Is the way of counteracting resistance and procrastination.
WHAT are you waiting for?
WHAT are you afraid of???
Or… WHO???
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
This place exists within all beings… We don’t have to “do” anything to connect to it. We don’t have to reach some specific “energy frequency” to access it. We don’t have to do anything or prove anything to deserve it. We don’t have to “pay” for it or put in some kind of hard labor or toil for it. There’s nothing to clear there; nothing to release there; nothing to work on; there’s nothing that has to be done or needs to be done there…
We can simply just “be” there…
It is likened to the True North on a Compass. In this case, the True North always points Home; to Papa; Creator… However, you can also look at a Map and know that any place on that Map can represent your Sweet Space because no matter what destination one may physically visit or be at on that Map, your Sweet Space is there with you; within you…
Your Sweet Space is your Anchor…
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
In a little old log cabin
That sits upon a Hill
There’s a raging fire to keep us warm
From Winter’s icy chill.
The atmosphere is friendly
Smiles come from the heart.
We share a bond that binds us
Even when apart.
A decorated Evergreen
Blinks in colored lights
And dances to the serenade
The Wind sings to the Night.
Silent snow lays a pearl white
Blanket on the ground
With thousands of tiny sparkles
Shimmering around.
Together we time travel back
Twelve thousand yesterdays
To be with all of those we loved
Before they went away.
The energy of memories
Fills each heart within the room
With each story told and song that’s sung
The air lingers with tunes.
So, come to my old log cabin
Bring songs both old and new
And Christmas in the Rockies
Is what I’ll share with you.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
Peaceful Valleys. Raging Streams.
Mighty Mountains. Rainbow beams.
Sunsets on fire. Fields of Flowers
Soft Green Pastures. Warm Spring Showers.
Open Prairies. Giant Trees.
Golden Sunshine. Deep Blue Seas.
Starry Evenings. Fluffy Clouds.
Foggy Nights. Snow-covered Ground.
Silent Caverns. Songbirds singing.
Buffalo Herds. Vines clinging.
Wild Stallions. Tall Grass waves.
Dolphins swimming. Hidden caves.
Wolves howling. Eagles soaring.
Otters playing. Lions roaring.
Arctic Refuge. Rocky Shores
Ancient Forests. Ocean’s Floor.
Grains of Harvest. Air we breathe.
Crystal Waters. Spiders weave.
Vast wide Plains. Rolling Hills.
Butterflies. Winter’s Chill.
Vast wide Plains. Rolling Hills.
Butterflies. Winter’s Chill.
Sunflowers. Desert Sand.
Places yet untouched by man.
Lilac Perfume. In Misty Breeze.
Morning Dew. On Autumn Leaves.
Secret Canyons. Sacred Land.
Mother Earth. Divine Plan.
But something happened. Something changed.
Nature somehow re-arranged.
Polluted Waters. Deceit and lies.
Tortured Mother. Left to die.
Treeless Forests. Cause me to quiver.
No Tigers left? That makes me shiver.
Mass extinction. Where’s the Bees?
Garbage Dumped. Into the Seas.
Bears wonder where to go?
The homes they had exist no more.
Jungles burn. Elephants plead.
Mother Earth screams as she bleeds.
Nuclear waste. Oil spills.
But there’s still more places left to drill!
Mining. Fracking. Constant wars.
Toxic Skies. Genetic Corn.
Pesticides. Poison Food.
Violent actions. Angry moods.
Desecration. Subjugation.
Genocide. Elimination.
Blood-soaked money. Species dead.
Babies dying. But no regret!
Carnage here. Casualties there.
Human greed found everywhere.
Does anyone know the Magic Potion
For radiation poured in the Ocean?
All the Creatures large and small
Are looking on in great appall.
So, Mother Earth cries out in pain
To the Divine and not in vain!
Dark Skies appear with Rolling Thunder.
Is SOMEONE Speaking? Ever wonder?
Lightning flashes. Heavy Rains.
Humanity crashes. Winds have changed…
Volcanoes blowing. Earthquakes.
Tornadoes siege. Angry Lakes.
Rising Rivers. Hurricanes.
Man now thinks Nature’s insane!
Is it funny How Karma’s Wheel
Can turn so quick? How does it feel?
Is it funny How Karma’s Wheel
Can turn so quick? How does it feel?
Better watch that Darkening Sky
For SOMEONE hears her desperate cries.
Those Dark Skies bring
Rolling Thunder…
WHO Is Speaking?
Do you still wonder?
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Many Winters ago, when all life was free.
People and Earth lived in harmony.
And the Buffalo roamed across the Great Plains.
And their numbers were many; vast herds on the range.
But then something happened, unjust and unfair.
One day someone decided, to no longer share.
The Earth and her bounty, with all those who live
Upon our Sacred Mother; they would take, but not give.
So life’s balance was altered, abundance couldn’t flow.
And the plenty that once was seemed to vanish and go.
And just like the Buffalo who once had great numbers
Many creatures were forced into Dark Slumber.
But their spirits remain and always will.
The Spirit lives on forever, it cannot be killed.
While living this life, there’s a lesson that’s true
All life is a Circle that comes back to you.
What we do to each other always comes back.
To the source of the action, it’s Universal Fact.
But it’s never too late to turn things around.
If we all work together, the lost can be found.
And there’s always the hope that things can be changed.
So to the Great Spirit, the Buffalo prays,
To once again roam the Prairies, vast herds everywhere…
All past and present creatures…
That’s the Buffalo’s prayer.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
A tired little child
Trudges down an old dirt road
Amongst thousands of people
Who are miles away from home.
A hungry little child
Who hasn’t had enough to eat.
Feels her bloated stomach
As she stumbles on her feet.
A frightened little child
Feels tears come from her eyes.
As she sees the bombs and bullets
Travel through the Sky.
A lonely little child
Searches everything she sees.
Looking for her family
Wondering where they could be.
A horrified little child
Screams out a painful sound.
As she sees the many people
Who lay dead upon the ground.
A homesick little child
Is confused and so alone.
Why was she forced to come here
And leave her only home?
A crying little child
Is grabbed by the enemy
And thrown into an open ditch
What could this ditch be?
A tattered little child
Stands in a torn up dress
Hoping for something to drink.
As the Sun sets in the West.
A wondering little child
Sees and wonders why
A soldier points his gun at her
So she begins to cry.
A silent little child
Who is alive no more.
Has had her life taken away
By a deadly thing called War.
©1994 :Susan-kay :Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
In the Mystical Kingdom
Where the Great Spirit reigns
And all Life is Sacred
In Nature’s Domain.
Sitting high on the bent branch
Of an ancient Oak Tree
The Owl is there pondering
Things that will be.
He watches in silence
And is fully aware
Of all things and all creatures
That pass by him there.
Nothing gets past him
For he already knows
Who’s deceitful, who’s honest
Who’s friend and who’s foe.
He’s observant and knowing
And tactful and wise
Is fond of the dark Night
And sleeps at Sunrise.
His keen mind is conscious
Of the wisdom he holds
He can see in the future
How it will unfold.
He has all the answers.
He’s explored the Unknown.
So those who are in search of
Won’t go it alone.
In his magical essence
He sits watching now.
He’s Nature’s professor
The mighty wise Owl.
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
Adults built the wall
To divide and separate.
Children climb over.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
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In all actuality, “The Wall” is simply a metaphor that represents a wide variety of things including Mindsets, Belief Systems, Boxes, Cages; anything that human beings can get caught up in; trapped in; imprisoned in; wrapped up in; entangled within; talked into; anything or anyone that can be bought off; paid off, etc.
Some of the “Bricks” used to build the wall(s) are slavery, poverty, theft, indoctrination, propaganda, manipulation, subjugation, war, tyranny, coercion, domination, force, and control and one of the greatest “Tools” used in the building of the wall(s) is the Corporate Media. When 6 Corporations control 90% of the Media, what does that tell you? Is it any wonder so many of the people are so easily manipulated and controlled? More “walls” are being built with every so-called breaking news story. (Notice the word “story”…)
The fact of the matter is, everything is energy and what is held within the mind will be created. Whatever belief system we choose to buy into will become our reality, which if we are not very careful, can place us into very small tiny boxes with very tight lids and therein lies the danger because often times, those tiny boxes that entrap and encompass us are not even our own original thoughts!
When people are kept in continual fear, continual survival mode, continual struggle, or in continual “crisis” mode, they are much easier to control and manipulate and there are those who literally feed off of the energy of fear and continuously create fear and promote fear.
The big secret out there that some don’t want others to know is, there are two primary emotions, love and fear and all other emotions stem from them. We create our own realities from whatever energy we are in. If we are in the energy of love, we create from there and if we are in the energy of fear, we create from there as well. It isn’t very difficult to figure out why some would prefer humanity to remain in the energy of fear and survival mode. After all, can you envision the all of humanity in there own personal power, instead of giving all of their power and their away continually? Life would change instantly upon this Planet for all of us, if that were to happen!
The good thing is, humanity as a whole is awakening to what’s been going on and there are many adults who are joining the wise children and are choosing to climb over the wall(s) as well, while there are still others who are yet pondering the notion of doing so. There are also some who are far too afraid of climbing over any wall(s). However, there are also those who will not even allow themselves to even dream, let alone think of doing such a thing and to me, that’s the saddest scenario of all.
To be so deeply ingrained and hunkered down within a box so tight that one cannot even allow themselves to think of any other possibilities, is very sad indeed! It’s one thing to consider the possibility of climbing over walls, even if one may be afraid to actually do so. However, it’s an entirely different thing to be totally surrounded by and imprisoned within the walls of a tight little box that one cannot see anything else at all.
However, it’s all about choice and everyone gets to choose.
Bless all of the children who have not yet been immersed in those things that contribute to the building of the wall(s) and bless all of those who protect them from becoming immersed.
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When crime and violence fill the streets
And a plot is planned for the sure defeat
Of a specific Someone in some way
Remember that Somebody pays.
When Someone decides to do a wrong
By taking that which does belong
To Someone else, along the way
There will be Someone who will pay.
When Someone hurts, destroys, or kills
Somebody else against their will
In due time there will come a day
When Someone’s chosen who will pay.
When Someone commits that wrongful act
The Clock cannot be rewound back
To those haunting seconds of that fateful day
So left are the Victims who have to pay.
When Truth’s allowed to be covered up
And Lies prevail, the outcome does
Have direct effect on the lives of they
Who’ve been unjustly told that they have to pay.
Before Someone’s sentenced for the crime
Make sure the Truth is told in time.
Not Lies that cover the Crime Scene’s Day
Or the innocent will have to pay.
Just like the man who sits in jail
Because the Justice System failed
To honor Truth and wrongly say,
“An innocent man has got to pay.”
Leonard, I hope there soon will be
A place in time where you’ll be free
‘Cause you’re one of the Victims of That Day.
For Someone else, you’ve had to pay.
You’ve paid for something that you didn’t do
Many people know this and are praying for you
And we anxiously wait for That Sacred Day
When the Cage is finally opened and the Eagle flies away…
©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson.
From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”
The man whose skin tone
She thought was the enemy
Saved her young son’s life.
:Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
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“Never judge a Book by it’s Cover.” Remember that old saying?
Well, as we live our lives, the Chapters fall into place one by one as we go through all of our unique experiences…
The fact of the matter is, we all carry an amazing, inspirational Literary Masterpiece within us that we have been in the process of writing for years; a true Work of Art; our very own personal Biography and it’s totally up to each of us if we choose to share our story or not…
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