Misty Visions

When i began this journey it was difficult for me for a lot of reasons. When i became down or depressed, the Spirits would show me people "dancing". The Spirits teach that dancing is sacred, and celebrates a variety of circumstances. However, the common denominator in all dancing is love. While i'm going through my final surrendering, my sight and hearing has been temporarily removed (my inside eyes and ears) So all I have is music. This poem is inspired by a piece written by Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924) Called O mio babbino caro. It's an actual story behind him writing this. It's a story of a girl who goes to her father and begs to marry her boyfriend, if he wouldn't let her she was going to the old bridge and throw herself off. Perhaps he wrote about himself, who knows. I didn't know this story until after I wrote the poem. The English Translation for the title of the song is O dear daddy. I think her father should let her marry him. They have a lasting love.

The Dance of Love

The Music begins

The curtains rise

Soft light as if the moon is shining

from above directly over them

A million stars gather to watch

From the left appears a man

From the right a woman

they meet in the center

the woman dances around him

and returns in front of him.

Gazing into each others soul through their eyes,

He offers his hand, she accepts and walks in closer

they stand still as if time as stopped

embracing each other they feel the love that radiates

between them

He leads, she follows

as they make graceful turns their eyes never leave each other

Two hearts join dancing the dance of love.

Sarah

2 November 05

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From:

sarahsmile4me23

Sent: 23/02/2006 1:54 p.m.

Hearts Are Made To Last

She searches for the other part of the whole

Mistakes a spark of truth to set the heart beating fast,

anxiously awaiting each spare moment to be in touch

with what she thinks is that ‘other part�?

Either quickly or eventually she finds the same result each and every time. What she thought she found

was a mere illusion.

Each time her heart gets broken

she runs to her Father and says,

what happened, what did I do wrong?

Her Father gently caresses her and softly says

you did nothing wrong, the time wasn’t right.

Be patient, the right man who is what you need

will be here.

She looks up at her Father and sees tears in His eyes

He looks at her says

That’s why I made Hearts to Last

and kisses her forehead

Sarah

22 January 06

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From:

sarahsmile4me23

Sent: 23/02/2006 1:56 p.m.

Embracing

When someone is told they have 3 months left in the earth time it is the same experience as going through the final surrendering.

Opportunities present themselves in such a way that space is now available to ask for forgiveness for those you may have hurt, as well as forgive those who have hurt you.

It also seems that birds songs are heard for the first time, our ears are now open. We feel what unconditional love is all about, our Heart now receives. We notice colours bold and brighter as if we are seeing through the eyes of an infant. We embrace life and all it has to offer as if we just got here for the first time.

Don’t fight, embrace this surrendering.

You are Healed.

dedicated to Irene Whyte

Sarah

2 January 06

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From:

sarahsmile4me23

Sent: 23/02/2006 1:59 p.m.

Secrets of Time

If you can learn the secrets of time,

Mysteries are unveiled.

shhhh be still,

listen, be watchful

If you learn the secrets of time

magick is unveiled.

shhh be still,

listen, be watchful

As yourself is unveiled through

the Secrets of Time.

sarah

29. August. 05

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From:

sarahsmile4me23

Sent: 23/02/2006 2:17 p.m.

Going Home

The final process which is dieing , isn’t any different than any other process in life. (I’m not speaking of diseases)

It’s a process of asking God for forgiveness of whatever you may feel you need forgiving for. Then let go of all thing that bind you here, worries, doubts, fears.

An Angel whose name is Azuriel comes and escorts you to a white road, where family members you haven’t seen are anxious to greet you. Everyone already knows you are returning home, even though you may not have memory of where or what home is like.

You will be healed from everything. There will be no more anger or pain, either physically or emotionally. There will be no feelings of shame or unworthiness of all that is good.

When you hear your distant family call you, feel blessed that it’s your turn to receive the final gift from God to return to HIM.

Listen and hear the Choir of Angels singing, rejoicing that you are returning. Tell them and yourself you are ready to let go, now have full Trust and Faith that your loved ones that remain are in good hands.

Our Father in the Heavens, let your will be mine.

I ask for complete forgiveness, your mercy and

your continued love.

I ask for you help with the process of leaving what I know,

without memory of where I’m going. I place full Trust and Faith in You. I want peace, and to let go of the pain and worries. Amen

Sarah

7 January 06

The Final Frontier

Physical death is the final "gift" one receives from God. A One way ticket home, and what a celebration this can be if one looks at it with the proper perspective.

You ever wonder why a person fights death, and struggles to keep hanging on? It's for the same reason that "we" fight change. After all, isn't that what death is, the final change?

We fight change because of the unknown. We are comfortable the way we are. We are afraid. They fight death because of the unknown, they are afraid.

It's not realized that each time we "let go" of baggage, it's considered a death and we actually grieve the loss. We do this because we are attached to it. The same with dieing, they have no memory, they are worried and scared.

So when someone you know or a loved on near you is struggling with their final frontier, be it the last or just one of many, help them through this process, because death of the physical is the final process, and a beginning of a new life. One of peace and love, that perhaps they didn't have in the earth time.

In the meantime, while we still walk this land, tell people how you feel about them, teach them about the process so they don't struggle.

sarah

8 September 05

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From:

Birdy_N_Time

Sent: 23/02/2006 4:58 p.m.

Simply beautiful Sara.

birdy

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From:

joyfulsearcher_deb

Sent: 23/02/2006 5:45 p.m.

Sarah,

Those were so lovely, Thank you!

Love and Light

Joyful

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From:

Birdy_N_Time

Sent: 24/02/2006 4:37 p.m.

That is a beautiful poem full of love between man and woman.

I have written one similar.

It is about two different species, just as man and woman are,

and their love for each other and their final meeting

and its effect on all of life surrounding them.

Thanks for your beautiful sharing of poems,

and, the sharing of yourself here at Misty's.

Blessings,

birdy

Here is my poem:

A Mermaid's Tale
(And They were One)
8-30-99

She watched him from her ocean deep
the man she yearned to hold
He watched her from his noble ship
the dream he could not touch.

They met upon the island shore
in tight embrace their bodies held
with mingled breaths their voice's danced,
their eyes, they intertwined.

The music heard that day throughout
the island and beyond
was from the song their hearts did make,
their love, it over flowed.

That day the breech
had been repaired
'tween man
and his desire

So n'er will the story go,
the fabled ~Mermaids Tale~
His ship out on the ocean deep
her love beneath him lost.

Message 9 of 10 in Discussion

From:

Birdy_N_Time

Sent: 24/02/2006 4:41 p.m.

Sarah....Sooo beautiful!!!

Ive been there

in the last moments

with my foot inside

deaths door.

I can attest

everything

becomes more real.

Thanks again,

birdy

Message 10 of 10 in Discussion

From:

sarahsmile4me23

Sent: 24/02/2006 6:08 p.m.

I Love to write.

I love the Mermaid poem Birdy, I have experienced a love I couldn't have. What a beautiful way of displaying words within the heart.

Do you write often Birdie ? Are you published? I'm glad Birdie that the body didn't give up, and your spirit decided to return. You must be a great teacher to those who seek the light. I also love to paint, and I make prayer trees from electrical wire.

Thank you Birdie for your kind words, Perhaps you can share more. I have one more I would be interested in knowing if you also relate to it, I will find it now and place it here for your review. It's called I Won't Give Up.

I Won’t Give Up

This morning I heard

“listen to music�?/P>
I opened the computer, I heard

“Gregorian Chanters�?/P>
I opened the folder, I heard

“Don’t Give Up�?/P>
So I played it.

This is my reply to my family who is encouraging me to not give up

No matter how strong the darkness becomes.

The will of Life is Stronger

No matter how weak the body becomes,

My Spirit is stronger

No matter how much they hate me

My Love will prevail

My determination, faith commitment

loyalty and dedication to Jehovah

is immeasurable

His Will is Mine

My life is His

I stand in the middle of the bridge, I look behind to all that

brought me here. Tears falling because it’s familiar.

I know what confusion and loveless is like.

I say goodbye, wave for the last time

I turn, I see all that is waiting

Jehovah, my eternal family, love, happiness

all of which will be gifted, I will begin now the short

walk to the other side of the bridge

Where I can begin dancing the dream

The dream called “Life�?/P>
NO, I won’t Give Up

26 January 06

Sarah

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