The Shale shifts
beneath my feet;
it doesn't crack
as I cross over--
I'm going to the other side.
There's Light over there,
not gray like here,
more shifting shale
and shining shale,
shining for my eyes.
Beautiful Shale...
What is it--really?
This Shale that shifts for me.
Is it my consciousness
Shifting,
Shining
in me?
Submitted by: Naimah on 11/18/2015
Tagged with: Voice of Muse
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Greetings Nai’mah
I love your visualization and how you expressed it. The word “shale” is a facinating choice. It can be so fragile and yet when reassembled thoughtfully and with purpose, and much care is used when handling, can withstand throughout the changes of time its new positioning and display a beauty that once was unseen and yet was always there waiting to shine.
Love and Light Always,
Lesley
Love and Light, Lesley!
The wisdom you shared impacted me deeply. I own a piece of gray shale; it’s shaped like a canoe, is 1 foot long, 3 inches high, 3 inches deep. For a few minutes I saw myself (my physical body) as a piece of shale and felt the weight of being so! Now the shale is more attractive to me, the poem more beautiful, and once again, I get a sparkle from your wondrous Light.
May we all have the peace of knowing ourselves.
Na’imah
For over a week, I have been feeling detached from my physical environment, as if I’m someplace else looking down upon it, being drawn toward the Inner by the significant pull of a higher frequency. On the highway and in the store this morning, people, vehicles (especially the large, yellow school bus rumbling along beside me) buildings, everything seemed “unreal,” even the money that I used to pay for my purchases.
Later I reviewed some of my previous posts, particularly in the Voice of Venus, and recalled the healings I’ve experienced and shared over the past year. Then I was given, “You’re evolving into a different state of Consciousness,” and I knew that I had to make this post without the need to give a lot of details. I’m very happy that I can do this. Of course, it is healing that as freed me from many karmic ties, giving me the opportunity to evolve into the Higher Realms.
Circumstances I’ve struggled with are changing, and I’ve left people behind; this includes relatives who have made the transition as well as people I’ve known all my life and had on-going associations with until recently. As I recall some of these relationships, one with a psychotherapist, I can see that my associations have helped them also. It’s beautiful, amazing.
As I type this, I see my body as Shale made of Light; the layers are shifting and being repositioned (see Lesley’s post) into a new creation. I see that this is happening because of my efforts and the help of the Brothers.(Thank You). The Light is beautiful!
Again, “I’ll be moving on.”
Love and Light
Na’imah
Dear Na’imah – I wish to add my voice of joy for you! At various cycles in my life of studying the Unariun teachings I have experienced similar to what you describe. You are indeed transforming yourself into a higher state of attunement through your efforts to comprehend and live more closely within your Superconsciousness! I believe this is the promise of the Higher Spiritual Brothers, through the Moderator – if we persist in our study and usage of the principles, a complete rebuilding of our relationship to the Infinite Intelligence shall propel us forward into the Worlds of Light and True Love! And this is where we will build our new home and make new friends – friends who share a more complete understanding of the Infinite’s abundant wonders! Thus is our future and much more!
Thank you, Tom. I always appreciate your Presence.
Greetings Na’imah,
It is a most joyous occasion for anyone, when they can literally feel the transformation of frequencies occurring within their psychic anatomy from a lower vibration of integration into a higher more connected integration with their Superconsciousness. I too, have gone through this on occasion and have experienced that disconnect with the material world around me. It is almost an amnesiac sensation sometimes. At times like that I have to withdraw from public outings of any kind until I can make the necessary adjustments within that will allow me to once again maintain a balance or equilibrium. My physical five senses will usually balance within a couple of days, but there had been a time or two which took close to a week, but let me stress this point; there is no time limit on how long it takes an individual to adjust to these transformations. We are transforming all the time and it will always depend on what is needed and how that implementation is applied.
In the book ‘The Elysium’ by Ernest L Norman, there within is one of many wise lessons of which we as students have been striving to ingest, conceive and incorporate in our everyday expression upon this planet. This particular one called, ‘The Traveler’ reminds me of your post where you mentioned, “Circumstances I’ve struggled with are changing, and I’ve left people behind”. Na’imah, I’ve moved on from people too throughout my life and I know I will continue to do so as my frequencies change. But I have learned that I did not really leave them behind for they are where they are of their choosing just like I am where I am from my choosing, I’m only leaving behind frequencies that I am no-longer compatible with, I have lost a material commonality with that person.
Thank you for sharing a very important transformation of self with us. This will help others know that sometimes when they feel a detachment of sorts from the world around them, that they may be experiencing a beautiful transformation of themself and be joyous knowing that they are moving forward and upward in their evolution and will eventually live in the Beautiful Worlds of Light forever.
Love and Light Always,
Lesley
Thank you, Lesley. I needed this. My Love goes out to you. It’s so beautiful Here.
It was approximately 6:50 a.m., Sunday morning, December 6. The firefighter had just crossed the eastbound Mississippi River Bridge enroute, on John R. Junkin, to Fire Station #2, about a half-mile ahead. He was alone on the highway, except for the speeding vehicle moving in the opposite direction. It left the street and hit a guard rail, then lurched upward and fell about 60 feet into the hole below. The firefighter, drove swiftly on to the Station and pulled in, never getting out of his vehicle, yelling to his comrades, who were leaving for home, about the accident; he zipped back to the scene. The firefighters, during shift change, not prepared, simply jumped into the vehicle of another comrade because the engine was already running and sped to the scene.
At the site, they looked down the slope at the white vehicle embedded among trees, with its front end suspended over another gorge, hood bent, ready to crash further down. By the time the Engine arrived with the equipment they needed, two firefighters had already gone down the slope and found a child, a boy about 4 years old, outside the vehicle, screaming for help. “My daddy is in the car he screamed, crying. Get him out. My daddy is a firefighter, get him out.”
As I listened to the story, tears came to my eyes; I felt deep pain. I wondered how Salah could speak so calmly, until I remembered that I was talking to a war veteran. I wondered what would have happened to the child, had the firefighter not seen the car go over. Salah said that the hill was so steep, the firefighter carrying the child had to be pulled up by others. Everyone who went down, he said, had to be pulled back up. They couldn’t get a stabilizing grip. They broke the passenger side, rear window of the vehicle out, and the rear window to get the father out. The driver’s side rear window was already broken so it was apparent that the child had crawled out there.
I saw myself looking up at Salah from some distant lower place and began to wonder what it all had to do with me.
I awoke about 1:00 a.m. this morning, to a vision of the accident. I saw the child standing among the trees; his older self (about fifty years of age, all white hair) stood behind him. Still, wondering where I fit in, knowing that I did. I saw my Friend who often walks with me on the Inner and asked for clarity. Suddenly, I saw that I was that child. I cried, thinking of how long I’d been entombed, crying out for help, searching for the Infinite since childhood.
Then I saw “Shale Mountain.” It was shifting internally, the outside beginning to glow. As I viewed the Mountain, my vision zoomed beyond it to a Land created of Shale. Everything was Shale! There was a large area of snow called Snow Shale because of the layers that constructed it. I was alone, aware that I would be living there and loved the very idea, because my presence there spoke volumes to me about. myself. I saw that every Man is his own Shale.
Thank You.
Love and Light to the Brothers,
To All who have assisted me, to Those Who will.
Na’imah