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I welcome into my life all that was aligned and pushed away.
I welcome into my life trust.
Trust to allow the walls to shatter into a million pieces of foam.
Foam to form.
Foam to fade.
I allow steps inward.
Closer, closer.
No need to run.
No need to chase.
Allow the discomfort.
No games.
Allowing the illusions to move through my being.
Wash away the mess.
White mist.
Pure form.
No dust.

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Lay upon the Mantle.

When you take me through the storm.
You lay your hand upon my heart and rest me still.
There I layed upon the mantle of mist.
Held, caressed by Mothers breast.
Upon the Earth of times layed by a nearing of the song.
It shall call you, you shall hear it.
It sings your hearts true song.
The surges, vibration.
The tremors of flow.
Rising high, rising low.
A quiver of Earth.
Shake to fall.
So the dust does settle.
Risen up.
Yellow sun.
The call.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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Neon- orange.
The chills.
Joy sublime.
Creativity opens.
Sensuality high.
Breathe in the colour.
Movement ignites.
As the fire within.
Peaks sexual highs.
Shivers my spine.
No timber in sight.
Nor pirate.
Yet Parrots speak.
No eyes.
Velvet within.
True inner bliss.
No sin.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart

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As I rise.
In the eyes.
Of the rose of rock.
Withers ways of green days.
Old Shepard flock.
Till the nigh.
Held deep inside.
One must delve within.
Bearer of lamp.
You will find.
That which up till now.
Had been fully hidden.
As the hand.
Pushes down.
In the deepest gut.
The fist of fate.
Will elate.
In the hand of God.

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Do you know what I find really difficult is unlearning patterns that are looked upon as healthy but to me personally they just aren’t for me anymore.
Each to there own – this isn’t a criticism just something I’m personally feeling into after noticing these patterns shift from within my life.
I don’t see that Earth needs healing nor people.
Yet maybe our view on ourselves and Earth could be shifted from looking at things that need “fixing” to acceptance.
I sat with someone today who was feeling ill, I refrained from healing them or giving advice and just sat there, present, pretty much silent and as love – it was eye opening on how quick the recovery was as I wasn’t projecting my feelings and worry all over them too. (Not always easy, I know but I wasn’t trying to hide these either I had full faith in the lesson and greater plan).
I truly believe everyone is a healer, we are all able, God doesn’t have favourites.
It’s maybe how we look up on others and situations as problems, as oppose to seeing the gift and the lesson which is in the learning and unlearning of what comes before us.
It’s quite likely I’m being shown this in this post as there is no definitive wrong or right, all perspectives equally valid.
This is not intended to offend but I really wanted to reveal my personal discoveries.
So many people struggle to be seen, be heard and taught of their own capacity and ability to go within themselves.
They feel they are not enough, inadequate, missing something because they haven’t been shown or taught that they to have all within.
Nor taught to look to who/what their belief is God, universe, higher self, source within themselves without the need of control, rules and restrictions.
Do we need to control all on the outer by perceiving to help, does this mean we don’t trust and have faith that we’ll be provided for unless we do it for others or ourselves.
I understand this could equally be said for me writing this, I am aware of this and this isn’t an attempt to control or covert but most definitely to speak my truth from a place of love and open balanced awareness.
I don’t have all the answers, there is no perfect.
Have you ever chosen to actually not speak for a day, a few days, a week and listen and feel what goes on in your body….it speaks volumes.
Have you ever stepped back when people, animals are asking you for something and asked yourself am I doing this as a programmed response, a need to be kind, is this person or animal infront of me teaching me to say no or to become aware of my inner avoidance of needing to be busy so I don’t have to deal with what’s lurking underneath.
Could you redirect them into themselves or to God.
Do you ask what this is teaching you too.
Unconditional love is an all encompassing state off being and in this we see divine perfection – no need to intervene. I have experienced this, so I can say this is truth.
Maybe we could look deep within our being and ask, if there was nothing to heal, fix, accept or change, what exactly would we be doing, what would life be like, would you hold the same beliefs or any in fact.
Just something to ponder upon.
This is where I am at and it’s not easy, pretty or straightforward. As someone who has always done for others I’m really questioning why I’m doing things and how I can bring a healthy balance to giving and receiving as I most definitely feel the call to do so.

Reflections – Helen Rebecca Hart.

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When I do not lay bread upon the ledge of the outer.
God always provides.
A bird carries a worm to show me their prize.
A cat brings a mouse to the alter of outside.
A magpie sweeps up and carries the mouse.
Is it my need or theirs that I take seed out from my hand to their mouth.
Do I trust in God If I take to my own ways.
Or are these old stories.
“Performing” in seemingly kind ways.