A New Era of Peace and Happiness for Little Children

This poem I felt inspired to write today as I contemplate one of the darkest issues on our planet – Pedophilia, I can barely write the words it so horrifies me. So I have felt to write and see what wisdom arises to help me to make peace with this. I feel the geometric circle in this poem as I spiralled in search of inspiration around this.  Interestingly the poem completed itself reinforcing what I wrote as truth.  I marvel at the power of love. The is no World Order it is a renewable era of peace and happiness. This moves the world, not a person but an intent.

This poem is my dedication to the children of the world who were always my inspiration. As a clown we met as equals and we played not as children but in innocence without limits.  I saw myself in them and they saw themselves in me. That is why we laughed.  May UNESCO prosper, may children not go online or be disconnected from the womb of love.  May they be encircled not by rings but by loving kindness that sings to them of their greatness, their treasures and their freedom to express who they really are.   It is time for the chamber of secrets to be fully opened and revealed, for light must shine into all dark corners in this imprisoned world. There are no secrets or walls in love.  For love holds the key to a renewable era of peace and happiness for the children of the world.  How do I know this is true? I wrote it then found it.  Seek and you will find. I am found so I no longer seek. I can relax on this one. Thy will be done. And so it is.

They are running around me at the moment, eating pies, smiling, hugging, gigling and playing.  I love it. It is they I truly serve.

 

A New Era of Peace and Happiness for Little Children

How do I write this song line?

How do I find the rhythm of child abuse?

For I am being told revelations,

I just have to stop and think,

I have to start and feel,

To sit silently as I contemplate the children,

How to protect them from those who want to use innocence,

In service of grotesque need,

For those men are unrecognisable,

As they hide behind pillars of power,

For this is the hour,

For a global reset.

 

Mother’s of the world,

Keep the inner child close,

Be present,

For the children need your attention,

Do not place them in child care,

For you must break the nexus of work to survive,

Communities must come together covered by the Shroud,

For the good, the holy and the beautiful,

Keeps their sensitive hearts safe,

Too many are left alone or vulnerable to the wolf,

Who comes in sheep’s clothing.

 

I am told he is as cold as ice,

He is the ring master,

Who thinks the power is in the One ring,

Secret societies of ritualistic degrees,

Have no freedom,

Sauron thinks he knows absolute power,

Saruman feels for the power of the geometric circle

not the enclosed ring,

He realises the eye is always watching

As it falls into shadow,

For surveillance is the eye that never sleeps,

For it knows no peace keeping,

It knows no loving kindness,

Only remote viewers in search of targets,

 

Children must find their power in spiritual protection,

Archangel wings silently enfold as they become bold,

For they must find their voice is no longer silenced by fear,

As inquiries ‘out’ those praying on children in robes and hoods,

For they strive for the highest degrees believing power is at the top of the pyramid,

Yet the cap stone is the ancient beacon housing universal knowledge,

The dragon serpent recoils as the climate changes,

A chamber of secrets,

Secret handshakes,

For I have seen the nod and a wink or is it skull and bones empty of substance?

As a brotherhood unites in crimes against humanity,

Striding around like Egyptian pharaohs as an inflated image that is larger than life,

Abusing trust,

Abusing position,

Abusing privilege,

Paying off witnesses,

Paying off felons,

For the fe lions (sphynx),

Was not serious,

To realise the cap stone is off,

The secret is out,

To discover denial is not a river in Egypt.

 

For the real power honours truth,

Protects children from harm,

Are not charmed by sharp suits and power elites,

As the matrix will be unplugged before it formulates another mis-adventure,

As the world awaits a renewable earth charter,

For this is not only a new story but a never ending story,

As we find power in virtue is of great value,

We find innocence in honesty of great valour,

We discover love in every breath we take,

Re-emerging the power of presence,

As the present humanity is giving to itself,

As the abuse is coming to an end,

Power and control are the anchors that have sunk the ship,

As the titanic was never unsinkable,

Industrialists are indelible,

And the rights of the children inalienable,

As many awaken from wisdom dream keepers,

As the true peace makers who will not make the same mistakes,

For they are learning from an earth school grounded in higher glyphics,

On the pre-text that is the power of giving,

Oneness is returning to itself,

An oroborous of infinity spiralling out to eternity returning,

For the One Heart the One Mind is the One Life laughing,

That requires no ring,

No master,

As all are masters awakening to self,

And this is a river that flows one way streaming to the sea,

As each droplets returns to the ocean of universal love,

That waves all home,

To a new golden ratio that rules,

A Fibonacci spiral,

Expanding space just-in-time.

 

So to the little children,

Know that you will inherent the earth,

For to be like the little child,

Is to understand that the camel can be threaded through the eye of a needle,

For this is not all seeing,

But all freeing,

And we are the thread in a great tapestry,

Where each colour tells a story that offers contrasts,

And the silk thread is the glow worm,

The enlightens each thread with a renewable purpose,

Of recalibrating the earth grids,

For happy kids,

At peace with who they are,

Smiling Buddha’s,

As the Shroud is the imprint,

A blueprint of who they will become,

For do not suffer little children,

Always the rainbow leads you to a pot-ter of gold,

And this is the alchemy of magical transformation that shape changes,

Not housed in base less words and actions,

As the greed for money is the root of all evil,

A mirror image of evil is to live, (Evil livE) 

As those dark are dying to live,

I see the words above pyramidal shape shifters:

Annuit Coeptis (“favor our undertakings”)

Will be dissolved as the salt in the wound is usury,

For Novus Ordo Seclorum

Is to long for a new era of peace and happiness,

Magnus ab integro seclorum nascitur ordo

as I keep vigil for Virgil…

 

“Now the last age by Cumae’s Sibyl sung

Has come and gone, and the majestic roll

Of circling centuries begins anew:

Justice returns, returns old Saturn’s reign,

With a new breed of men (women) sent down from heaven.

Only do thou, at the boy’s (girls) birth in whom

The iron shall cease,(a digital bypass) as the golden age arise. . .

 

Under thy guidance, whatso tracks remain

Of our old wickedness, once done away

Shall free the earth from never-ceasing fear.

He shall receive the life of gods, and see

Heroes with gods commingling, and himself

Be seen of them, and with his father’s worth

Reign o’er a world at peace.”