Words are cheap.  Truly?

As a writer and songwriter, I have been thinking about this medium of communication that I use each day, and have been examining their impact on my life, as well as the lives of those that receive my communications each and every day.

I have determined that even though I am quite aware of how a story, poem, or an email, post or a song can make or break someone's day, in the past few months it has become much clearer to me just why that is so.

Prior to the advent of any spoken language, that concept . .. I will vocalize my intentions . . . must have been generated in the ancient speaker's mind as a thought.  Prior to the advent of the written word our ancestors preserved the spoken word through memory and the recounting of experience and wisdom in that same spoken manner.

Enter the Internet

There are plenty of places . . . millions of millions of places, and growing every day, for words to exist on the Internet.  So many, in fact, that where once our ancestors revered the written word as a gift from God preserved (consider the first tablets received by Moses), now we dismiss their impact as negligible.

We read, we skim over, gather a few words with peripheral attention, and extract a meaning.  Or not, as it serves us.  And we go on to another page of words.

Blast and flash  . . . .high impact screens flicker and dissolve at will.  My will.  It would serve me to remember that.

People develop contempt for that which they have too much of.  An overabundance leads to trivializing that object or item's inherent worth.  And even if at first we acknowledge and celebrate its value, over time and with complacency that value degenerates.  Additionally, the overwhelming volume of words, information and images we see each day can and do discourage and confuse.

I am "old school" in this respect.  For those of us reared on books - on the written word manifested into a material object we hold and physically manipulate . . .its tactile value is clear.  It is a sacred experience to hold it in my hands, to feel its weight, to run my fingers over its gossamer pages as I caress each delightful line . . .and this action is always accompanied by the revelation that within that weighted, bound dimension my salvation and my freedom awaits.  It is something that seems real to me, under which I can stand and uphold.

As a symbol for the Word of the Divine, it is my reconciliation with what Is, that I lost sight of as I turned my mind away in fear.

The hallowed halls of libraries, omniscient in their hushed silence, may seem dusty and obsolete to those who have been reared to gather information and knowledge by electronic means.

I began using the Internet years ago, but it was not until lately that I have been real-izing its true potential as a means of effective communication.  I have embraced this new world with the same intention as I approach the writing that I do on paper.  I still hold my sacred text in my hands each morning and dicate inspiration's notes on real honest-to-God pages most mornings.  However, I have come to know and love this new avenue of delight . . .this open window into the homes of my neighbors where I can spread the love in so many wonderful ways!

Never before in the history of humankind have we had this ability to assume this role and create a global impact .  . .through words.

Thoughts Re-Present

The genesis of a thought begins in the mind, and generally progresses to word, and then, eventually, to action.

The thought itself is not God, but can be in line with the God mind if I AM. 

God is the genesis point for all thought, not the thought itself.  It is the potential for thought, the divinely intricate web of possibilities on which thought generates.

The thought itself is not its maker, I AM.  The thought is as close to representing me in my most pure state as I can generate into this material world.  Even while, as an open and willing conduit, I receive information and create images on this screen, I am always aware of my insufficiency to truly communicate the thought behind them.  Intention makes up the difference, and Spirit exhuberantly bridges the gap.

The manifestation of this thought is a result of my energetic decision . . . my will . . . to realize its inception.  The word is its conception, literally, so to speak.

It is the next level of my representation of my thought.  Once again I must be clear . . .when in line with Love, I understand that it can never be a cause, but is an effect of something other than the thinker.

Loving thoughts, words and actions are the effect of creation.   God is all-ways the cause.

Thoughts in line with love benefit me as they benefit the collective.  Insufficient as they may seem to me, my words will be used by our Creator in Its loving way. 

In line with creation, my words are representative of a representation of my thought.  A re-presenting of that which I have always known, when I act from within the God mind.  It Is always.

I AM a messenger for my Creator . . .all I have I chose to BE.  I release my miscreations and step out of the way with as much gracefullness and clarity as I can, and allow this BEing to be an open conduit for the manifestation of the Word. 

Infused with the power and lightened with the potential to create the utmost expansion once they have been returned back to It, I send them out into the world.


****When you read My words and when you, in turn, extend My love with that same power and potential to others we create the most joyous, synergistic spiral of Love!!!****


 . . . .I do not trivialize the impact of my words . . . .


Namaste . . .