Not by Wrath do you get things done, but by laughter and dance. Killing does not do it, but dancing does. The only God I will aspire to Love is the one who dances.
Open your hearts, open your homes, open your purses, because now you are on your own. I am now choosing to go off to other projects and here is where I start. Killing spirits of gravity, is a long lengthy process. Those who think themselves able to just steal, steal our children, steal our country, steal our family life, and not inform the tax payer, hello here we are. These are our women and children. I choose to differ in perspective, as you cannot. This is our democracy, our children, and if you go after our women in this country, there is a whole group of women that will eat you alive today from all over the world. It does not matter who or what you are, what matters is you Dance. I learned to walk before I learned to run, and I learned to fly after I learned to walk and when I learned to fly, I chose not to be pushed. Now I am as light as a fly, and I see beneath my own wings, and God dances through me. FACTS just like I said.
Life is hard to bare, and if some males are aggressive, we will push back hard. If I wanted to shake a tree beneath where I sit, I would never be able to do it alone. The currents we cannot see, torture and bend in whatever direction it pleases, as it is by invisible hands we all beat torture.
The more he aspires to height, the more light it takes. The more your roots must reach into the depths of the earth, and let enlightenment work through the hands of God. As changing so fast then my today refutes yesterday. The frost of my aloneness makes me quiver. My contempt and longing for growth at the time makes me grow at the same time. and the more I climb the more evil I see. I pray let me stay centred and not let go of hope, for those whose perception grows too, grow obvious and all too clear. My tall trees stand lonely in the mountains, and it grows higher and higher above man and beast, and the tree spoke but was not understood. It dwells near the seat of the cloud and waits for the lightening to strike. I wait for you on sapien shores as I share with you a place.
My heart tears, better than words can ever say and your eyes tell me of dangers, and not the freedom I search for, a freedom from caring. I am the last star of the East with wicked instincts, and the wild dog that calls for freedom from her prison, and we bark as soon as you open the door. The soul becomes clever and a liberated spirit purifying itself and making her eyes pure from all the evil that she sees. Oh yes, my Love I beseech thee and never throw me away, for my Love and hope I will never ever give them away. They are my God’s to dance through me.
Written by Carolyn d Hogarth Canada
Thus she spoke…..and will again if the need arise.