would make him realise he already had it,

It would open his eyes at sometime.

Then someone would show him the way.

 

He realised, it is better to travel with others.

Than to walk life’s journey’s alone,

Having contact’s, that all soul’s needed.

Here the coldness he had felt left him,

 

Now he knew he was happy to just be,

Even the sounds of those around him

Seemed to become more beautiful,

As they played with his soul

 

Yenti

Spirit Eagle Talk

Spirit Eagle Talk

 

The great Eagle lifted off from his resting place high on the mountain, to fly for me is the journey I chose he screamed, to fly with the air holding me.

The great bear chose the earth to hold his frame, what do you choose fellow traveller, that hugs the ground?

I see you walking with the earth to hold you as I reach for the clouds.

It would be grand for you to see things as I do, it would surprise you should I tell, as my eyes are the eyes of the soul that see all things there below.

I see your life’s journey as you gather yourself in all forms taking many paths that lead to the same distant light.

It is so wonderful that you travel so, although being arduous and hard, it enhances the spirit, and drives you to a higher level, I see the wounds that you have to your spirit that are made by all things as you travel on in your own mind.

But lift your eyes and begin to see that the journey is of the spirit more so than the body you carry.

You have taken on yourself the pain of being, and it is a hard task, that you would travel so, to improve your spiritual self, is in its own way an enhancement to your spirit.

Then as you have chosen then you shall be, only know that in seeing the real light that you are walking toward, will make your journey a wonderful thing.

Cast off the woes of the yesterday, where you did this and that, cloak your ways in the love of others and the purity of being as the inner self, the inner self that becomes the reward of your journey’s so near the earth.

Learn to fear only those things that are not pure in your thoughts as you meet those that travel with you, give to them all the things that would sustain you on your way, talk to them in the manner of a beloved one, be whole with their way should it differ from your way, ask not only of them, but of your inner self so that the truth of purity can rule the pathway.

Lift up your eyes to where I am watching over you and feel that we are one with all.

I am but a thought away as I watch over you, as your loved ones that trod the earth before.

I saw them there, that they played in many ways, to reach out not knowing what they touched, but for you now who has been told that there are others, and then on again, to the enlightened ones that seek only the pure spirit, and that you are aware of the truth in differing ways the journey will be harder.

From here to see what you seek, and to know that you are aware now of what you seek, and need to be, this will make the journey harder for you.

To know of a goal and to find it is so much harder than just travelling on, in that you have to be all you need to be to return to the beginning.

I will leave you now to play with the wind, call me, as you need me I am there always.

 

The Eagle

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Joy

A Joy

Posted on May 1, 2012 by Yenti

the bear lifted his head to the stars and saw that even in the heavens life was good

the stars reminded him of past days but the pattern in his minds eyes was so different to those he was use to

he saw the six sisters so close that he reached out to touch them

then realized that it was where he was that life had been good enough to bring him

the Spirit called and he answered as he always did with love and light in his heart and to all fellows perfect love .the love descended through all levels of his spirits life

it transcended all barriers and let him see both

.eternity and now in the whisper of a breath

.to look and not see

.was the bane of all beings that roamed the greater system

.those that could see even though their eyes were closed lived in the light of that perfect love

.take care my earthly friends that you open your soul and see reality for it is the life of your spirit for ever

Just Walking

Just Walking

The great bear lifted his head and walked into the field.

There he mused was a quandary is this really here or has it never been

Then using his senses he became aware of first his body, a form that held a place in this open area

Was this real! then from the input of his nerves that told him there was something under his great feet, and the fact that there was a movement of air around him that he not only felt but sensed with his taste and smell, he then decided that something did exist there where he was

Was it me the bear that existed here in this open plain was it me.

If so what part of me was there that said so, and where was Me.

The great bear pondered, then the strange awareness that he knew came to him everyday that he could remember.

There came a silence within his great frame, as there came to him the real being he was, there was he, it, the bear thing, that was affected by all around him then there was, what he was and always used to really be.

There deep inside yet held out around his form was something to really ponder, something to really feel, something so big that his massive frame seemed to shrink with the thought of something, so powerful yet calm With a beauty that held his thoughts in awe for more than a lifetime in its own way.

I have found me he pondered, this is the real me held with a light that ran in all directions with colours that made him pant, with their peaceful picture of the life source he had learned to love.

He once again lifted his great head and sent out a rainbow of love to the

Eagle that flew free in the heavens above, that seemed to scream with laughter at the great loveable creature

Ian.T