change, Christ, Community, God, life, love, Mystic, poet, Poetry, purpose, Source

STILL TO SEA SEE.

STILL TO SEA SEE.

In this moment I realise we’re free.
Free from yesterday.
Free from tomorrow.
Free from being more, doing more, having more.
Free from attaching to something external to bring about false hope, light and happiness.
Free from denial.
Free from chains.
Free from the prison of the mind.
If not free there.
Free now.
Breathe.
Cool inner.
Hot outer.
Space inbetween.
Breathe.
Now.
Here.
Now.
Here.
There.
Becomes.
Now.
Here.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

Art, ascension, change, poet, Poetry, purpose, rebirth, Source

FIRST I MUST BREAK.

FIRST I MUST BREAK.

There’s a mighty roar of oceans.
Oceans that want to reach out and pour.
A mighty roar of oceans.
That want to breathe life once more.
There’s a new beginning.
Stripped bare from what was before.
As I shed my hair.
In to the wind.
Leave the one behind.
Who once was.
She doesn’t fit in.
No in the concept of herself.
No more.
A need to move forward.
Or upward.
The old had no more room to grow.
No place to go.
The silence too still.
No will can take this lake.
A touch to talk.
One word may breathe, breath, walk.
First I need to break.
To feel the wind within.
The willows bloom breath.
The heart breathes gold dust.
To dance as the field.
Without a care for more.

Poem – Helen Rebecca Hart.

love, Messages, One, parenting, poet, Poetry, presence, purpose

PINK FLOWS.

PINK FLOWS.

Love.
True love.
It is delicate yet very present in it’s presence.
It cannot be owned, possessed or taken.
It is full, filled and fully felt.
Without sex in sight.
It is not an object of beauty.
It is not brought on by the eye.
Love just is.
Love is an ever floating pink mist that cradles you without taking you.
Love is a heart opening full flowing force.
Minus force.
It holds no control.
Nobody owns love.
It has no status.
It is not dependant upon sexual desire.
That’s lust.
Many man have confused lust for love.
Love isn’t an erecting force.
It is soft, delicate yet is full bodied in it’s taste.
Love doesn’t speak with a tongue.
It has no need to be told.
For if you are telling of love.
It’s not that.
Love just is.
A baby an image of love.
An embodiment of love.
Not an object but pure life.
A Mother or Fathers love does not bind nor attach.
It guides, it allows, it accepts.
It’s felt with no hands steering a wheel in sight.
It’s not an adornment but an embodiment.
A pink mist from the inner core.
It envelops the one.
It’s in it’s words, breath, touch.
All without a plan.
It touches all of those around who feel.
It brags not of what it has done.
An inner outer blanket.
A warm supportive hand.
A vision, no eye.
It isn’t blinding.
That which binds.
That again not love.
Love doesn’t ask for a thing nor does it give with intention.
It isn’t taken or given in greed or lack.
It does not come with a photo or image.
Yet desire does.
Again not love.
Love a state of presence.
You’ll feel it when you know.
It cannot be held in permanence.
A force of vibration.
A pink caressing mist that softly holds.
Yet fully flows.
Love a heart filled presence.
No words truly explain.
True loves vibration.
No claimant in sight.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

ascension, change, Children, Christ, Connection, God, Inner child, life, love, Messages, musings, One, poet, presence, purpose, relationships, Spirit, Trauma

THE GOLDEN ONE.

When your heart is yearning.
Pour yourself into yourself.
It yearns for you.
It longs for you.
It calls to be heard.
To be held.
To be here.
Not there.
Love is not found in another,
Nor is happiness.
For you are love.
Crack open and let it flow.
If you hand the key to your heart
To the one.
Let that one be you.
Nobody else deserves the honour.
Of all of you.
There’s no need to give yourself away.
It’s a painful existence.
An open wound.
A melded plaster.
A painful seperation.
When you long and yearn.
Pour yourself into yourself.
No other can fill you.
To be filled.
Call for source, the divine, God, Christ.
Whoever you choose.
That spark you see in another.
That light you feel you need.
Is source.
Fill yourself up.
Please don’t give your heart away.
Most definitely not to me.
I am not the one.
I’m unsure if there is another at this point in time.
Outside of me.
Time will tell.
What I do know from life is.
When yearning, when not filled.
I/she/he could never meet your expectations.
They’re not what you’ve imagined.
Don’t give yourself away.
At least not to me.
When they said no it meant no.
Stop trying.
Save yourself the heartache.
I’ve been there too.
Yearning for someone who isn’t interested.
A painful existence.
Wondering why.
Trying, forever trying.
Save yourself for yourself.
Fall into the arms of the beloved, source.
Pour yourself into yourself.
Your heart yearns for you.
To give up the fight.
To come back home.
Held always forever held.
Home.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

change, Christ, Connection, God, life, MOVEMENT, presence, Source, spirituality, Trauma

SEIZURES AND STORED TRAUMA.

SEIZURES – TRAUMA RELEASE.

For the past 90mins or so I have been conscious and having a seizure, many seizures, more release yet to come as I can feel it.
I couldn’t stop it once it started.
I don’t know if I have ever seizured before but haven’t consciously.
I am perfectly incredibly more than fine.
So please don’t be concerned.
I’m actually quite amazed.
It’s incredible the gift that I’ve been given.
I’ve known something major was unfolding in my life leading up to this.
I’ve felt heavily held as if they are with me energetically and still am by the energy of living family members, ancestors, God, Christ within for the past few days.
There’s been huge unfoldment leading up to this.
A seizure from what I have experienced (I can only comment on my own experience) is the reinactment of traumatic events stored within the body.
It is a discharge and release of the trauma imprint and memory.
This was confirmed by the third eye visual I received whilst it was happening of someone I know who suffers with seizures.
I was very ready for this!
This part of me has been frozen in time as such.
My mind, body and soul aligned to this knowing I was ready for this!
I have just witnessed exactly what happened to me through body movement, body reactions and non reactions and the movements that were forced upon my limp body in 2012.
The body has just released the exact movements both where my body was moved by them and the uncontrolled natural body responses (like the heart beating or when we sneeze etc) and I most definitely was fully unconscious when it happened.
A seizure from what I experienced is a delayed trauma release, it’s not something forced it just happens naturally and is a delayed reaction like that of which an animal naturally flows to after freeze in a near death situation; shaking itself back into it’s reality and releasing the stress and hormones that are surging through the body.
The release from freeze state when it’s been many years later can brought on and triggered by a simulated experience or similar experience of the unfoldment of the initial trauma e.g movement, smells, tastes, touches, visual etc.
I asked God for divine intervention so much for this.
Hope this helps someone.
Please only take what resonates.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.