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Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

This is an older poem explaining the origin of the name of my blog. I found this name with one of those fun apps that came across my Facebook page. Though the method to discover this name was mundane, the name speaks volumes. Source is all. I decided to keep the name for my journaling.

Weaver is Source, who connects all things.
Strings and threads are cloth woven for wear.
Sunshine is Source, who reaches out rays
Like fingers to heat and heal,
To create Spring, spiritual connection,
To nurture Gaia,
To create rain as food,
To dream life,
To forge love
And evolve Source.
Extraordinary is this mystery.
All extends from Source as fingers of light
To nourish and thrive,
And as night falls awake so do all
Return to Source.

 

©2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.com

Image: Pixabay.com

 

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A Time to Heal

A Time to Heal

We are all One
Sharing the Same Energy Field.
We are but sparks from the Same Light.
Your day is everyone’s day.
Your night is everyone’s night.
Your tears become the tears of all time.
Your joys make all life and matter smile.
Every cry of a newborn
Is recorded in the fabric of Time.
Every gun shot
Rips through Dark Mother.
Fear is the basis of all injury.
Love constructs the heart, not just your heart,
But the heart of Source.
You are not alone.
Fear not.
Separation creates isolation creates animosity,
Borne of fear.
Love connects and binds,
Healing torn hearts.
Fear and Love cannot reside in the same House.

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.        1 John 4:18

Fear not.
Worry not.
Hate not.
Love those that fear, worry, and hate.
This is the great challenge
Put forth by Source.
It is your choice –
In fact, the most important choice,
To Love with all your heart
Regardless of fear of harm,
Which is fear of separation and isolation.
Forgive and love.
This is the lesson borne on the Cross.
Love is not blind.
Love teaches those who fear.
Love is the Great Mother and Great Father,
Who teach the course not with hate,
But with Love.
Love teaches moral tether and integrity
Not with whips, but with Compassion.
Love is gentle; Love is kind.
This is your choice,
To Love and to love with all your heart.
Those who Love heal All.

Copyright© August 18, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

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New Audio: Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

Weaver is Source, who connects all things.
Strings and threads are cloth woven for wear.
Sunshine is Source, who reaches out rays
Like fingers to heat and heal,
To create Spring, spiritual connection,
To nurture Gaia,
To create rain as food,
To dream life,
To forge love
And evolve Source.
Extraordinary is this mystery.
All extends from Source as fingers of light
To nourish and thrive,
And as night falls awake so do all
Return to Source.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://35photo.ru/photo_1399272/

“Skyfall” by Andrei Mikhailov

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New Audio: Twin Flames

 

Maybe the twin flame is the body.

This carriage of flesh and bone

Transporting the empress;

This fine leather purse

Guarding the treasure.

The clay vessel

Displaying roses.

The body, a self, one memory;

The treasure, a self, many memories yet

Two souls become entwined.

The candle; the flame.

The host; the guest.

The package; the gift.

Both in agreement as one receives the other,

Dissolving into its infant being

And yet they are so different.

For one is a temporal vessel easily chipped and broken;

The other, an old soul on many missions, indestructible.

For one, where there is discovery;

For the other, there is knowing and revelation.

For one, where there is desire;

For the other, there is manifestation.

For one, where there is Time connecting all pain;

For the other, there is only Now.

For one, there is slumber as life is a dream, an illusion;

For the other, there is awakening and enlightenment as life is a school.

One is a dense, heavy, carnal, earthly, transient being;

The other, a radiant, expansive, ethereal thought being from Source.

They are Cohabiting, yet so unique.

The purpose is to bring to fruition unconditional love

In the home and the spirit

On Earth.

These two beings, twin flames.

With the death of one, there is ongoing life for the other and yet

Grief for the loss of this mate of a different race

Until reuniting with the Light as a spectrum of thought, and then

Another journey to the flesh and bone of a chosen one.

For the other forever moves out from as well as back into the Light,

Merging with Ancient Kin as both One and Not One,

Living others’ stories and sharing its own reviews

Over many lifetimes.

As a guest to many hosts

On its ascension to full Truth,

Known as Source.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Raggedy Ann and Andy  pinterest.com (Vogue cover)

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New Audio: Dark Matter

To Source and all beyond,

As Source has Source,

Unbound by time or speed of light.

What is my place in this abyss?

Of black holes and dark matter

Wrapping the galactic plane

Like a mother’s blanket for a babe?

 

What is within me expands and contracts,

Pushing away astral travelers and dodging debris

Floating by from past voyages

And cast away by Jupiter and

Left unanchored to each cell in my being,

Where pain begets pain

From collisions in comets’ midst.

 

Is Soul dark and dank, like

Empty space, a vacuum sucking

Life from kindred spirit?

Or is Dark Matter a coat

Woven for me to wear

In all time and ages

for many life ways under the stars?

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Hubble Space screenshot   https://www.google.com/search

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Curses

Words are thoughts with power.

Some are sabertoothed, ready to slash.

Knives, armed with disdain and fear,

Splitting the air.

Daggers, speeding through quantum time

And entanglement

To hit their mark.

Curses carried by sound,

Looking benign, hidden in lies and insults,

Swaddled as gossip.

Small talk can be deadly curses

Launched to mock, trick, mislead, judge, diminish,

Criticize, bully, scorn, betray, annihilate.

Without concern for karmic and

Akashic significance.

There are no secrets;

All is known to Source.

Cursed words are souls that

Will meet their day in court.

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

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Silence

Silence is asking for prayer.
Stillness is vision of inner truth,
Rooted to the earth,
To Gaia, who knows all of parts of us
as we are of earth, the Mother.

Silence is taking us
To Grandmother Spider.
Weaving us to Source, Christ Light lattice.

We are one.
When you breathe in,
I breathe out.
When you laugh,
My eyes sing.
When you cry,
I catch your tears.
When you bleed,
I bleed, cut down by
Your fear.

This web is all of Time.
It can’t be severed.
It clasps us in ancient binds,
And all our words are
Caught like flies
Forever trapped and recorded there.
Be careful with the words.
They are either poems
Or daggers.
Truth
Or lies.
They are heard by all,
Even the deaf.

Silence is the journey
Taking us to Source,
Father of All, who
Created light and darkness, and
From whom we emerge
To learn to love and create more light
And to whom we return
In the hymns of the spheres.
This is the journey
Silence brings us.
Seek silence,
Seek All.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://www.cbc.ca/news/technology/living-holographic-universe-1.3959758