“Resolution”: In Your Eyes

September 29, 2013

((A Uniquely Moving Song, Gathering, and Message))

Solsbury Hill Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve I had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom, boom “Son,” he said, “Grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.” (Hey back home) To keeping silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut

Focuses +

Focuses +

Sound of Silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more.  People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence. “Fools” said I, “You do not know Silence like a cancer grows.” WAWOpen

“Because I Love you all so much.”

Focuses ++

Focuses ++


Joan of Arc + (Whisper)

September 23, 2013

I Remember You

In His Name

Tourniquet


Raining: Sets and Stages

September 22, 2013
Higher Sets (and Stages)

Higher Sets (and Stages)

Another Chance
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Happiness, Fulfillment, Passion,
The Exclusive,
The Uplifting Gifts, Shared:
How can they be more than imagined –
If the past plucks, grounds us
To a plane of the never to be dared?
Believing –
In Wonders,
In Seeking further,
In a continuance of Realizing Dreams –
Indeed,
This may lead us – to Everything.
Where there is Hope
There can be Growth,
For these are the buds that Spirit Wings.
Where there is a Song,
There can be Singing –
If we accept Awakenings of Chance.
Rewards are for the Soaring –
As we Unfold, Embrace,
In another cleansing Flight, and Dance.


(“A Time to Gather – A Time to Sing – A Time for a Song”)

All Sides (One Goal)

The Crest of Hope

Book of Days

A Guide


A “Sunrise” + A “Sword”

September 18, 2013

)) Yes ~^~)
Moody Times + Yes
Wooden Birthdays
Sunrise
Bless my eyes
Catch my soul
Make me whole again

Sunrise, new day
Hear my song
I’m tired of fightin’
And foolin’ around
But from now on
Till who knows when
My sword will be my friend
And I’ll love you, love you
For all of my time


Live Tourniquets (Evanescence)

September 15, 2013


Paths, Woods, and Harps

September 14, 2013

In the Woods

In the (opening) woods they found one, and another.  Unforgiving landscapes of former trails had left them withdrawn, yet anxious – to awaken (once again).  Life, in description of their past, was (partially) possible in terms of anticipating realized dreams.  Then, to spite transitory evolutions, they ran through an enveloping forest – into eternal paths of embracing possibilities.  Trials of time had judged, ruled, become circular fates, as if it was a natural passing of dates.  Yes, theirs, “for [many] a season,” traveled darkly – while Hope, the survival key, lent shelves selfishly.  Though separations (directions) had moved them among similar destinies, here, beyond the (fading) trees, they would truly meet.

It was a search (so to speak) for everlasting youth.  Following, came mornings of ever-spinning truth.  Two drank current instants together — conversed with the sun.  And she softly questioned reason: “Of this, what will become?”  He answered passionately: “Truth is forever done!”  In that presence, Light shone upon reality.  Cups filled with wonder; they began to reach.  She smiled with the glowing (of their newfound peaks).  He listened, soared, and returned – without retreat.  A clearing welcomed each dawning; these paths were beyond defeat.  Two (who were wandering) grew in acceptance, in fulfillment, of what (more) would (promisingly) be.

My Lorraine; My Everything

(<Y>)

Paths, Moons, and Harps +

Last night was our anniversary, White Wolf.
And, last night you left this world.
It was a “Holy Union,”
Yet certain provisions never unfurled.
You were “My Everything,”
My spiritual wife,
My best friend,
All that was intertwined (and left) in my life.
Our Love will go on, forever –
Though, until I see (and hear) you again,
The eternity promised
Will never be the first day, to begin.

05/01/2011

Anna Katharina Emmerick_saint_visionary

Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich“Is notable for her visions on the life and passion of Jesus Christ, reputed to be revealed to her by the Blessed Virgin Mary under religious ecstasy.”

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These passages are in love, honor, and memory of Lorraine Travis (with ongoing inspirations).  She gave (and shared) some of the Greatest Gifts with me — many of which most would never believe.  Respectively, if ever a (second) chance shall be given (with renewed seasons and circumstances), in turn, a sharing as much as possible with the world regarding what utmost challenges and infallible visionary experiences she went through is intended.  A prayer: If I fail to do the latter, may others, collectively, (or someone else, individually) be able to make this come true (in and from the Spirit).  09/23/2016

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“Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them”: From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected (or lighted) realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths.  In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds with pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond our earthly settings, even the physical may follow through.

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To my love, my “Joan of Arc”:
At pristine times, you were a messenger –
of the greatest “Glimpse[s].”
At present times, we are continued –
among the messages.
07/2012 + 11/2016

Lorraine -Rosed Hands +
(Still Waiting, Emmit.)
Made In Heaven - Again

 Sent by Lorraine (after breaking through with Light) on 2/11/2017:


In Memory: Scrolled Winds

September 8, 2013
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Remember: Scrolled +

Remember: Scrolled +

Sights of 1+

Sights of 1+

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