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ANOTHER TWIN FLAME POEM

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I sense I may know who you are. I suspect you have given me hints.

But I am not certain, by far, as my feelings are always intense.

I constantly reach out to help -but sometimes my perceptions are wrong.

Like now, I am writing a poem - when what we need is a song.

I tried with my pen and ink to draw a picture of us,

But - I do not think my drawing was worth all the fuss.

We were quite deeply engaged, but not quite fully entwined.

The part that I couldn’t connect had to do with the mind.

THANK YOU Mr. President Obama, , You Won

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  Any One who saw any part of the face-off Debate between Mitt and Barack, wittnessed the Clear, non-political, Face of Light for the people, as Mr. Obama looked and spoke directly to the mature Heart and Mind of the citizens of this nation.

  Also noted that like the Wisdom within Mr. Ron Paul, Barack immediately walked off the "stage." Because that's what the Advanced Light Server always does.  Mr. President, thru 2016

  Also, by using this Wisdom of softness he:

a) sets-up the opponent to over-extend his self, to off-balance.

b) Allows the Yin Chi to turn and unveil the fist or stong-arm... , (the Yang.)

c) Because He has his Cosmic Identity to use for us in the immediate future, he is in the State of "Pre Birth Chi" or the state of already there, for the highest good for all included.

Peace    

Agnes of Africa (Poem about Letting Go)

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Agnes Of Africa

 

Agnes’s ancient black eyes are nested with wisdom,

her dark complexion is carved with deep wrinkles.

She is dearly loved and is the heart of our Ascension Circus.

Her long, elephant ears are the shape of Africa.

In another time, Agnes would have been a great matriarch leading

a migration across the savanna.

In present time, she performs under the big top and

does not leave her comfortable perimeter.

 

As a youngster, Agnes was taught to stand still.

Her first handlers staked a large chain into the ground

And then wrapped it around her rear leg.

Ever time Agnes tugged,

her chain would painfully tighten.

Soon, she learned a core belief to never push any boundary.

 

Only a thread, just a whisper of former chains, attaches Agnes.

Her new trainer has tried to coax her out of her tiny circle.

He tells her, “Remember who you are.

Make a different choice and step beyond limitation.

Experience freedom.”

But Agnes remains comfortably attached to her belief.

She will not budge even though clowns, monkeys and

strawberry smells swirl around her.

Agnes’s desires come and go but she won’t surrender her fear.

She resists from making even the tiniest tug.

 

On the last day of the circus show, rustling leaves call her home.

Agnes decides that her pattern isn’t working for her.

The memory of the chain no longer burdens her.

It is simply done.

Time to release the old belief and replace it with a lighter version.

Shaking loose, Agnes reaches out her trunk a little further than ever before.

Suddenly Agnes is free. She follows a trail of apple smells.

 Each piece of fruit she finds is a delightful taste treat.

Then beyond all dreams, Agnes finds a bucket full of surprises.

 

Chain of Daisies - A Faerie Song

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Just a little something to make you smile from the fairies and me...This is a song I wrote about the fairies calling us to the woods at night to join in their fairy circle dance - inspired by my favourite Shakespeare play A Midsummer Night's Dream we recorded the song in my garage in 2003 with Billy Olster from the Canadian band Frozen Ghost doing all the amazing guitar and musical arrangement.  

 

That is me singing lead and daughter Emily was only 8 singing those sweet fairy vocal backups.

 

 We later used the song for the ballroom scene in a Pantomine version of Cinderella and have included a short clip with the link.

 

To hear the full version click on the bottom link and it will automatically play for you on the website for The Backyard Drama Club.

 

 Enjoy! ...Oh yes and the fairies have a message - they want to remind us to dance in the moonlight more often!!!

 

'Chain of Daisies'

 

"Come weave a chain of daisies love,

awareness forword

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AWARENES FOREWORD

Tony de Mellon an occasion among friends was asked to say a few words about the nature of his work. He stood up, told a story which he repeated later in conferences, and which you will recognize from his book song of the Bird. To My astonishment, he said this story applied to me.

 

 

A man found an eagle’s egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard  hen. The englet hatched  with the brood of chicky and up with them.

All his life the eaglet did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was a barnyaryd chicken. He scratched the eaerth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would  thrash his wings and fly a few  feet into the air.

Years passed  and the  eagle grew  very old.

One day he saw a magnicifent biad  above him in the cloudless sky. It glided in graceful majesty  among the powerfull wind currents, with  scarcely a beat of  its strong golden wings.

The old eagle, looked up in awe. “who’s that ?” he  asked.

“That old  eagle the king  of  the birds, ”said  his neighbor. “He belongs  to the sky. We belong to  the earth-we’re chickens. ”So the eagle tolived and died a chicken, for  that’s what  he thought he  was.

A "Spark" off The ol' Block

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The Presidential war, I mean debates were typical as ever, but that’s due to the original design of them. Democrat vs Republican. I think Romney looks great for 65, and they both seem sincere in wanting to assist us. This is not about who takes office. The referee to call him by his obvious acting roll, was instagating them, was he not? The most points next day go to the one that "battles" best, not to the one that shows the Heart that he is there to serve us the people that appoint him. This showed me quite clearly that we are in over our heads at the mercy of those that have been titled the elite, cabal, illuminate and the black hats among some titles. If we don’t have “Legions of Angles, (ETs) that are wiser and more advance as in love over war type scenarios, then we are in for some turbulence that we by ourselves have proven over and over for thousands of years that we stand little to no chance in resolve one more time again. Unless.

 

We need unity now as always, but now is a different now than the now we were in as the group Soul that we are. This now is about 70 days away from 12/12/2012, which is the beginning of the end of the 12/21/2012 cycle, which is a cycle, within a cycle, within a cycle, etc.

 

Meeting With A Seraphim

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Today I had mediumship with something new: Seraphim. They are closer to God than I think angels. The one I saw was golden, like a lion with a bird face, and had giant Egyptian-looking wings.

I was taken aback by its Glory, so it changed form to something more accepting to me: the little jeweler from MIB. We spoke. I had many questions, and it spoke hardly at all, with the most succinct answers.

'I am asking a lot of questions, huh?' I said, a little embarrassed.

It popped back into its proper form, and I sat on its lap. I felt supported, embraced by the wings and arms, it felt solid, and was warm just like I am. It had expressive eyes and was quite gentle.

'Can I have a feather?' I asked with my most wondrously excited smile. It reached up and plucked one, as I reached out to touch it, He placed the feather somehow inside my heart center. It felt quite warm and content. Then He had to go.

Tonight He came back. I took notes.

S: we don't use words. Only concepts.
C: (eyes on his face, in full listening mode, like I am with a patient.)

S: brings fists together, thumb to thumb.
Pulls fists apart horizontally.
Brings fists together again, thumb to thumb.
Raises fists up overhead, arms fully extended
Opens hands and makes rain-like gestures with wiggling fingers all the way down in front of Him.

THIS IS LIGHT

S: fists draw together, fingers to fingers.
Pops open hands to make a heart, thumbs bent to make the top of the heart, and fingers as the sides of the heart.

THIS IS LOVE (AFFECTION)

S: brings fists together vertically, one on top of the other, both fists thumbs up.

THIS IS HARMONY

S: Hands rubbing each other as in washing hands, palms and backs of hands.

THIS IS HEALING

S: Opens and closes hands fingers up, palms out toward me, rapidly

THIS IS LIGHT

S: shows me a handshake, horizontal, before my eyes

THIS IS FRIENDSHIP AND TRUST.
EVERYTHING WILL BUILD ON THAT

Eyes Closed to Eyes Open

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  My Gift is words and I will not be denied. Just a mantra I have to do before I write and it will not always be the same. Hello, my name is Darryl Gene Hufstedler. Yes I'm a real person. Look it up.  The title is my journey. Will you travel with me? All inquiries are welcome. I will do the best I can. You will have to dig deeper for my galactic name because i don't even know it...just kidding. No really what is it? I have been on this trip for awhile and have been on what i felt was the right path only to discover that I have been running into the wall of un-enlightenment. Believe me there are alot of paths that lead NOWHERE. I like to use "proper english" what a joke. THE TRUE LANGUAGE IS LOVE. Wow, myself in battle with MYSELF. When was the last time you questioned your own thinking? Isn't it about time you did? No I'm fine. I have been an observer and realized that my place is more. What do I do? AHHHH. My eyes are crusty and dry from the tears I've shed for the life I've wasted. Is it really wasted or a life experienced? Who knows? I know because I've lived it. I am setting this up as a human story. So please connect and expand on this GRAND DESIGN. Has anyone done that game where you improvise a story from where the other person left off and so on? I was not meaning to sound so negative, just starting a story.   

 

 

           Love to all.

  

 

            

DEEPLY AWAKE - THE PRIEST AND THE NURSE

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DEEPLY AWAKE – THE PRIEST AND THE NURSE

 

I want to tell you a story about a lifetime lived in the middle ages. There was a boy who was terribly abused and neglected by his parents. He knew nothing but bitterness and hatred. He was surrounded by unhappy, mean and cruel people.

 

He found the church, and found that he responded well to the structure and the dogma which contained the people within the faith. He learned, grew, and took on more and more responsibility, more and more power, in his church.

 

A novitiate came to him. The priest chose this novitiate to work out some of his pain. The priest felt there were demons everywhere, and did not understand that the demons were projections of his own pain. He took an interest in this novitiate, but soon enough, found that mentally torturing this novitiate was far more satisfying than teaching, explaining or giving anything to him.

 

The priest drove the novitiate mad. Messed with his reality to the point of madness. The novitiate became so tortured, so insane, that he killed himself.

 

After that, the priest felt pride. He understood that things changed with his flock after that. He no longer had anyone's respect. But he had their fear. He had their disgust. He had their obedience. And it was WONDEFUL.

 

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