Writing History Forward – Part 1/2 – Steve Beckow

Masterpiece Shakyamuni Statue @ thangkashopn


Writing History Forward – Part 1/2

A reader wrote in and said she was dying of waiting.

Me too, I can assure you.

What do I do to revive myself? (1) When I need to, I go through a number of steps.

I might bring up love from my heart, which, when it arises, changes my outlook completely, no matter what the issue is.

I might ask myself what my chosen ideal, my role model, or my chief guide would do at this moment.

I might explore where my bliss lies these days.

Or I might ask myself to write history forward.

What on Earth does that mean? Well, what happens here on Earth will be studied by other civilizations. Our role in it will be publicly available and part of the study – or not.

How do I want my own part to be read – if it is at all – when seen by a planet halfway across the universe? Or in another universe? What do I want to be said about me and what I did, how I behaved, during these years?

Maybe nothing will be said but maybe lots will. If I want to impact my behavior, if I want to inspire myself and keep myself on track, the thought of writing history forward –  of behaving in ways I wouldn’t mind seeing end up in the history books – often obliges me to lift myself up and keep going.

(Concluded tomorrow in Part 2.)


(1) As a pillar, I’m here to the end so I don’t have the luxury of opting out.

(2) He continues:

“Does that mean that we set you up? No. What it actually means, sweet angels, is that there are times when even we are surprised. Yes, I know. Yes, it is so. We know of the grander plan and the unfoldment of that plan on Earth and elsewhere. And let me tell you that the unfoldment and the Ascension of Gaia and everything upon her is a very big piece of the plan, which is infinite and eternal.”(“Sanat Kumara: Our Heartfelt Apologies to the Disappointed,” Jan. 7, 2013, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/into-the-golden-age-of-gaia/the-midpoint-of-ascension/sanat-kumara-our-heartfelt-apologies-to-the-disappointed/.)

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Signals to Her Heart – James Mahu @ WingMakers

Shelter Of The Sacred by Shiloh Sophia McCloud


Signals to Her Heart

Out where the ocean beats its calm thunder
against grainy shores of quartz and sand,
she strolls, hands pocketed in a flowing gown
of pearl-like luminance.
I can see her with hair the color of sky’s deepest night
when it whispers to the sun’s widow
to masquerade as the sickle’s light.
This is she.
The one who knows me as I am
though untouched is my skin.
The world from which she steps
pounces from mystery,
announces her calm beauty
like a willow tree bent to still waters.
In this unhurt place she takes her body
to the shoreline listening for sounds
beneath the waves
that tell her what to do.
How great is her dream?
Will it take her across the sea?
Does she hear my heart’s voice
before the translation?
She scoops some sand
with her sculpted hands and
like an hourglass the particles fall
having borrowed time
for a chance to touch her beauty.
Her lips move with prayers of grace as she tells
the wind her story;
even the clouds gather overhead to listen.
Her gestures multiply me
with the sign of infinity,
disentangled from all calculations,
adorning her face with a poetry of tears.
I am summoned by her voice
so clear it startles me.
I watch her because I can.
I know her because she is me.
I desire her because she is not me.
In all my movement, in the vast search
for something that will complete me,
I have found her
on this shoreline,
her faint footprints,
signatures of perfection
that embarrass time with their fleeting nature.
I am like the cave behind her
watching from darkness,
hollowed from tortured waves
into a vault that yearns to say
what she cannot resist.
A language so pure it releases itself
from my mouth like long-held captives
finally ushered to their home.
She turns her head and looks
past me as if I were a ghost unseen,
yet I know she sees my deepest light.
I know the ocean is no boundary to her love.
She is waiting
for the final path to my heart to become clear.
And I am waiting
for something deep inside
to take my empty hands
and fill them with her face
so I can know the rehearsals were numbered,
and all the splinters
were signals to her heart.
James Mahu—the visionary creator behind the WingMakers, Event Temples, SpiritState, and Lyricus websites, books, booklets, music, art, poetry and metaphysical papers.


Shelter Of The Sacred by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

Gratitude & Appreciation to all artists ~ Credit given where this is known. Any queries, please contact me, Shekinah