Bring it in… come on back, get in here. Let’s live right here in this moment for a sec, together. It’s circa the 21st century & 2020 wound to a close successfully, & we made it in one piece! Going forward, we now can assimilate our beings to the tune of the new energies dancing in the ether all around us. Unless you live under a rock, you can feel the monumental planetary shift, even if just a little. What we are calling “The New Earth” is dawning.
We are embarking upon decade 2 of this century & whether you are a millennial, Boomer, Gen-Xer, younger, or older… you are here right now for a reason. Your soul has chosen to be here on Earth at this time to participate in the prospering of our nation, world, & human species. It may not look like it, but appearances can be deceiving. We are now more than ever, willing to concede as a species, as the old egoic fear-based consciousness goes into retirement for good. For THE GOOD of mankind.
There indeed is a bee in my halo, but it is nesting peacefully, so I can get all my work done without all the buzz. I dare not disturb him or ruffle his sharp sticky honey-baked fuzz.
I might have a bee in my halo, but it’s a golden one with little golden hairs & a cute wiley grin. He’s been there for several weeks now, just keeping an eye on my nose & chin.
Bees are good omens anyway, they are wonderous totems symbolic of grandeur, sweetness, beauty & luck. They send out signals to angels & faeries to make sure our lives don’t royally sting or suck.
As long as I only have the one, surely not two or three… or I’d be running straight up a tree. More than that, I’d scare the cat. I’d be compelled to scream & shout, & thrash about, trying to shake the dang darn things out.
One bee is fine. It’s actually quite divine. I don’t mind. It’s like having a pet I don’t have to coerce to the vet, that never begs or bites my legs, I don’t have train or walk in the rain.
Which is quite nice, & handy… especially when I have a hankering for honey spun candy. It’s also kinda sacred & silly, like a Buddha named Billy, or a storybook moon in the middle of June at noon in a cartoon outside of a saloon.
I might have a bee in my halo, but he’s well behaved with manners. He actually has cool ideas, sings me songs sometimes & makes sure I never walk underneath ladders.
Bees can be kind pals, as long as you respect their mini fangs & quiet little bee growls, & never invite their swarmy little friends by for dandelion tea or succulent pie.
Your halo will get awfully tired of gleaming, & tilt right over into a hive of bees teaming. Then we will be short a haloed friend in town, & that would be a holy heck of a sad way for this poem to go down.
Back in the late nineties, I had a job once as a teacher’s aide at a daycare center in Northeast Philly. I was 23 & my 19-year-old partner in crime coworker & I used to meet up early every day right before work to burn a joint down in her car out back in the alley. Afterward, we would frolic like besties into the place, all pie-eyed & giggly, clock in & proceed to basically play with a bunch of 2 to 6-year-olds for 5 hours. It was a ball, let me tell you. But then, it only took a few weeks for me to see what was really going on beneath it all.
I began to notice that the teachers were not high like us... they were STONED… off of something way stronger than weed. They were on Xannies, Percs, & Vicodins. And instead of the narcotics making these pre-school teachers more chill, they made them intolerant & impatient & they screamed & yelled at the children in a really abrasive way. They crossed the line by pulling at shirts, squeezing arms & shoving them into their seats. It was not pleasant behavior to witness. And for those of you who know my story, that definitely was a true trigger for me, especially back in my early 20s. There was no way I was gonna continue to stand by & let that kind of child abuse happen on my watch.
Not to mention, these teachers were clearly jaded, had no real passion for the job, & were not happy campers, to say it lightly. I attempted to have a concerned chat or two with them, but they all seemed to be in a teacher bitch-click of sorts that my friend & I were not welcome in. We were only menial aides that made 6 dollars an hour, after all. All the while, to top it all off, every toy in the entire daycare facility was grimy, dirty, germy & never cleaned, even though I & my friend attempted to do so. It was a double whammy of toxicity, between the teachers & toys. No wonder why these kids were always sniveling, whiny & sick.
To make a long story short, I wrote a long detailed letter to the administration on behalf of what I intently thought was right. And I had two things said to me after she read it & called me into her office. One, “you belong in Montessori school,” & two, “we are gonna have to let you go.” Well, one… I had no idea what a Montessori school was, & literally had to look it up in an actual dictionary cause it was like 1997. Two, that day… they ripped me from all those little precious relationships I had, up to & including my cool ass little hippie chic weed-mate. The kids cried, I cried, it was awful. And that was it. Game over.
The Montessori method of education is an educational method developed by Italian physician Maria Montessori. Emphasizing independence, it views children as naturally eager for knowledge and capable of initiating learning in a sufficiently supportive and well-prepared learning environment. A Montessori education develops students who are capable, accountable, knowledgeable people who have the strong sense of self they will need to thrive in the real world.
Well, no one will ever send me home sobbing again, with my heart in my hand & my dignity all wrinkled up in a ball in my pocket. I plan to be heard & promoted to CEO this time around. I am retiring the “Undercover Boss” role. I will be dropping the word undercover, so I can just be BOSS. I didn’t write a letter this time, I wrote TWO BOOKS. I have created a fight song, for not only our children, but for our planet, the animals & our very souls.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history. It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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Welcome to the Age of Aquarius, where everything we have ever known is changing. The collective is crashing from the long-drawn-out temporary high of 3D linear living. The veil is thinning fast, 5D is dawning. Secrets & lies just don’t fly anymore. The golden age of humanity has already begun. Don’t risk getting your tail stuck on the side of the road, cop the ultimate travel guides here.
It has been 100 years since the Industrial Revolution. We now live in a world today where everything is controlled, monitored, & otherwise owned, dominated & ruled by corporations. This is indeed a “man’s world.” However, the “great awakening” began to creep slowly into the mainstream about 30+ years ago, even though we have been waking up in clusters for decades prior. Lo & behold, now there are those of us who have come out of the “cosmic closet” completely & we are no longer hiding our rights to truth, freedom, liberty & the real pursuit of happiness, which is honoring our true “God identity.” This “man’s world” is crumbling.
The camp that is conscious & awakening, ascending & learning to sustain 5D consciousness is at a critical mass.
This means that at least 51% of humans on the planet at this time are at this stage. If there are 7 & a half billion people on the planet, there are 3-billion 750 million & one folks “packing their bags” for New Earth. This critical mass thus is causing “The Shift” on the planet, as we begin to finally collectively undergo a planetary transformation on a grand scale that cannot be denied.
December 21, 2020 was a very special winter solstice. It was a landmark event in the time-space continuum that will go down in history.
It was the mark of the end of “The Dark Ages” of man. In Sanskrit, it is called the Kali Yuga: the age of conflict. We have been in a string of dark ages for quite some time. On 12.21.20, humanity officially birthed the Age of Aquarius. In Sanskrit, it is called Satya Yuga or Krita Yuga, which is the age of truth, virtue and righteousness. The Ancient Atlantean ones lived in this age long ago, & now we have come full circle. Let us rejoice… for finally, humanity has come to this beautiful dawning of the ages.
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Remember back in the day, when people used to say: “Wow, look at them, they are really ahead of their time!” Indeed, maybe you were a trendsetter in your day. If I was a Casio keyboard prodigy or Rubik’s Cube solver, I’d be in some small hall of fame I bet. But for a kid to be rattling on about social reform or reinventing religion…? There were too many unaddressed issues plaguing our society back then for anyone to be taking the little ole scrappy version of me seriously.
When I was a teen & young adult, people seemed to think I was delusional because I spoke in far-out utopian terms & had all kinds of hypothetical ideologies about stuff.
In the house I grew up in, there was a dusty bookshelf in the rec-room, that no one paid any attention to but me. There were these two books beside the old 1970s partial set of frayed army green encyclopedias. One, was on “Parapsychology” & two, was called “Utopia.”You do the math. I was always searching for answers ever since I can remember. I thought I had a kind of pioneering spirit, but folks tended to resist my ideas, calling them crazy talk.
Sunday dinners with the family proved to have more than a few short fuses blown when it came to any topics that might shatter the dream of the ole status quo. But that didn’t stop me.
Every time I write a book, I think anyone can do it, but not anyone can do it. It takes a mighty batch of guts, savvy & courage to say what you have to say with conviction. Unless you’re writing a novel… ya can’t fib, bend the truth, or pretend ya fact-checked it with a wink & a smile. Nope… you have to stand behind every statement, warranty every word, & prove it all by living up to it all (that’s the hardest part). Then, flying by the seat of your pants, you edit your butt off til you drop, all the while knowing… it’s always a gamble. I’m not exactly selling the beach in a bottle with a couple of free tickets to something great taped to the side. At least I don’t think so...lol. Or am I?
You have to be committed to secretly chanting how it’s gonna set the world on fire even though sometimes you question the entire thing.
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