Upping my Game

Dear Universe,

I’m ready to step up my game.
It’s now getting lame to keep playing the little games.

I’m ready now for the twin flame.
Ready for him when ready the same.

I realize now what this means,
time to see where I hold onto shame.

Time to love & free the places I’m bound in hatred.
Time to walk through more fucking flames.

I’m not getting any younger.
Hiding in fear works no longer.

So I’m ready. #bringit!
I’ll be waiting off stage right…

Eternally Yours in Love,
Tiffany C. Being Free

[drops mic and walks off stage]
fuck, did I go the right way?!

Namaste
__/|\__ Ananda & Metta
2016.02.25

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Reclaiming Our Power 

We give people power over us when we believe the lies they have told us.

Break through to the truth and see yourself as you truly are: beautiful and infinite manifestations of Creation!

Be the change you wish to see in this world.~Ghandi

Take your power back! Be the Love. Be the Light.

Acknowledge the lies, surrender your Will and allow the truth to fill you, your vessel.

Give away the stone…the anchor…transmutate it into Gold….

The Grudge

~more messages from the Abyss 

Namaste

__/|\__ Ananda & Metta

2016.02.26

Mission: A Singing Heart

Today, my mission is to do things that make my heart sing.

When I am happy, it is contagious.

When I do things that make my heart sing, I can help others to do the same.

Paying it forward, today.

Won’t you please join me?

Let’s make this world a better fucking place!

another treasure from the abyss: the desire for true bliss!

When each person’s candle that is lit, we each begin to see more clearly.
~Tiffanybeingfree

Namaste
__/|\__ Ananda & Metta

2016.02.26

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Treasures from the Abyss

Last night at this hour, I was near the bottom of my murky descent.
It seems that I had a lot to clear while the weather was so turbulent.

Diving deeply, breathing labored.
Eyes swollen, crying ugly.

As I slept, I gained some ascent.
By morning, still some sadness overhanging.

Deep in meditation, I received guidance.
“Love the parts, completely, that irritate you.”

After grounding myself, and connecting with the Heavens,
I dropped down into my heart’s caverns.

I felt the love of my children, my babies,
I allowed it to expand outwardly.

Imaging the love engulfing, consuming,
completely filling the parts that were irritating.

My ascent was almost nearing the ending.
But some sadness still lingered.

While at work, a patient, the most irritating probably ever,
sat before me, seething, searing and glaring at me.

I began to wrap love ’round parts that wanted to spit mean words.
Reluctantly at first, I wrapped that love around her.

Her countenance did change, it did improve.
But only enough for me to finish my groove.

She was still rather unpleasant to the front office.
The buried treasure I unearthed kept me from some of her vengeance.

~~~

Another gem: for each ounce of sadness I surrendered into
yesterday and today, I have gained back in happiness.
The biggest challenge is letting go of the resistance; the part
that doesn’t want to feel. “You’ve got to feel it to heal it!”

~~~

A gem that was shared with me after my meditation tonight,
“You gotta love the suck!,” my interpretation: getting through
the suck helps us to pull up from the muck.
If you can’t love it, at least allow it to be what it is: sucky.

Namaste
__/|\__ Metta
2016.02.25

Image: Google

 

blowing the ballasts: a return to buoyancy

metal vessel creeks, moans

water seeps along interior walls,

under benthic depths pressure builds,

descending further, abysmic lightless

no sight.

~~

releasing my breath in bubbles,

nothing left to give, apathy sets in.

ballasts filled with cold heavy water,

the descent continues.

~~

like a wet blanket words and fires

asphyxiated. hard to hear muses

ears popping, muffling voices.

only faith and radar pings

navigation brings.

~~

feeling breathless, broken,

sinking further, uncharted

hull unbreachead, seeking,

searching, myself, beseeched.

~~

taking no more depth, now finally

surrendering the weight of my breath

and pain i turn now, ready to ascend

again. “blow the ballasts!,” i shout.

~~

sunlight penetrates murky depths

benthic below me, empathy returns

finding in heart spaces, forgiveness

for myself, hardest to give & receive.

~~

breaching, no longer beseaching.

lost; now found.

new heart spaces recovered.

another return to positive buoyancy.

~~~

Namaste

__/|\__ Metta

2016.02.25

Image: Google

the abysmal descent

the dive began over a week ago.

moments of bliss intermix,

Lucid dreams, sweet bliss

Now seem just a memory.

Diving headlong, how far

Down the rabbit hole

Before I forget how to

find my way back home?

~~

The pressure of the

Benthic zone presses

On bones and ears.

The pain, not quite excruciating

Makes it hard to hear my muse.

Left dazed and somewhat confused.

Resisting the surrender.

The very thing I know

To be the key to my release

And return to the surface

To breathe again

To see with emerald eyes again

To feel bliss again

(Know friends I’m slowly ascending)

•••

Image: Google

I swallow

the words I’d 

rather spit.

How to nicely 

say to someone

shut 

the 

fuck 

up?!

The rare time I’d rather spit,

than swallow.

Not very spiritual,

I know.

Worse to hold it in, though.

starseeds v finale: a duet

Etheric feelings; sweet mist, hearts melded, together floating downwards
through clouds of shared passion and bliss.
Intimacy sealed through lovers’ kiss,
how to deal with the depth of all this?

~~

I am found in you as a flickering flame
that glows without, explanation or game.
The embers that my heart holds,
are lit by your loving embrace the same,
as two becomes one on a lighted stage.

~~

At home together, bound yet free,
the two as one thrive to see.
The storms we know will all pass,
as one with sun, stars and moon,
that it would guide our compass true.

~~

Two seeds, finally found at last,
it breathes anew a breath of life.
In sync where two of our kind,
beats to a drum that fills the mind,
two hearts in love finally found.

~~

Struck by a chord to rise above the crowd,
never alone or lonely, even in missing,
sharing the passions of the same heart.
Speechless, sharing of many thoughts,
from a connection oh, so profound.

~~

A yearning calls for a physical touch,
a las, two worlds kept apart,
as if an anchor pulled heaven from earth.
And in between is the spirit of the soul,
Starseeds, Angels born in search of its whole.

~~

a duet ~ written in collaboration by
Tiffany and Antony

Thank you, Ax, for such an amazing experience with this. From my first duet that we built into a series. I look forward to the next dance, my friend! Love, Cara

starseeds series

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