October 4, 2018: I am meeting with my PR agent in a few hours. As usual, it is in the middle of the night - my normal work schedule. I am crafting a sample website to launch me. For the last four years I have been swept into a spiritual storm that lead to the creation of my two books and my identity as Flash Mom. To understand the reference of this post, you will need to be familiar with them. One of my guides is an archangel, Raziel. I have been working with him since 2015. In 2017 he held out two golden books, but he said I wasn’t ready yet to receive them. Today I realize the books are mine. I am ready.
Now that the methodology for communication has been set, I am being asked to show you how the essence of me has always been me, so that you can understand the same applies to you. The Nothing Book was given to me by a friend in college. I have always used my pen as a way of expressing myself, so she wanted me to have a book to document my thoughts. The book captures some poems and prose from childhood through college. Each are framed with colorful drawings. Of particular interest is the subject matter. Each piece suggests a fascination with the spiritual and the scientific, and a yearning to find the sacred, beauty, and justice in the world. I wrote a good deal about the relativity of time, the impact of love, and the majesty of nature. Huh. I am who I am. You are who you are.
There is a purpose for your being exactly you. What are you here to do? What part of the log of humanity is yours to carry? What can you offer? What brings you Joy? What connects you to the active Love that transcends all obstacles and barriers? What is your Truth?
Here are some excerpts I thought you might find interesting:
A Spring Day: I can remember writing this poem. It was a glorious spring day in 1971, I was 10.
The air is as sweet as a sweet flower rubbing against your cheek. The sun seems to have a certain glow that puts a smile of your face. The trees sway as if they were being conducted by a musician. The grass is as soft as the trimming on my poncho. The birds sing soft and sweet as children’s voices are full of joy, for today is a spring day.
Songs of Creation: This was my Temple High School Graduation Speech given in the spring of 1979, I was 18. Apparently my fascination with the spiritual and the scientific has deep roots.
In the past 50 years there has been an amazing breakthrough in technology. As a result of this great advancement in scientific studies, we have become part of an era which accepts only the empirical and rejects all abstractions. In particular, we, the youth of this new era, have been raised to believe that the world can be understood solely through the achievements of mankind.
We take technology for granted, and expect it to hold for us the cure-all to the incomprehensible. I remember when the first man went to the moon. My parents were amazed, but I was not fascinated. I just expected man to be able to achieve any goal that he set for himself.
For this reason, it was very difficult for me, like so many other youths, to accept the existence of God. When I was five years old I remember my religious teacher asked me to draw a picture of God. I was floored. Everyone was drawing pictures of an old man with a beard. I knew that wasn’t God, but if that wasn’t, what was?
I continued to ponder the existence of God throughout my religious school career. It was not until now that I could understand the very special and personal relationship that exists between the individual Jew and his God. I found a poem by Ben Zion Bosker entailed “I Have Heard The Song” which very appropriately sums up my understanding of God. I would like to share this poem with you.
“I Have Heard The Song” by Ben Zion Bosker: I have not seen the robin, but I know he is there because I heard him singing through my window from the treetop outside. I have not seen God, but have looked into a child’s eyes and have been overwhelmed by the unfolding miracle of life. I have watched the trees bedeck themselves with new garbs of green in the spring, and have been stirred by the miracle of continual rebirth. I have looked up at the stars, and have been overcome by the miracle of the grandeur and majesty of the Universe. I know that God exists, because I have heard the song of his presence from all the treetops of creation.
Polynesian Time: This poem was written sometime during my years at the University of Michigan, 1979 - 1983. I have no idea the reference. Was I channeling another life?
I entered the gardens and time stopped. Suddenly floating in space, the years dropped. A child again, born to a Polynesian land. Full of fresh colors, a bold youth in demand. Then came the flowery fantasy come true. Dreamy, feminine, familiar, yet new. Contentment followed, visions of a desert plain. Lonely, but happy - secure memories remain.
The Utopian Sunrise: I remember this one well. It was summer 1982. I had just turned 21 and found someone to love. What our hearts can see when we feel we belong.
At first only a shaft of light. A hint at the end of night. Then a brightness begins to show. Rising into a blinding glow. A golden flame trimmed in crystal blue. Signals that the day is new. Now the air increases in heat. As tranquility abounds Earth’s horizontal feet. A settling peace hushes across the land. While colorful hues blend sky to sand. When the world hears no woeful cries. Bless the day of the Utopian sunrise