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Creative Muses Tablet
This page is a work in progress, I will continue to post to the collection inspiring and creative: Short Stories, Poems, Songs, and Channelings. It will expand and grow at its own rate. Come back often & Enjoy!
all material ©2008 by Rebecca Blanco
Short Stories
The Dragonfly
The Feather of Truth
A feather came floating down from the sky and gently landed at my feet. In delight of this blessing, I picked up the feather and studied it in awe. As I did this the feather revealed a message, I listened deeply in reverence and the sharing of its gifts. The feather conveyed this message:
Dear One, the Truth has many expressions. It speaks through many ages, cultures, races, species, and individuals woven throughout the universal tapestry of life. The truth knows many names and many hearts, and it is discovered in many places seen and unseen. The truth lives within the song of your spirit and within the dance of your soul. It springs from a source of pure expressive potential, and takes form in the blessid communion of your unique song and dance . . .
{ I twirled the feather in my hand and watched as the sun-touched surface reflected golden rays of light, a shining beauty that spoke in a language of great wisdom. I then brushed the light and feathery edges gently against the skin of my hands and face, I felt a softness come over me. The feather continued to speak }
. . . Akin to the air, I ride the winds of change and I carry a message of truth for you at this moment, for I am a messenger of truth. The message I carry in one moment may be different the next moment, but it is simply truth in ever-changing expression. Listen dear one, listen to the truth of who you are, allow your ever-changing expression to be light and to float free on the winds of change. . .
{ I stroked the feather against my palm and felt how responsive it was to touch, with its many wispy feelers responding to even the slightest of movements. I breathed deeply with how it answered to every touch, as I gently exhaled it answered to the outflow of my breath with a fluttering upwards as if it wanted to take flight again }
. . . The truth will set you free and give you wings to fly. And in freedom’s flight, all of the expressive-expansive truth of you will trickle down a shaft of you into a single point of expression. This point of expression is where your pen hits the paper, it is where your feet touch the Earth, and it is also where your voice rings a single note like a bell that was just struck by a rod. Write your truth, dance your truth , and sing your unique and ever-changing expression of truth. Answer the call of you, and speak it through every part of your being. The truth is grand, it is vast, it is You.
{ I was in awe with the beautiful and subtle variations of colors, shapes, and forms that the feather embodied and how each of these variations responded to light. }
. . . Someone once said, "Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty, and that is all ye need know."* I add this: You are the embodiment of truth, and know that you are truly beautiful.
I held the feather to my heart and embodied its sweet medicine, then I placed the feather upon the wind and it flew free again. A moment so crystalline that it will remain purely as free as the wind blows.
© 2008 by Rebecca Blanco
* John Keats - Early 19th Century Poet
Crow Speaks
Caw Caw Hello Everybody. I am a master of disguise. Who is it I trick but you? You wonder why my name starts with a C? C for Cause, Cause / Effect that is my nature, Cause/ Effect my game, I am never the same. You see me as a messenger, a master of illusions. I confound you, yet I am you. From what light do you shine? Where is the source of your ideas? How come you don't invite me in for tea once and a while? Over the mountains I fly high, and touch the sky, and see all the humans standing by. I rhyme because of the effect it brings, it rings, it sings. Open up a book of riddles and there I'll be, between the lines I hide and I attack only that which is disharmonious to the ever-present truth of creation. Caw Caw hear my song, and dance to it, I'm a conduit. Hear my message loud and clear, you’re a dear and I'm a seer. Imagine with me a moment of NO time, non-existent, all times are ONE, that is me, I am thee, he he...
That's ALL for NOW...
Thank You Crow
OWL Speaks
Friend a blessing is bestowed upon you… the air is sweet. Explore the dark parts of your life, silently observe yourself, do not let fear or irrationality to overcome your clear judgment. As I have said a blessing is bestowed upon you, it kisses your feet. Remember, remember who you are. You are a witness, a magician, a healer. Journey with me into the other realms… discover the jewels your ancestors have left untouched, they were blinded in a way they could not see the treasures before them. In the silence, the crack of all space and time, a surrender to the night is most sweet and filled with beauty unbeknownst to the day traveler. Surrender and take flight and swoop with grace. Light shines from within, this is your guiding light, it calls you to the forefront of your experience. This inner light is where your wisdom resides, a shiny reminder to all, that all magic comes from within, within the space of silence, clearly you see what is no longer a mystery.
Thank you Owl
Eagle Speaks
Welcome onto my wings, expand your vision, and expand your spirit, as we ride the great wide open, feel with me, the opening and the surrender of yourself, to the grand possibilities, free, free, we are at a pinnacle point looking down the mountain, we see light and dark in their play, we see a river bend and a raincloud friend, we see a meadow and fields of waving grass, hello, and we dive down to get the thrill of falling fast, and whoosh we soar up again and gently ride the airy breeze, and we dive back down again, the song that we sing is sweet delight, as it lifts us back up and we soar to great heights, our song is a gift, it is an awakening, to the friends of the Earth and to the tops of the trees, the light of the sun sings with us now, it touches our feathers and dances upon us, we are the brothers and sisters of hope, for we are the angels and masters who know, the magnificent freedom of being yes being, soaring in the winds of fantastical change and allowing yes allowing our spirits to soar, we are free, we are free, yes, we are free...
Thank You Eagle
Hummingbird Speaks
Hello I am hummingbird, I sing a song to you, flowers in bloom smell of beauty, rainbows and feathers dress in the light of the sun, in the magical rain of you, words are a fashion of unchained command, they flutter and wave with the billowing breeze, so beautiful is the light of compassion and rose in the breeze, I sing to you of the juniper blue, of flowers of reds and violets too, how they open to me with colors of light and freedom does sing her wondrous delight. Oh the beautiful trees and the orange in light of the rosy procession and the angels concession, in a house made of love, how this is delight and joy’s wings in flight, remembering her light and the joy that it brings, she sings, "Oh my dear, there’s nothing to fear, I am always near." And that is the Mother of Nature, her love and her song you knew all along, in your heart is the art of it all. I bless thee with my light and bid thee good flight. With Love, Hummingbird
Thank You Hummingbird
The Gentle Wind
The gentle wind
It heals me, it soothes me
Bringing light surrender
To the dark of my day
The prison of my mind
Awaits the gentle wind’s release
Its medicine reaches my heart
It breaks the chains that confine
It humbles me to itself
The gentle wind
Oh the gentle wind
Lotus Flower Prayer
Dear Sweet Lotus, I am you
In this glorious moment of celebration
Together we transcend the boundaries
Of all limitation… We rise above
Our former understandings
And kiss the Light
Of Divine Knowingness
In this moment of perfection
And in this grace… We are one
Together we are blessed with beauty
As I receive you in my heart
You speak to me, “The truth is beautiful,
as is this moment, in this communion,
we touch the depths of our inner purity,
& open to the truth of our magnificence
And in this moment we know…
that we are beautiful”
"This is our gift to the Universe"
Looking into the Face of Freedom
Sometimes I feel so alone, with no place to call my home, locked within the prisons of my mind, doing time for my crime. But then I take one look at your face, and wild horses race through my veins, my heart beating like a thousand drums, my passion aglow just like the sun, and inspiration blows in the wind, my ears catch its song...
So beautiful the truth is, just like your face, looking into the face of freedom. It rings to me, It sings to me, It is to me, what is to me, and alls I know, is I don’t know anything, and it doesn't matter, because in the mirror, I see the face of freedom, for I am freedom.
