My soul’s an old woman bathing in the fountain of youth..

“You have an old soul.”

I’ve heard the phrase again and again. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term. It’s just as likely you’ve heard of “past lives”. It seems that “past lives” and “old soul” run in the same circles of contemplation.

To really comprehend these ideas, I think you have to change your ways of thinking about measurement. As we travel along in the realm of spirit, there is a transformation….an emergence. Through this metamorphosis, I found myself shift from measuring with time to measuring by experience. It was through this change that I began to really understand and feel the depth of my “old soul” and “past lives”.

So what is a life? A life is a journey from one point to another: a journey from one state of being to another. In the span of eternity, let’s say you have a thought that you want to understand what it is like to be a rock star. Your journey from where you currently are to becoming a rock star is your movement, your journey, your life.

Every time you move from one being to another, you go through a death (ceasing to exist as you were), a purging (releasing all the information you’ve previously collected and no longer need) and a rebirth (a fresh start)…then you journey collecting thoughts, information and understandings that you need to become the rock star. One human lifetime in the span of eternity is a thought. For most humans, the lifetime of one body is their journey from one point to another. However, if you’ve begun your journey in your human body and found that you are off mark..you’ve become something other than what you meant to, you aren’t where you are supposed to be, you feel lost or not at home….then you have to redirect your course and become a new being while within your body. This means going through the death and rebirth: becoming something new while still within the same body.

In thirty years, I’ve experienced more than some experience in three lifetimes. What I’ve experienced in one year may take five years for others. My inner being grows through experience, and my inner being has lived many lifetimes within this body. I’ve been many people. It is through experience that we gain understanding, and so it is possible in one lifetime to be and understand more than those around you. It is possible to learn from your past lives, which may have only been last year. An old soul is one who has experienced more than others and/or learned more from their experience.

As energy beings traveling from experience to experience, we have to pay attention to where we are. Where are you operating from? The past? The Future? Now? What was your purpose for moving?

If I’m not fully here and present in the now, I’m missing what I used to want to be or understand.

Do you know what this means? We have a chance in every moment to change course - to become whatever we want!

We are born new every moment. If we accept that there is a purpose for our movement and can release the past as we embrace the new, we find something new in every moment and can exist in a childlike wonder that allows us eternal youth. We can wake up and face each day with passion a burning fire to live. We can pick another point in space/time to experience and run to it with open arms like we’re greeting a beloved parent as we follow the trail it sends back to us. When we let go of our previous travel plans, we can find ourselves moving in a new direction. What we desire to understand more of helps to choose what our next destination is. As you grow from your experiences, can you remain in a state of childlike inquisitiveness? What about joy? Acceptance? Forgiveness? Can you follow the bigger you that you’ve created to guide you to becoming the moment you wanted to understand?

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When Trees Talk To Me….

When trees talk to me,
everything is okay.
The dark clouds on the horizon dissipate,
and I’m free once more.

When trees talk to me,
It’s okay to just sit
and have nothing to do-
nowhere to go.
There’s just love to be filled with.

When trees talk to me,
I’m carried away
and forget to exist
within any kind of constraints
that I’ve placed on myself.

When trees talk to me
they say the best things
to soothe my weary soul
while they exchange my toxins
for their air.

When trees talk to me..

….I listen.

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Dirty Little Writer

Dirty Little Writer

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SO, Maybe I am just a dirty little writer
although for so long
i didn’t think that was good enough
and thought i had to be so much more
until god called my bluff
and showed me the sensuous delight
of writing with light about my insights
as I take to flight..

Maybe i am just a dirty little writer
and you wonder the power in that,
but it’s a sneak attack
as i quietly slip
within your confines
as if behind enemy lines
In the midst of night,
your hungry soul dines
upon the shrapnel i’ve left behind
from tripped mines…

Maybe I am just a dirty little writer
One who wants to soothe your soul
with the words that spill forth
from the very core essence of who i am,
splashing at your toes
and leaving beads of perspiration upon your skin
showing evidence of the mental condensation within..

maybe i am just a dirty little writer
moving my spirit into a new home
found deep within the recesses of your mind and heart
becoming more than the houseguest
and rather the bride of experience true and tried
that will never leave your side.

Maybe i am just a dirty little writer
but with my pen i can lift you to the heavens
or twist the knife-
give a new view on life-
whisper sweet ecstasies and things-
twist puppet strings
and enjoy the peace that writing can bring

Maybe I am just a dirty little writer
one from the wrong side of the tracks
for a world hooked on skin
that has the scars to prove where i’ve been
and knows what it’s like to live with my sin
or be up for judgment again and again

maybe i am just a dirty little writer
but you love the way i wiggle my pen
when it makes you feel
and you’re lost in the throes
of how my spirit blows
across the landscape of
all that you know

maybe i am just a dirty little writer
who wants to put on a show
and do what i can to please you
as i crawl closer to feel your warmth
and enjoy the beauty i see in your face
as i enjoy inner space
living on grace
begging to taste
the release of your fluid emotions
my words can entice.

Maybe i am just a dirty little writer
tracing the contours of your inner most workings
with unseen fingertips
that i’ve dipped in ink
so i could watch how it
drips through your pages
as you come to grips
with how i feel inside you…

yeah…maybe i am just a dirty little writer.

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When Faith Pays Off….FINALLY!! Help Name my RV!!

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According to thesaurus.reference.com, the following are all synonyms for “faith”: loyalty, conviction, truth, truthfulness, belief, allegience, dependence.

Three years ago, I had a vision of my life purpose. I had a vision that I should get rid of as much as possible and hit the road to meet, gather, and show off pure hearts with a video show as I performed, home schooled my son and sold my creations.  It’s been a long and winding road, and I think I about got to the point of thinking the day would never come. I still kept the promise in mind and followed where I was led, but I also found myself running here and there trying all sorts of different things to “make” it happen instead of making it the primary focus and just doing it.  I also faced the fears and blocks that I had in place that would keep me from doing it. Looking back, I think I really expected it to come from somewhere else. I was waiting for someone to show up and say “here ya’ go” and hand it to me.

The last three years were shifting as I tried to find others to help me accomplish this vision, and had excuse after excuse for not doing it, such as needing the perfect bus, needing a bunch of sponsors, needing a camera crew. In addition, I still had worries over what others would think (mostly family), and if things would be “okay”. Well, I finally came to a point of realizing I didn’t need any of that, and if I was doubting, I wasn’t truly having faith in where I was led. Those were just excuses. As soon as I decided to “just do it”, I was blessed with an amazing opportunity!

My faith has paid off…finally!! The day has come!

Thanks to Bill Sprangler at Roseislandphotos.com for the photos!

Thanks to Bill Sprangler at Roseislandphotos.com for the photos!

I think Cody had given up on the dream, too. His face was awesome when he realized it was ours. He screamed and couldn’t believe it.

I found this baby on Craigslist, and trekked all the way to Salem, Indiana to check it out and buy it.

The first thing we did was run out of gas. Just as Cody and I were giving each other high fives and reveling in our glee, the engine sputtered out. HA! This is going to be a lot of fun!

Lexington performer Mike Wright Conquers the roof at the Louisville Speak Easy

Lexington performer Mike Wright Conquers the roof at the Louisville Speak Easy

It is old, and it needs cosmetic work, but the engine is great! So, the first few episodes of our web show will be fixing it up!! I hope you’ll enjoy them!

Party in the RV- Roni Jonah, James Tackett, Avri hanging out at the RV unveiling at Louisville Speak Easy

Party in the RV- Roni Jonah, James Tackett, Avri hanging out at the RV unveiling at Louisville Speak Easy

I will be posting my web show here, while Cody will have one of his own at his site.

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May we be a constant reminder to remain loyal to the truth your heart whispers to you. Our visions have no time line on when they will be realized. We often have certain blocks within ourselves that must be released before the visions can flow from our hearts into the world around us. Always follow your dream. I believe in you!

What is your suggestion for a name? Do you have a dream that you are creating? Where do you think our first road trip should be?

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The AWE of YA’ll ..brought to you by the letter A

This moment is brought to you by the letter A…for ASTOUNDING…AMAZING…ASTONISHING and AWESTRUCK..and most importantly… for ALL.

Some of the most beautiful showgirls of soul that I know have a great saying . The Troubadours of Divine Bliss started with encouraging people to witness the “awe of Jah” but it was transformed to “the awe of ya’ll” at their weekly open stage for the sage “Church on the Rocks”. It’s quite wondrous how things collectively turn out, and it’s “the awe of ya’ll” that I’d like to bring to the forefront of your mind this week.

We are power: an amazing  collection of forces – from the very tiny to the very largest.

What are you doing right now? Are you near another person? Are you sharing breath with someone right now? Are you surrounded by objects that have miraculously found their way into this sphere of existence?

The amazing combination of elements, matter, and forces that bring us the moment we are currently experiencing is astounding!

Take a journey for a moment to imagine all of the quarks(very tiniest things we know of), electrons, cells, bones, thoughts, and stored data within me as I type this. Now think of all the wires, cables, the power companies and their employees, the internet service provider and their employees, the desk you sit at, the monitors we stare at, and the little gnomes that run from your keyboard to your monitor to move the ink around inside the monitors we stare at…

Now, think of the quarks, cells, bones, thoughts, stored data, within you as you read. Next, think about the air you are sharing with those around you, the ground we stand on, the gravity holding us in place next to each other, the electromagnetism that keeps us from going through the ground, the sound waves we communicate with, and the brain waves that let us perceive it all.

Whoa. Wait. Go back and think of all the people and forces and moments that taught us to speak, to use computers, to type, to read, to seek for deeper understandings, and for those who taught us to understand big words like electromagnetism…or those who thought of things like dictionaries and wikipedia.

*Divinity reaches through the monitor and grabs the reader by the shoulders,  shaking them wildly (and freeing the gnomes).

THIS MOMENT IS AMAZING!!!!

It’s made up of so many forces, matter, space, chemicals, elements, entities….

When you see everything to its core, it’s absolutely astonishing how much of the cosmos has come to work together just so you can stand next to someone at the soda machine. Keeping this in mind, may you never have a dull moment ever again. There’s not just some special moments. They’re ALL special moments.

With all of the great forces of the universe working together to create this moment just for you, how can you not be awestruck?

Leave me a comment, telling me about the amazing moment you’re in right now. Look around you and make me a list of how many things are working together to bring the moment to you. Let’s get some awe inspiring discussion going on! We have the power to do so, and control over how amazing our day can be!

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I will…..

I will poss the impossible
I will conceive the inconceivable…

Imagine the unimaginable
reflect the invisible
dance the undanceable
Think the unthinkable
and DO the undoable

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Satan said to tell you that you’re a boob.

So, lately, I’ve been thinking about how I’ve spent a good amount of time in my life thinking I was a boob: a real screw up. It is mostly because anytime I’d stick my neck out, share myself, or try something new, I’d be told I was doing something wrong or screwing up. I probably was at times, but mistakes can be the best teachers. Everyone feels this way at some point, but they don’t usually talk about it. This leads to most of us feeling alone in our supposed “lack of excellence”. I’ve come to a point where I’m really determined to not let anyone or anything make me feel bad about myself. We are fabulous. Yep. It’s time to shiiiiiiiiiiiiiine in 2009.

The real test of strength is to see if you can overcome the voice within and without that accuses you of being a screw up and be the beautiful dream that your heart whispers to you. Remember my writings on spirits being unique patterns that energy can flow in? (Thought patterns within us). Well, the one that flows in a pattern that feels accusatory is the one we call SATAN! That’s what Satan means. It cames from the Hebrew word “Satan’ el” or the arabic word “Shatain”, which both mean “accuser” or “to accuse”.

If you’ll notice the spelling of Satanel, it is similar to Michael, Raphael, Uriel – all “El’s”, all parts of the divine. However, it is said in the 2nd book of Enoch that Satanel knew the difference between right and wrong, and was cast from Heaven. Sound familiar? Adam and Eve ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil and were cast from Paradise. The part of the divine that wanders the earth is the part that worries over right/wrong and is plagued with doubt. Doubt can not exist in heaven. You can not exist in the state of paradise if you are busy doubting yourself or warring over whether you are doing something right or wrong. These are the things that keep our heart’s desires from becoming our reality.

I have a piece of a book I decided not to write that I thought was going to waste just sitting around on my hard drive. I’ve uploaded it as a mini E-book which you can purchase for $4 by clicking here. HALF of the proceeds go to buy supplies for a local Children’s Shelter, Home of the Innocents, which I resided at for a short time as a child. You can read the review Phil Harris wrote of it here.

If you’ve read my previous laments on being well endowed, you’ll understand the title.  It’s titled They said I was a boob…Or did they say ‘nice boobs’? I hope you enjoy this humorous spiel on self acceptance.  May it lead you to enjoying your own moments of boob-dom a little more.  From this point forward, I know that you will hear the voice for what it is and say “Awww, silly Satan”, and go about the business of creating your paradise.

Featured Video — to fully appreciate and understand the following video, you’ll need to read the above mentioned Ebook.

When do you really feel you’ve screwed up on the path of following your heart? When have you felt accused? Can you find a way to overcome the voice within? Can you truly love boobs? Can you embrace being a boob? How do you quiet the voice of the heinous accuser? Be sure to leave me a comment so others don’t feel so alone, and bookmark this post to help free others from the burden of carrying Satanel around with them. BE a part of Satanel Liberation Force!



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God is a Blabbermouth

“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” - Shakespeare

With the technology of today, you can know what is going on in thousands of people’s heads, but do you know what is going on in yours? With online status updates, you can know what is happening all over the world, but what is happening in your world right now? What do you want? What do you wish? How can you make it happen?

Spirit is always speaking. It just won’t shut up. Its chatter is everywhere. The answers are all there, all the time. We’re surrounded by them. So, I guess you should figure out exactly what it is that you want to know.

I was asked to speak to a college class Monday night, and it was quite an awesome experience. The teacher asked me what people can do when they’re surrounded by babble boxes all the time. (Televisions, radio, and other media).

My answer: turn them off. Just ten minutes a day of quiet can allow you to still yourself and begin to hear more of your own guiding voice. We have to learn to turn down the
“public haunt”.

Why do people have such a hard time doing this? In her song titled Sober, pop recording artist Pink says “The silence screams the truth.” She’s right. The voice of our inner guidance system is a quiet one. It’s subtle and it comes from deep, deep within.

It comes from such a deep place that it’s hard to hear amidst all the stuff floating on our surface that we’ve recently taken in from the stimuli around us unless we take a moment to be without external stimuli.

Why do people run from it? Why do people drink it away? Why are people so obstinate about listening? What is the voice saying that is so unpleasant anyways?

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that most people don’t want to hear it because they don’t feel like they are where they are supposed to be and the voice calls them to be what they love.

If we’ve put off listening to our inner guidance for quite some time, there may be a lot about ourselves that we don’t want to hear. It is saying “You are beautiful, shining, magnificent…what you want is okay. You really are a divine creature…just let go of these things that don’t really suit you”.

When the voice is pointing to something “ugly” ,“unpleasant”, or something that makes us cringe, it is showing us something that is holding us back: something we need to surrender and let go of. If we will just surrender and follow the guidance, we will find that it was what was keeping us from being the beautiful vision our heart believes we are. When we can hear the voice everywhere and realize that even trials and tribulations serve to bring us closer to our truest bliss and beauty, we truly can see the good in everything.

How do you still yourself? What is your method of prayer? Do you take time to be quiet everyday? Take the challenge: 10 minutes a day for 30 days. What happens? Leave me a comment and let me know - and tweet this or facebook it while you’re at it!

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I refuse - song lyrics by Divinity Rose

I refuse
Why do people focus on pain, on
hate, on what hurts them? I don’t
understand..but maybe..just maybe
if people opened their
hearts…they’d see something
new…it reminds me of the day I
flew…the day I flew so high..i
never returned….
If only
everyone knew..the freedom of
flying..the freedom of
dying…soaring with the
music…letting go and falling and
letting the music carry
you..becoming the music that
creates the universe…

I
refuse to believe
that this
existence
is as empty as

you’re trying to get me to
buy.
and I don’t have enough
money to buy your empty existence
anyways…
So maybe being poor,
and spending a lot of time in
rejected solitude made me a little
creative…and since creative’s
all I got, I’ll work with what I
got and create something I love
that money can’t buy….

Even
if all I got’s this
thread…
this thread I”m barely
hanging by
I’ll still let go and
love
because I realized that my
heart
exists in stitches.
And
in the past..oh…the past
I
would have clung to this
thread
So that I could sew myself
back up
when you cut me
deep
and boy..have you cut me
deep
The more you cut, the more I
stitched
Frantic to keep myself
together…
I stitched so
much
it’s why all I’ve got left
is this thread.
But it’s when i
let go of that thread
and stopped
stitching
that I stopped leaking
into the lives of others
and
began to flow forth like a raging
river
and i saw that thread
blowing in the winds of
change
and weave me new robes of
gold
that opened doors to
possibilities and an
existence
you told me didn’t
exist
and tried to sweep under
the carpet behind you
while you
tried to sell me your shitty
little piece of nothing
so,
excuse me…

but i refuse to
believe that this existence is as
empty as you’re trying to get me
to buy…
and i don’t have enough
money to buy your empty existence
anyways…

love is
free……
love is free…
no,
it don’t cost a dime
love is
free
and that’s something i can
believe in…..oh i believe
i
believe
i believe

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Calling the Phoenix Lyrics by Divinity Rose

Calling the Phoenix

Calling the
Phoenix
Calling the phoenix

To
burn, burn, burn
To burn, burn,
burn

And singe the dead around
us
And singe the dead around
us
And singe the dead around
us

Burn burn burn
burn burn
burn

I made the angel nervous
as he stared into my eyes
A
neverending storehouse of
forgotten truths and lies
He
asked me what my name was
I said,
“Oh you know me well.
I’m the one
who holds the keys
to Paradise or
hell.”

He looked at me
again
Dark eyes burning with
desire
HE said, “I guess you’re
here
to return me to the
fire”.

I shot a wicked
smile
and gave my wings a
twitch
watching how he moved

through a metamorphic
switch.

An orgasmic sigh
released
As he began to lightly
sway.
I licked my lips ecstatic

As I watched him fade
away.

I’m gathering the
fragments
And putting them in
place
Fanning the eternal
flames
That forge our mighty
race.

Calling the
Phoenix
Calling the
Phoenix
Calling the phoenix

To
burn, burn, burn
To burn, burn,
burn

And singe the dead around
us
And singe the dead around
us
And singe the dead around
us

Burn burn burn
burn burn
burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

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