Saturday, June 29, 2013

who you gonna call?......not me!

6/29/2013
paranormal investigators proclaim they’ve moved out of the dark ages and are now using science as their ghost hunting regimen. many of them rely upon several instruments to validate this premise. this may be so; I’ve watched some of these groups on t.v. they seem to be adept at making contact and interacting with “spirit” entities. something bothers me, though…the vocabulary hasn’t changed. assumptions remain that all entities are dead and reside in an afterlife, orbs are spirits, these wandering souls appear to us through some anomalous portal, they return or stay because of some emotional connection to the life they lived in a place…same bottom line. “Give us a sign of your presence” is the standard phrase and often, when they get a response, it scares the poop out of them! they never ask, “are you someone who’s passed out of this life or are you someone from another dimension?”. they should ask, because I firmly believe, in most of these circumstances, all of us are influenced by, and/or sharing existence with other-dimensional personages. I’ve had occasions to experience this to the extent that I have no doubt of the statements’ validity.

orbs, for instance, can be insects or dust particles, usually never seen by the naked eye but on photos or instrument panels. there are people who’ve actually seen orbs. I have, but primarily only at certain periods of time and they’re not exactly spirits, but much more. I’ve encountered persons in other dimensions, especially lately notably, a small group of them, 3 of which seem to have a vested interest in my life. I don’t know who they are, consciously, but I must know them in some facet of my being. it’s an interesting relationship, humorous, sometimes, but disconcerting at others. these people are focused on areas of humanity a bit different from ours. I wonder if they lack imagination for they seem to use ours for their own entertainment. they remind me of the coyote mentality. they can change shape to be what they want or who and mimic exactly persons who are known to us. they love to tease!

in light of this new-found knowledge, I’m skeptical of anyone claiming to be a dead relative of mine. sorry, mediums and psychics, don’t waste your time on me. I wouldn’t make a good ghost hunter; I can get heebie-jeebies just like the next guy, but my attitude would never fit in. J

Friday, June 28, 2013

maximum haiku...for fun

Windy

Swooshing through my home
By way of open windows,
The raging, fierce breeze.


80 DEGREES in OCTOBER

Blossoms newly born
Birds in panic so confused
Autumn summertime


Musicale
The motion of trees
Dancing with the singing wind
Makes its own music


Bahavista

Peering at blossoms,
One finds dimensions untold.
Aahh, the world of small!


Candle

Flicker of flame’s light
Breeze-kissed in the flow’ring night
Gives hope a new name.





CEMETERY SUMMER

Green resplendent trees
Stand as sentinels guarding;
Man alone intrudes.


Interior Decorator

Blossoms for curtains
Outside my manmade window
Luring Nature in.


Menu

Sun precedes the day
Of rain expected later;
Mother Nature’s best!


Rainbow

Prisms of promise
Arched above my window view
Rain-painted colored 


RAINY SUNDAY

Such a Poe-ish day
Does not belong to summer
Sunday in the park!




SECRETS

Breeze whisper-talking
To leaves trembling laughingly
Secrets of Nature.


TONAL

You cannot refute
The charm of a flute
Playing nicely with breezes


TRUE GRIT

Green leaves among gold
Defy designs of Autumn
Clinging to summer.


Wake Up Call

Magpies chattering
In throes of hysteria
Shatter morning calm.


Where’s Lunch?

The long sleek cobra,
Coiling, skinny, hungering
Tongue testing for food





Brew
Beans, brown, dark brown, ground,
Make mornings a brewed delight
Of Self, sight, smells, sound


Cemetery Autumn

Bright colors now gone
Sentinels stand in drab garb
And vigilant still


Distraction

Scent of the blossoms
Pulls me away from dire thoughts
Love’s magnet to Life


Grace

Your Taste is Divine
Dear Meat, You serve my purpose
Thanks for Your Giving


Guest

Talking picture box
Bringing worlds into my home
A television





LIFE JACKET

Soul drowning in tears
Desp'rately gasping for breath
Spirit rescues it


Mirrored

Nosy reflection
Doppelganger  intimate
Tell me I’m pretty


Never Bored

Like frail butterflies
My thoughts flit from bloom to bloom
Life-pollen dusting

Nipped in the Bud

Artichoke delight
Consumed before your blooming
Will you grow within?


Sixty-three.  Done.

Candles on my cake
Outshining Haley’s comet
Light the nighttime sky!





To Know

So much to still learn!
May I never cease searching
For Light in the Dark!


WAVERING


We pray to escape
The seductive mortal state
While fearing to leave


Why Did I Come In Here?

Like a fleet rabbit
Memory runs from recall
Teasing from afar.


WRITER’S BLOCK

Muse, sideways glancing,
Withdraws from informing me
And makes Life austere.


Aching

Mother Nature’s pain
Must be akin to my own
Which makes us grumpy!





After This

I shall not return
As Thing, Plant, or Animal,
But shine evermore!

APRIL'S BINGE

Raging, reeling wind
Let me sniff your reeking breath.
Aha! I smell snow!


Catastrophe

War mimics Nature
In power of destruction
For diff’rent reasons


Crying Angels

Melancholy souls
Shed not your tears of sorrow
On my happy day


Having Aged

Me in the sunset;
Older, shorter, feistier;
Grateful for offspring!






Hmmmmm

I think I have found
The One Self that I ponder
But still I wonder


HOME

Fall and fireflies reign
In memories of my home
That place of first life


IF I COULD

With my fingertip
I’d trace a new direction
For errant mortals


In Closing

Regrets, I’ve a few.
I do not beg forgiveness;
That I leave to you.


Judith Evelyn

Daughter, rarest gem,
Mitochondrial legend
Life-substance giving





LEISURE

Body settles down
To gravity surrendered
Life becomes serene



Nightmare

There in my dreaming
The fright overtakes my soul.
I gasp, wake; alive!


Rewrite

Lurking in the wings
The days I’ve yet to welcome
While I change the script


COLD YUMMY

White crunchy fat snow
Cake frosting layered on thick
Transforms the landscape


Eternal

Bodies all must die
But spirits live forever
In Raptures Sublime




High Country

Hard-edged are the folks
Who run the high chaparral
In strong, free spirit





HURRICANE

God heaves a great storm
With sorrow and shame imbued.
We give it a name.


Nocturne

What great adventures
Courageous Souls encounter
While sleep-traveling!


Pay Attention

Angels on shoulders
Competing, oft, tirelessly
For our attention


Populace

Beings fill the Earth
Some standing out from the herd
But most still zombies



PRAY ERS

The gods like us more
When we’re needy and woeful
And we talk to them




PYRA

Old dreams die hardest
With roots that suck your lifeblood
Requiring great heat


REVELATION

Firecracker popping
Brain cells exploded blasting
Words on printed page


REWARD

Faith grows from small grain
To seedling of promise which
Bursts forth with rich fruit


TSK, TSK

Man too oft displays
Bewildering behavior
Which makes the gods gasp!



Worldly

Careless Lemming-man
Why rush to your destruction
Forsaking the prize?



Cabin Fever

Please send some springtime
I’m so weary of dreary
My eyes are gone pale!


Creator

Worlds are in my words
Lived in by all who read them
And give them credence


CROW HUMOR

Loud raucous laughter
From rowdy crows overhead
I missed the punch line


EARLY BIRD

Robin in the rain
You need a winter muffler
As drops become flakes






FAMILIARITY

Your words that I read
Are spoken with my own voice
Ringing through my soul



NOT SPRING YET

Clouds mask the bright sun
Not in Mardi Gras fashion
But making life dark


Pale Orb Rising

Man face on the moon
Peering at our silly lives
Do we make you smile?


Say What ?!

Truth is not much fun
Integrity is boring
Lies are justified


Say Who?!

I’m more than you see;
Daughter of the Almighty
And son of Jacob


Spread the Word

Worlds are in my words
Lived in by all who read them
Sanctioned by their souls


String Section

Bow-legged fashion
crickets stroke their violins
in Night's dark corners


SUGAR COATED

Angels put the clouds
Through giant cosmic sifters
Sugar-snowing earth


WELCOME

Enjoy the cool breeze
Sensing the essence of warmth
When Spring comes back home


Up and Away

Crazy old woman
Blowing bubbles in the rain
Where does your mind go?


TONAL

You cannot refute
The charm of a flute
Playing nicely with breezes

                                                copyright 2013




Monday, June 24, 2013

writer's cramp?

Rewrite

Lurking in the wings
The days I’ve yet to welcome
While I change the script


brel flynn aka maggie huffman
©2005
6/24/2013

actually, changing the script can only affect one’s future. we don’t live our lives regularly as a stage play…in spite of Shakespeare’s opinion. usually, we don’t rehearse, but sometimes life conditions us for our “performance”. overall, it’s good to spend time as a human being; the experiences of learning and exploring are valuable beyond measure. if all the world is a stage, I hope I can say that I’ve rendered my part commendably.


Wednesday, June 19, 2013

we can handle the truth

6/19/2013
Reminiscing: Puff, the Breeze (or wind…?)   nine years old, one month before my 10th birthday; a school play. Mother made the costume from directions sent home by the teacher. I recall vividly the mood of the performance and the onus of responsibility upon me, the lead “dancer”. It was a follow-the-leader situation…the other girls mimicked my movements. one of those girls, I think the last one in line, glared at me with death-ray intensity as if angry and I didn’t know why. My sole intent was to move so that we looked breezy, yet make my movements easy for the others to follow. Most of all, I remember that girl’s hateful stare that deferred smiling. And so it has been throughout my life. I’ve often suspected jealousy at work…and I can’t tell you what anyone has to be jealous of me about. I’m pondering that query now that I’m enjoying my septuagenarian years. I’m beginning to think it’s just more of the conditioning aspect of Othervision preparation. We do need to put effort into our inner journey to reinforce intent.
Happy Mothers’ Day!




                                                           9 years old :)

6/19/2013
the inner exploration is a singular experience. the freedom is all-encompassing…from religions, dogmas, cults, belief systems, supernatural and paranormal practices…everything man has created to attempt compatibility with the great unknown. we can’t handle the truth, yet. it doesn’t surprise me that no one is interested in what I have to say since most of us fear truth or don’t want the responsibility. no problem…I know what I know, I’ve done what I’ve done; the culling is intense now and a door is unlocked that was closed to us before. change is coming in due time.

The Clay Personified
I AM A VESSEL.
Pour into me what you will.
I've been molded, shaped, pounded,
pummeled...lined...stained...
cut, smashed, formed...
caressed into being.
I've been glazed in the
intense heat of hell.
I've solidified.
Not hardened, mind you, for that
implies unyielding, unfeeling.
I AM A VESSEL.
A container for your soul's residue.
Pour into me what you will.
Empty me, discard the wastes.
Wash me in cleansing tears.
Dry me with soft touches.
I stand ready to receive
the next offering.

©2013 gryfyn flynn mjh

everything old is new again

August 2, 2006

It is possible for Earth's inhabitants to enjoy the landscape of a "reigning Christ" state without the necessity of the compelling factor, i.e., the actual appearance of a greater being who will rule the world. That may happen, but the information to achieve the harmonious, peaceful existence was made available to mankind hundreds of decades ago in our documented history. Is that what we're waiting for, the One who comes back and rights all wrongs and sets forth mandates to follow? Haven't we engaged in this default mentality long enough? If we can know the truth and it will set us free, I say let's go for it!

August 7, 2006

Not much visual activity occurring lately, but I'm more acutely aware of deep consciousness activity on the level of one-on-one with other "beings" who resemble the human type of personage. I can sense the necessity of such enterprise in line with my decision to pursue publication of my Gryfyn Files. As the days have progressed my intent has become more firm. I called Hay House Publishing and requested a copy of their submission guidelines, which should arrive by snail mail shortly. I refuse to allow any negative moods and concentrate on applying my "faith power" full bore.

My appointment for dish satellite installation was August 10th, but the early afternoon of the 1st I received a call from an installer who asked if it were possible to do the job that day. Sure! There were inhibitors that cropped up and then dispensed with and the installation was satisfactorily completed. The package I chose has its limits but the vistas open to me now are just right and the Gryfyn has been thoroughly engaged in stretching the gray matter this week! Love it!!!

August 16, 2006: not much activity; during a full moon there's seldom much to see, usually. This week, however, on different occasions, I've seen the following: a lovely, pastel lilac/pink color, nearly transparent just below my right shoulder; slightly above it were a few transparent disc shapes; they were just lingering there but so lovely & I had a feeling of peace and love. Another day, I became aware that my  Mind sphere was moving very fast with no effort of intent on my part; we were passing small clumps of the grayish clouds along the way; after several seconds I perceived, rather far below us, what I first thought was a huge library with books on the shelves but then realized I was looking at buildings lining a narrow, winding street; the particular one I thought was shelving seemed to be the largest with small, multi-colored windows as though they were posters instead and the length of it followed a curve in the road. We moved more slowly and soon came upon a vast group of people dressed in dark clothing all facing the same direction. They completely filled the narrow street. There were no sidewalks or vehicles visible. One tall figure was wearing a hat which reminded me of that which a Jewish rabbi wears. I didn't continue looking, but I wish I had because I wonder who they were and where they were going!
Another day I received a visit from the familiar green color & the blue globe, very close to me! Just this morning, again right up to my face, came a small deep, plum color with a trace of the dark energy. As it came closer, the plum became more purple and quite shimmery! What fun! I couldn't resist a playful urge and held it in my hand and stirred it around and it grew larger and it seemed we were playing! The blue and green were there, too, but paler. What a treat! The interactions with other beings continues in the sleep state, but nothing about which I have vivid recall.

RANDOM THOUGHTS

Dichotomous Species   (May 21, 2006)
Humans are a dichotomous species. The “Christians” claim to be “children of God” and “brothers of Christ” yet they deny their innate heritage to become as gods themselves! They want only what the Bible offers and nothing more! They want “Heaven” to be an actual place where angels lounge on clouds and all eternity is filled with halcyon peace and rest; yet violence is at work there, according to the Bible, and “soldiers” are needed. Christ stated his yoke is easy and his burden is light, yet many zealots engage in murder to “cleanse” mankind of a supposed imbecile mentality! Christ stated he came to bring peace on the one hand then at another time said he came to bring a sword. So many dichotomies are at work that the actual, absolute truth is hidden somewhere within the dust of all the commotion. One must rise above the frenzy to find true answers. Searching within is the method. It’s a major challenge and not many will make the attempt.
“Finding God” or a firm belief in the god concept is an excellent start. We imagine an all-powerful being perfect in every way. To behave in a manner we think is acceptable to this infallible magnificence is an excellent exercise in self-discipline. If a sort of divine discontent nags at you, respond to it in faith and good will. It’s there for a reason. When you proceed on that pathway you’ll find you can change negative influences or, at least, diminish them. The yoke then becomes easier and the burden lighter on the one hand while you shoulder responsibility for your choices and accept your cosmic and supernatural lineage on the other.
Every personality lives life for specific purposes and we are given talents or tools necessary for the jobs. We are allowed to make choices and may possibly fail to fulfill a pre-contracted project. We may also decide to adopt other enterprises during our planet life. Gaining insight and honing intuition will enable greater understanding in this area. Some of the personalities might just need a break from extreme effort and want to enjoy an easy, carefree existence for awhile. Whatever the case, all choices have purpose to be achieved on some level.

GENIUS
This is an interesting word in the English language; the dictionary refers to genus, which defines a family of species as well as the standard statement of higher intelligence capacity. The Thesaurus is more expansive, of course, but notable is the similar definition of spirit in both books. Personally, I favor the reference to creative thought because it’s that which is absolutely available to one and all whatever life’s circumstances. Accepting Christ as Lord, son of God and Man, Savior of mankind who will reign supreme over the earth enables mankind to realize the possibility of genius capabilities and traits. Living, breathing creatures could be classified within their diverse species and under the genus of a God-created grouping. I am unable to comprehend why we humans refuse to believe in our own genius lineage. To be “all we can be” in earth life, we should try to discover what we were and/or can become.
The Christ example enlightens humans to the ultimate possibilities but we disdain to try and fulfill them. We won’t all go traipsing about the countryside preaching and teaching; we don’t need to; we have information at hand from previous methods. The proselytizing should now be within the individual; challenge Self; explore our own thoughts and imaginings. Be charitable toward yourself and use faith and hope in the effort. You might be surprised to learn that you’re more Christ-like than you realized without all the extraneous trappings. Life can more tolerable and interesting, but you won’t know if you don’t try!



December 8, 2006

Obviously, as a journal-keeper, I'm tenacious only in the short term! But the brain and mind never cease; only the Muse is fickle!

The kingdom of heaven, as I perceive it, is comprised of energies and entities which adhere to a "higher law" from which we mortal humans may access the particular tenets and requisites. Within us, we have prior knowledge but allow amnesia to veil it from the brain of the species to facilitate free will. They do not judge or predict or manipulate. Their purpose is support and documentation of those individuals to whom they are dedicated in service. They tolerate our choices and behaviors, even violence. Balance must be maintained, however, and Good must exist to even out the Bad. Who decides what's good and what's bad? We puny humans, of course, and being the resourceful species we are, hindered by the filmy veil of amnesia, we create our own version of higher and lesser law. Presently, for the discerning individual, we are able to see how the violent are taking the kingdom of heaven by force. A warrior god was created for empowerment and a foe called a devil, fallen from grace, was needed for justification.

Through the ages, truths have been hidden and secrets kept from public knowledge by the most powerful and conniving power trippers. Fortunately, veils are meant to be lifted and many mere humans have struggled to bore through the amnesia and escape the trap of the veil. The kingdom of heaven minions will support those efforts. Truth Absolute is possible and imminent but we must continue our efforts and the scale, needing balance lest it collapse, will fill with violence on the one hand, simultaneously. Natural aggression exists on all levels; it's necessary for advancement and evolution. Order is necessary to minimize chaos and maintain balance; thus we have the condition of society on the planet.

I'm inclined to believe the human population outnumbers the kingdom of heaven inhabitants. Fortunately for us, they never sleep and work with us tirelessly and faithfully. I also believe that the veil becomes heavier for those individuals who decline to make any effort to reconnect with the Truth hidden under the amnesia. This would block efforts by our kingdom friends to assist and they would be reassigned to those humans who strive for and seriously seek the precious knowledge. 


December 19, 2006:  evolution of natural aggression

Why is there so much violence among humanity on this planet? Aggression is a primary natural characteristic of consciousness and is tolerated, even honored, by those entities and energies who function in the dimension free of mortal encumbrances. Personally, I consider the "kingdom of heaven" reference attributable to that dimension. The statement in our "Bible" that "the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence and the violent take it by force" significantly informs one. Combine freedom of choice, natural aggression and amnesia of our true existence and you have the perfect recipe for violent behavior.

When we fail to strive to achieve our personal truth, distancing ourselves from our cosmic roots, we jeopardize the potential to reach full capacity of our innate capabilities. The time-worn process is not faulty in that it gives ample opportunity for exploration and education while we Moderns prevail in our earthly adventures. It is a method to separate the wheat from the chaff, as well. Surely there is a limit, however. I venture to say that we have reached said limit in our earthly pursuits! Time has no impact in other cosmic dimensions but on a chronological level, enough, already! The teeter-totter is unbalanced and in danger of collapsing!

Metaphorically, a flattened balance implement provides a level playing field. The negative aspect is that violence can hurt and is scary! Those less inclined can be strong-armed to submit to the strength and fear. So it has been through the ages. Aggression is necessary and unavoidable. It's given credence in every religious endeavor as a means of justification. What can be done to restore balance? Go "in", my friends. Do the inner search for your personal truth. Face yourself and your fears and issues. Express your dismay and anguish of the state of our planet where it really counts! Strengthen your cosmic connection and rediscover the power within. That is your enduring contribution to the never-ending creativity innate in the Universe!