While you circle the skies While you watch and wait Wondering if I’m worthy I tread above clear waves While you dive down for your draft...

(Poem of the Week) Double bubble No toil No trouble There are halos here and there and earthbounds in the thinning air. North East- South...

(Poem of the Week) Sequin green humming flutters from flower to flower, and a baby bunny hopped by not two feet from me— he stopped to say hi. The birds are chirping, the insects sing. Such a beautiful morning the Mother Goddess has blessed me; and the Holy Spirit comforts my soul, casting his golden white light. Life has so much more to offer than an ugly bottle of whiskey could ever provide. That bottle lies to you— a devil dressed in a tuxedo, smelling like spice with hint

(Poem of the Week) Waning moon toward the new A dark All Hallows’ Eve The spirits roam through whispered breeze black cats hide black...

If you want peace, you must seek peace and pursue it. “He must search for peace [with God, with self, with others] and pursue it eagerly [actively—not merely desiring it]. —1Peter 3:11 Have you been victimized? Do you still feel like a victim? Perhaps someone did you wrong and you are having a difficult time getting past it. Or maybe you’ve experienced a series of difficult occurances. Perhaps someone you know has a victim mentality. For some reason, the words “victim ment

(Poem of the Week) A whispered wish from the grave summoned a timeless love . . . we are moon magic— you are the sun— I wave to you...

I want to live a life where there is mystery in my existence, appreciating how beautiful and spiritual the natural world really is

(Poem of the Week) That November night I was a queen and you a king. You played the royal jukebox, and your ceaseless arms held me while...

You can also keep your vibration up by: Gratitude, kindness, love, joy, passion, forgiveness, acceptance, honesty, and creativity. Sunshine, contact with water, walking in nature, and gardening. Salt baths, grounding, earthing, and working with crystals. Breathing deeply, exercising, or simply shaking or moving your body. Wearing bright colors, laughing, smiling, hugging, singing, and dancing. Eating greens, fruits, raw nuts, organic foods (esp. EWG's Dirty 12), ...

(Poem of the Week) V-18 Seeking around the ashes Discovering new sight I found Love as it is in my century. —Cori Lark Corina © 2007...

The best way to gain energy is by tapping into the universal energy of God.

(Poem of the Week) My solitude is the result of my survival My fear is the loss of my youth My womanhood is the peak of the mountaintop...

Moving thought from the unconscious to the conscious is awareness./Jung: the collective UNconscious consists of a collection of knowledge and imagery.../ When I think of collective consciousness I think of all people as a whole, who are in touch with each other because of their present awareness. However, if a group of people went through the same experience at the same time, I believe they could have a collective consciousness of their own. This brings me to grouping vs the

First, let’s discuss non-judgment, then move on to karma, and lastly how works and faith, like two streams flowing into one ongoing river, can merge into an awareness.

So, how do you know when God is talking to you? Well, during my personal Bible studies, I had read The Bible, devotionals, and books written by pastors. I cannot reference the source of this compilation of text, but I ended up typing out some words, folding up the paper, and keeping it in my purse. This is what it says:

(Poem of the Week) A March morning, taunting with light at play, dancing Cigarette smoke spirals with currents of wind. The horizon...

(Poem of the Week) Kitten warmth in knitted blankets Claws like ice “Wake up!” White beam through window screen Shining emeralds in the night What is that you say? The day hasn’t yet begun. “The moon is full bind the foe,” purrs nocturnal feline like music giving spirit without any lies . . . I descent unto my patio The rays I cast with moonbeams dance as I ask for her protection so mote it be amen. —Cori Lark Corina V-7 The Witching Hour © 2007 #magicpoetry

A couple hours after I wrote these musings, the answer came to me. A piece of scripture popped into my head. So, I looked up the amplified version: Matthew 7:15-20 Beware of the false prophets, [teachers] who come to you dressed as sheep [appearing gentle and innocent], but inwardly are ravenous wolves.

Denise was a sweet girl who could always find good in everyone. If people could see the unseen, they would see she had wings; because she most definitely was an angel of God. Even though she was just a ten-year-old kid, she had more faith than some church pastors, more joy for life than some of the richest people, and more love for others than most people could feel in their entire lifespan. Denise believed that love healed people, and even the most wicked of kids could be h

Ozzie lives is Weymouth, Massachusetts. He loves to walk the beaches because the colors of the sunrise and sunsets are works of art. He enjoys swimming, but isn’t allowed in the water without an adult. His parents both work. His older sister, Rosie, is a college student. She even takes summer classes so she will graduate early. Not far from their house is a pebbled beach. Here, Ozzie loves to look for treasures like seashells, colorful stones and sea glass. He makes lovely w