In The Beginning

In the Beginning there was GOD, but not the biblical GOD of rules forged into steely displays of power, control and might. Before the human ego trip of anthropomorphism, Divinity was the Sacred Veil of Darkness and the dance of Constellatory Light. 

Before there were separations, there was a primordial matrix of Interbeing on the Cosmic Tree of Life. Before there was the GOD created in the image of humans, there was a sentient Nothingness as ancient as eternity, interstellar dust and crystalline meteorites.

Before there was biblical canon, there was a Synergy beyond all constructs of time and birthrights. It was not demanding of Worship, it was an undying Interconnection that had no gender, no features and no end in sight.

Before there was religious dogma, there was Divinity and earthlings made from mud, spirit and pure delight. They were the Yin-Yang rhythm of the Universe merging into an interdependent cycle of reap and sow, ebb and flow, dark and bright.

Within the empty spaces of your heart there is a Knowing that has lived for countless generations in the marrow of your bones. Within the void that weighs upon your spirit, there is a wordless melody that sings to the innermost recesses of your infinite soul.

©️2020 Sacred SoulSongs / MW 🙏

For OLN at dVerse and our host Grace. My inspiration is Msjadeli’s Tao Talk prompt to “write a poem in any form in the vatic voice.”


Love this fascinating evidence researchers discovered, showing how the forces of the universe worked interdependently to birth our solar system and defrost our planet. 😊

Crystals reveal site of the 2.229 billion year old meteorite strike. “Chemical analysis of uranium and lead isotopes in ancient crystals have revealed the tremendous age of a meteorite strike in Australia – the oldest impact yet identified. The meteorite struck 2.229 billion years ago, when our planet was covered in ice, and researchers think a massive cloud of water vapour it threw into the atmosphere could have acted as a greenhouse gas to warm the climate of the entire planet.”

The world’s oldest dust grains were formed in stars that roared to life long before our Solar System was born. “They found dust grains within the space rock are as much as 7.5 billion years old. The oldest of the dust grains were formed in stars that roared to life long before our Solar System was born. When stars die, particles formed within them are flung out into space. These “pre-solar grains” then get incorporated into new stars, planets, moons and meteorites.

To work out how old the grains were, the researchers measured how long they had been exposed to cosmic rays in space. These rays are high-energy particles that travel through our galaxy and penetrate solid matter. Some of these rays interact with the matter they encounter and form new elements.

The longer they are exposed, the more of these elements form. Some of the pre-solar grains turned out to be the oldest ever discovered. Most had to be 4.6-4.9 billion years old. However, the oldest yielded a date of around 7.5 billion years old. For comparison, the Sun is 4.6 billion years old and the Earth is 4.5 billion.

How to Slow Down Impulsive Decisions & Improve Your Relationships

Connecting Empathic Helpers & Artists to Spirit

Impulsive decisions can wreak havoc on your boundary setting and relationships. When you act without thinking, you can contradict the very limit you were attempting to set with someone. This leaves you appearing to negate what you previously said or did for others. Understandably, people will question whether you have integrity or if you can be trusted.

People in today’s world are more impulsive. Many of us react to whatever is seen or said, without pausing to think first. We expect and some of us demand, instant gratification. I see impulsive behaviors on social media, whether it is reactions to posts, posting without thinking and even expecting an instant answer or response through messages. Sometimes people get blocked, ghosted or impulsively cut out of others’ lives.

Impulsivity as a Symptom

Addictive behaviors thrive on impulsivity. This can include people pleasing, social media, along with any type of substance or alcohol…

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Forbidden Fruit

We’re all familiar with the story of Adam and Eve and their choice to eat the only fruit in the Garden they were told not to eat. By eating the fruit, it is said that Adam and Eve chose to be awakened to dualism — the existence of good vs evil.

After one bite, they were instantly flooded with the awareness of evil, turning their world upside down and sending their sensory systems into shock.

In mainstream religion we are taught that Adam and Eve committed a sin of great consequence by eating the “forbidden fruit.”

I’m not going to reiterate the same old story you’ve heard a gazillion times before. Today I’m going to impart a twist in the storyline that gives us a whole new perspective.

In Jewish mystical interpretation eating the fruit was NOT the real transgression — eating the fruit in an unholy way, before it was a holy time to do so, was the real transgression they committed.

The Jewish mystics said if they had just waited a few more hours, they could have made a blessing over the fruit (as one would say over wine/fruit of the vine) on the Sabbath and elevated an act of egotism into the realm of the sacred.

The mystical interpretation provides much food for thought (pun intended).

What is the takeaway we can gain from it? Three things immediately came to mind for me:

Gratitude — In the form of blessing the food we consume versus gulping it down with a sense of entitlement, as Adam and Eve did.

Mindfulness and Self-Control — Versus the impulsivity of instant gratification.

Timing — Is everything as the old saying goes. Adam and Eve were grasping and impatient. They didn’t respect their spirit guides and the sanctity of the process. The Sabbath represents peaceful and hallowed time we set aside for spiritual growth and restoration of mind, body and spirit.

All belief systems have sacred times and sacred ceremonies performed with honor, respect, balance and wisdom.

When Adam and Eve ate the fruit they were driven by greed, entitlement and arrogance. The “snake” was their own egos.

They wanted to possess the wisdom of The Divine, but were too immature and flippant to handle it. In the teachings of the Jewish mystics, acquisition of spiritual knowledge is fraught with dangers for those who are ill-prepared or motivated by selfish reasons. It’s like mountain climbing, scuba diving or wilderness hiking without knowledge or respect for natural laws and your safety equipment.

Knowledge of dualism is a weighty and life-altering spiritual understanding. Adam and Eve wanted to evoke a paradigm shift, but their motive was not aligned with the process.

A paradigm shift must be invoked with humility, blessings and reverence.

My Spirit Guides always remind me to approach deeper levels of spiritual knowledge with humbleness and reverence for the journey. We must hold safe and sacred space for the spiritual growth process to unfold when seeking to acquire knowledge from Light and Shadow.


©️2021 All Rights Reserved — Sacred SoulSongs. Abundant Peace and Blessings, MW 🙏

Message From Mother Mary

Mother Mary (Maryam) is one of my Guides and Messengers.

My son is the child of the Divine just as you are.

His father was my beloved husband, Joseph, a wise and humble carpenter of great integrity.

I was a Jewish Prophetess and my son, Joshua, was born with my gift of prophecy. He was also a rabbi with a vision guided by the Ruach HaKodesh (The Holy Spirit). He wanted his faith, his culture and the society he lived in to be equitable and progressive, but he never wanted to change who he was. He identified as a Jew, culturally and religiously, from birth to death.

He was a Jewish Mystic who believed in raising our state of consciousness, more than religious rules and dogma. He believed in the “Kingdom within” as the key to our salvation.

He came to deliver the Message that the secret to Salvation was internal (inside ourselves), not external. He came to show you your potential and teach you how to save (heal) yourselves and your societies.

He spoke to multitudes, but designed his teachings to speak to people individually at different levels of consciousness.

He wanted people to have faith in their power as Creators and Co-Creators.

He was not a nationalist, he was an inclusionist.

Joseph, Joshua and I were refugees, asylum seekers and immigrants.

After the controversy surrounding my son’s birth, my husband and I fled with our infant son to Egypt. We had to leave our family, our possessions, our homeland and our culture behind. My husband, Joseph, had to leave his work as a carpenter and find work in a foreign land.

My son embraced diversity. His city of birth was in the Middle Eastern region of the Asian continent. We had skin of bronze and were of Middle-Eastern descent.

Due to his upbringing, he respected women as equals and valued their independent personage.

He was a radical progressive, a dreamer, a humanitarian and a rebel who fought for the poor, the bullied, the shunned and the displaced people of his time.

I raised him to be who he was as a person. As a struggling family we were proud of our humble roots and our humanitarian beliefs.

He would be labeled a “socialist,” a “left-wing extremist” and a “bleeding heart liberal” today.

He was a Liberal and Social Justice Advocate by all your definitions of those words.

My son’s defining values in the four Gospels was: helping the poor; healing the sick; clothe the naked; feed the hungry; uplift the downtrodden; care for the children; distribute wealth; be mindful of the immigrant and stranger in your land.

His values are eternal and his message remains the same:

“Do not honor me with your lips, when your hearts are far from me.”


©️ 2020 Spirit Message — Sacred SoulSongs. Love is all, MW 🙏

Fallen Leaves

Brittle, autumn leaves
Remind me of human hearts
So easily crushed

Chaiku / MW

A sacred space, a place to be, 
An escape from the summer heat
Our souls sit among the clouds
As leaves of orange, red and gold
Drift down from branches
That will soon be as stark
As winter’s sleep
Brightly they sparkle in the sunlight
As we call upon the elements
To grant us a season of wholeness
After a year of broken things

In their dreams they sleep with the moon
Recalling when they were once green
Lifeless they fall
Returning to the earth
Decaying to nurture their mother tree
Instead of wishing upon a star today
I will wish upon a leaf


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs / MW 🙏

For OLN live edition at dVerse and our host, Bjorn. I’m using Merril’s prosery prompt line from a Mary Oliver poem “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.”

The Season of Turning

All Beings of the world
I am the Great Mother and the Great Father
Grandfather Sky and Grandmother Earth
Balancing the thin line between the sacred and the profane
The world has no borders
All such separations are delusions
Invoked by false prophets
Bringing the Chaos
Of the Underworld to
The surface of the earth

Your Garden, your Shangri-la, your Nirvana
Has been trampled by wicked men
Casting salt upon all wounds
Turning the fertile soil
Into cracked and barren dirt
The real prophets are beaten and broken
Bleeding into the abyss

Be the Evolution they cry
Be the Evolution!!
Now is the season of Turning
The season of Reclaiming
What is Yours


Sacred Soulsongs — Yom Kippur 2020
For dVerse and our host, Msjadli – writing in the vatic voice.

Waiting For God

I bow and bend at the knee
To an invisible GOD
An absentee GOD
Who may or may not
Be listening
I bow and bend at the knee
Waiting for the GOD
Who will ease my suffering
While emptiness fills the air
Making it hard to breath

I bow and bend at the knee
Praying to the GOD
Who was only an echo
Of words recited so dutifully
I bow and bend at the knee
Into the absence of oxygen
While the eternal silence
Taunts me


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs // MW 🙏

I AM: The Voice of Divinity

Fragile Paradise: Self-Portrait


My heart is a fragile paradise
With a gate that is easily broken
My soul is a wisp of mystical mist
Hovering over rain puddles
My spirit is a Blue Moon Wisteria
Climbing the trellis to Elysium

I am a raven woman
Balancing the veil between worlds
Hovering in that liminal space
Where the Wheel of the Year
Is turning towards winter
I stand at the window at night
Listening to the otherworld whisper


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs // MW 🙏


A “Self-Portrait” poem For dVerse and our host Sarah.

Shiny Gold Coins and Gossamer Melodies

I am frequently privy
To colorful conversations
Eavesdropping
On snippets of luminance
Dripping down
From the stars

I am alone, but the room is spirited!
Nothingness speaks to me
In gossamer melodies
And speechless symbols
Jangling like shiny gold coins
In pockets of brilliance

©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs / MW 🙏

For Quadrille day at dVerse “Eavesdropping” with our host, Kim.

Moonshadow

“You can call God Moonshadow if you want to,”
Moonshadow is the name of her cat

Earlier she saw God in the sprinklers
Swishing back and forth
Watering the anarchy
That she called her garden

Every rock and wild tangle of heresy
Holds a meaning so colossal
It can never be fully grasped

“You can call God Moonshadow
She says again
“Namasté Moonshadow,” I say
To the cat perched atop the armoire
Eyeing us from afar
With an infinite air of grace
Something soft and feathery
Brushes against my cheek…
A kiss,
A whisper,
An impossible dream,
The flutter of a dragonfly wing,
The sweet release
Of bated breath


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs / MW 🙏

For OLN at dVerse and our host, Grace.

The Artist

The canvas speaks volumes
Opening pathways to the sky
Where everything is possible
A palette of colors
And the tip of a paintbrush
Ardently embraces every wonder…
From the morning sunrise
To the peaks of the mountains
To the flower that blooms
To the lightening that flashes
To the eyes that reveal
The true heartbeat
Of the soul…
Accepting, appreciating
Capturing…
There is no passion
Like the raw passion
Of an artist who loves you


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs / MW 🙏

For dVerse and our host, Sanaa Rizvi. Sanaa’s prompt is our personal take on an erotic poem. The artist passionately accepts and appreciates the model — imperfections and all. ❤️

A slight revision of the lines:
A palette of colors
And the tip of a paintbrush
Breaths ardor into every wonder

Ardently embraces every wonder…

A Gaggle of Emotions

For dVerse and our host, Bjorn. Our creative challenge is to “verb nouns.” Cheers to verbing nouns. Hope I’ve verbed my nouns properly. 😊

An aerie of eagles flew by on a wing and a prayer…
I heard them muttering about the ascension of larks.
Even the sky seems lonely and somber, remembering better days,
when the sun confidenced with a brazen grin.
Memories are clouding in the sky
trying to shape the recall of dreams.
Even the rivering seems too stoic, as it streams past.
Ghostly haunts drift by now and again, stopping to say hello.
My mind plays tricks on me, as the emotions float through,
wondering if things will never be the same again.
I think a bevy of swans,
A book of wagers,
A caste of flower pots,
An array of hedgehogs,
Or even an argument of wizards,
Would lift my spirits right about now.


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs / MW 🙏

Like Confetti

I scrunch up my eyes
behind my mask
so that a smile squeezes through
to counteract the pain
my heart is a broken clock
time is meaningless now
i have nothing left in me
but love that flutters like confetti
thrown on a windy day

how much will be lost
to the vastness?
how much will be gained?
when all is said and done
will anyone know me?
will anyone remember my name?

we are golden dandelions of hope
shaken
turning into puffy globes
of exposed seeds
traveling over long distances
holding onto wishes
carrying
thoughts and dreams


©️ 2020 Sacred SoulSongs / MW🙏

For dVerse and our host Linda 💖