Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Blade and the Holy Grail

Our souls marched down

into the 3rd Dimension

spreading the light

as thin as was possible with

much dark between each light sparkle.

We carried our swords, our blades

to carve the dense fear

into bite sized pieces.

We’ve carried that blade

to carve our protection

and equally our power

for millenniums.

And now,

as we march back towards

a world where the

light dark balance is so different,

we lay down our swords,

the blades of the 3rd dimension,

to accept the chalice

of the 5th dimension.

We move to accept the chalice,

the holy grail, full of liquid light

that is ourselves.

Ourselves as co-creators,

unafraid of our reality and seeking

collaboration and cooperation

of being one with all

in Unity.

We turn our back on fear

and face the light

radiating from within us

and march in the direction

of change, into the holy grail.

It is the new day

of a new year

and a very different millennium.

If we choose that.

Merry Christmas today

and every day.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

December 25, 2010

(inspired Deane GeMMell’s channeling of the Guardians through Saga-Oracle, in December, 2010 Sedona Journal, on P. 110)


Day of Grace

The water is on for coffee.

I open the front door for the newspaper

expecting the single digit cold.

And see, unexpectedly,

a brand new blanket

of fresh, reflective snow

under the bright moon.

Grace – an unexpected

blessing from heaven.

The surprise is shocking,

not from the cold,

but the lightness, the beauty.

The black and white world

all soft curves.

My little back Ion car

is an abstract of black lines

connecting large patches of white.

I am lifted by the beauty,

graced by the contrast,

frozen by the moment.

Graces releases all

“to do” thoughts of the day.

I stand and absorb

the silence in the morning peace.

I am graced by this day,

by the gentle snow

and the reflected lightness.

Thank you.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sunrise at the Cabin

It’s 11:30 am.

The golden liquid sun

has just now spilled

through the trees

to touch the cabin.

The snow appears

to be an even blanket

until the sun

skips across its

rumpled surface.

When “they” made the bed

they forgot to smooth

out the blanket.

How like life.

Our thoughts have

the pattern all

smooth and consistent.

Yet living them,

we consistently

hit the rumpled bumps.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

December 5, 2010

At Molly and Greggs cabin

In Trapper’s Creek

Sunday, October 17, 2010


The Holy Grail of self

when emptied,

when poured out

in meditation,

fills from the

wellspring within.

The paradox of

“the cornucopia,

of emptiness and harvest,

the still place that

lies open and fallow”,


And from within

the cornucopia

wells up the

deep abiding love

that flows from and for self,

from the Creator within.

And joy wells up,

the joy of contentment

and excitement,


And peace wells up

That allows for acceptance

Of all that is.

The cornucopia is empty

and we are harvesting

a thickening of the light.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

October 17, 2010

Quote is from The Mayan Oracle, Spilsbury & Bryner, P. 220

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Our souls came,
full of excitement
a part of the
scientific experiment
of the FALL.
To spread the light
as far and wide
and THIN
as was possible.

Our clans,
fading out of our perception,
as we marched deep
into the 3rd dimension.
Deep into form, into bodies.

The dark,
with the light spread so thin,
a mere 12 drops of light
to 3 full cups of darkness,
weighed upon us heavily.
Our own clans no long visible.
Our clan insignia of harmony or peace
spread too widely to be visible..
Alone we appeared.
Alone we’ve felt.
“wandering in the dessert”,
seeking the water
of light of our own truth.

brings that experiment
to an end.

We can again see
through our merged selves,
the clans that ever
held us ever close.

The light is
The light is re-balancing
with the dark
at this glorious
“inhale” of Creator.

And we re-unite
with ourselves,
our clans,
our Creator within,
into the
one light.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 11, 2010

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Week We Spent

We spent a week

one four hour afternoon

watching a leopard

under a tree,

perusing impalas,

entering stage right.

A few drift by him.

Safely? Nervously!

A male impala, horns curved

sands his ground a mere

20 feet away – facing off.

The “Lamb stands with the Lion”.

Enter two elephants and

three giraffes, stage left.

They smell invisible danger.

The wallow pit is dry anyway.

They turn back

never facing the leopard.

Wart hogs enter stage right.

The leopard finally darts out

as we watch giraffes.

He misses and lies in the wallow

atonishingly blending into the greys.

The leopard returns to his stump

lounging as if in a bathtub,

legs draped like vines over the edges,

silently announcing danger

to the foliage eaters one and all.

And the food chain, familiar to us all

at many levels, goes on.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr


Dedicated to Chris Vaisvil and his comment

“the week we spent that afternoon”.

The first of my own Africa pictures here!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Oh Mr. Zebra

You beg the question

Mr. Zebra,

Just like the


Are you pushing me

Or am I pulling you?

And you, Mr. Zebra

Beg the question:

Are your stripes

white on black

or black on white?

Are you galloping

the white light

barred by old patterns

hostage to the past

with black stripes

breaking up your light?

Or are you

working the darkness,

bringing in stripes of light

to band the darkness

into bite sized pieces?

How like Africa.

The high contrast of

poverty and victimhood

banded with wide riotess beauty

filled with orange flowers and trees

hosting the broadest range of

wildly divergent forms.

No answers.

Is the world pulling Africa

Or is Africa pushing the world?

All I know is the love I feel there.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

September 16, 2010

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Shark Diving

The greater rush

from one foot in

the Atlantic Ocean

and the other

in the Indian Ocean

relative to cage diving

with great white sharks,

seems odd to me.

And there were great white sharks:

seven in all, 2 large ones,

chum drawn and bait bated to

charge the cage

hosting a line up of black suited

precious human bodies.

Clearly the cage is more

for our psychological protection,

than physical protection.

Sharks kill 5 to 7 humans a year.

We human kill 100,000 sharks each year.

Who’s the greater danger?

Sharks are so like the rhino,

a throwback to prehistoric bodies.

I’m surprised with the total

lack of fear suiting up

or entering the cage.

Once in, a huge rush,

partly cold water,

partly that I’m immersed

in the Atlantic Ocean,

near the very bottom of the planet.

I’m in the ocean that bonds

Greenland and Canada,

England and Maine,

and the steady heart beat

of Africa with South America.

The ocean feels charged

with past ships successfully

completing marketing missions,

and those claimed by Davie Jones locker

by this rugged coast.

The great whites are here,

drawn to “shark alley”

by the penguins on Dire Island

to the right, and seals on the left.

Both shorelines we can see from the boat.

Sharks are drawn to the boat

by the food game of

now you see it, now you don’t.

The water is chummed with

fish blood and bits, advertising the game.

If you choose to show up to play,

a hooked fish head is thrown your direction,

then withdrawn quickly over the human cage.

The men throwing know the “fetch” game well.

No feeding the sharks, tempting only,

so it must be jerked quickly out of jaws reach.

Underwater I have the house’s

best seat….last in the cage.

At the end of the boat chumming draws

schools of parrot fish who feed in a frenzy.

With visibility at 7 feet only

the cry “down in front”

means all of us caged ones

drop below the waters surface.

Nothing in front, fish feeding off to my right.

I come up for air.

Another “down in front”,

I submerge forgetting to take a breath.

And there it is.

A great white shark

drifting by, gills slits clear, closed,

only a brief mouth line

under the elongated snout.

“Down in front”

here comes another,

one lazy tail twitch sending it

shooting toward the boat,

the cage, mouth open.

I’m surprised by my bodies

lack of visceral fear, only appreciation

for the magnificent beauty,

the size and incredible grace.

And I’m getting cold.

Isn’t life incredible?

Lizette.Estelle Stiehr

September 14, 2010

Saturday, July 31, 2010

I Have No Authority Figure

My Virgo-ness so loves

order, outlines and org charts.

But we no longer recognize

any external authority figure.

There is no God out there,

only a huge Creator in here,

with whom


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

July 31, 2010

Thank you Ken Wilber

Monday, July 26, 2010

Second Wind

I find myself
on my second wind.

After the years
of wanting
“work release”
from this body,
this 3D density.

I find myself

And super excited
about what’s to come.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
July 5, 2010
Dedicated to Sandy Ryan
Of the glorious huge heart

Friday, July 16, 2010


I arrive at Coeur D’Alene in August

preparing to walk the familiar pine-needled path

through ancient trees, toward the hills.

But the path is totally different.

Spruce beetle kill has downed the huge trees

blocking the path, routing one far uphill.

And light floods into

what was once deep forest.

So odd… filled with light, yet not passable.

How like my inner life.

The old path of service to others

regardless of the cost to me,

has become impassable.

Now the path is rerouted anew,

unknown and unclear.

I walk a new path that releases me

from the old patterns of a “good” woman

who gives more than she has,

who stays until death

who never gets angry.

I walk the new path.

I serve the light as defined from within.

I serve the light of peace and contentment,

of joy and harmony and growth.

I’ve graduated to a new path

that only opens right in front of me.

I’ve graduated into a new path

of loving me enough

to fill my own well

from within.

Lizette Stiehr

August 29, 2009

At the campground above Hope, Alaska

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Loving Me, Not Being Lovable

I drive over this

rough road,

cut anew.

The car is

rocking and rolling.

I feel such gratitude

for this new path.

As you choose

not me,


I find the

true place

off my value.

I find and name,

I discover and allow,

a bigger and deeper

love of and for


The work

of being



is to love self

not be lovable.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

July 5, 2010

Saturday, July 3, 2010

E- Motion


is energy

in motion.


I find/feel

the energy,

the frequency

of my insecurity.

I forgive

that part of me,

that so wishes

I’d do it better,

hold more strongly.

When my Virgo

mutable self

is so dedicated

to dissolving and


True transformation

comes through forgiveness.

I allow forgiveness.

I forgive me.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

Inspired by Ruth Evelyn

Sedona Journal, June 2010 Page 89


Your 9 year old boy body

stumbles to my meditation chair

sleep heavy.

You body curls,

an unfurled fern,

to fit into the lap

of my empty chalice.

My heart vibrates


as it pumps love out

over your every cell.

This is sweetness

Beyond imagining.


July 3, 2010

Another Saturday morning following a sweet sleep over

Friday, July 2, 2010

The Holy Grail II/2/too

The Holy Grail, the chalice

of my precious human body

is porous.

Each jewel

studding the goblet,

another piece of



The chalice is porous.

Each jewel now dedicated

to the release of that liquid,

that definition of Lizette.

The goblet empties of liquid,

leaving space for light and love.

Not of love given by another,

but of love discovered and allowed

for Self.

The Holy Grail, the chalice

then becomes the emptiness,

the nothingness,

the ordinariness

that allows it to overflow

with the light of joy

And love for all.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

July 2, 2010

In deep appreciation to Osho for his “strength” card.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Covered in Fur

Covered in fur

or feathers,

shells or scales

or skin.

Yet we are

one aspect of the

Great Beloved.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 22, 2004

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Solstice 2010

I sit

in my little pup tent,

in the tiny folding chair

in one of these small physical bodies,

with a huge 35 pound crystal,

Our Lady, in my lap.

We are holding space

for the solstice ceremony.

The Kamura clan, my clan,

is drumming,

lined up to the left.

The Aganea clan in full force,

chanting their name

is lined up to the right.

Tera enters,

garbed for initiation

in Her flowing gown

decorated with symbolic items.

She walks down the aisle

between the two clans,

an unescorted wedding march

to the light.

The ceremony

paves a highway,

builds an access

across the void,

to the dimensions beyond.

Tera allows another layer

of Her onion skin quarantine

to peel off, to fade away.

Tera welcomes the intense light,

from across the void

to bathe and enfold Her.

To permeate Her.

Tera shivers……

cleansing again speeded up,

increased healing here and now.

She soars on the updraft.

Now is the time

for each of us to join Her.

To turn inward

to clear yet another layer

of our onion peel.

Another shadow place

seen, loved and forgiven.

We are One.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 21, 2010

In Liberty Falls, Alaska

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


She’s chattering loudly

in the full spruce tree,

long before I can see her.

I stand,

honoring her vigor,

enjoying her lengthy announcements.

I ask permission to pass.

She chatters on,

permission not granted.

I stand.

She comes into eye contact,

six feet away.

Why would you want to pass?

Am I not beautiful, fascinating?

I drop my consciousness

into my heart. I stand.

She comes down the tree

to the base,

now five feet away and

she makes full eye contact.

Deciding to trust me,

she scampers off to her larder

and returns with a pinecone.

She hunches,

beautifully filled out.

Her tail, fully feathered

lies along her back,

the black tip,

an ostrich feather

blowing in the wind.

One pinecone isn’t enough.

She returns to her cupboard

and eats a second three branches high,

debris dispersing in the wind.

I shift on my feet.

She doesn’t notice.

She and I,

so proud of each other,

So clearly simply

separate flowers,

each in full bloom,

in the garden of Creation.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 19, 2010

Above Liberty Falls, Chitna Alaska

Monday, June 14, 2010


Pictures of us

slide effortlessly

across time.

Me learning to dance

standing on your shoes.

Identifying winter trees

by their shape.

Being the Sunday morning

greeters together at Church.

Fast forward to

needing two men to help you

enter that last canoe ride

out to the basking turtles.

And all across the line

I feel your love and pride

in and for your own life.

Your joy playing guitar and singing

at our numerous camping fires.

Your joy in Great Books and ideas.

Your LEOness loved and accepted you

knowing others would, of course.

Effortlessly changing tables

“So what are you talking about here?”

Knowing you’d be included and loved.

So was I loved by you.

And your love saw me through.

Never a word of criticism at the divorce.

Just love.

The gifts you gave me

this life time were/are immeasurable.

Your light shines down on me

And I shine back.

I love you too, Daddy.

Happy Father's Day 2010

From Lizette Estelle Burns


Friday, May 7, 2010


The story is often told of Rhiannon,

a beauteous fairy deva,

steward of the narcissus and daffodils,

the cedar and pine trees.

She had the adventure,

the fortune/misfortune

to fall in love with a mortal prince,

as he watered his horse,

awed by the nights stars above

and her beauty below.

She agreed, bravely/foolishly

to marry him.

To marry his world of duality,

of form, where the dark weighs

so much more loudly

than the light.

A world where the scales

balancing light/dark

list heavily toward the dark

by the collective freewill choice.

He vowed to love and protect her

for better/worse.

But the accusing voices,

identifying her as different,

as “not of them”, were too many.

He believed the unthinkable,

that she had killed/eaten

their child, stolen as all slept.

The judge “spared” her life,

but punished her gravely

with a collar of shame

and the requirement to carry

all who came across the castle courtyard.

As Rhiannon, we enter the world,

as babies remembering our true light,

our incredible lightness of being.

And as babies we flow our love

to those in form,

and those formless spirits

from the “other side”.

As Rhiannon, we enter the world

believing the vows that we will be

loved for better or for worse….

feeling our deservedness

in our new baby forms.

Then, as Rhiannon we begin

to experience our “differentness”.

We “see” “know” “hear” things

we couldn’t possibly see or know or hear,

that do not match the collective "reality".

Like Rhiannon, in pouring out our love

we are stunned to experience others

hurting us deliberately, out of their wounding.

Like Rhiannon,

we become sentenced to a life,

collared by the yoke of the collective reality.

We feel sentenced to carry others

across the threshold/courtyard.

Until the day, like Rhiannon

when our inner child returns,

that stolen, murdered, eaten child.

And we welcome home that lost part

of ourselves into a life of choice.

Until the day we realize

that it’s OUR choice

whether we carry

anyone anywhere.

It’s our choice how we donate

our light and love

to the darkness,

to the balance.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 25, 2010

Saturday, May 1, 2010


I breathe Creator’s breath in.

I fill with light.

I feel full.

I expand.

My body expands.

I breathe Creator’s breath out.

I see the creation of my life.

I "see" the things,

the blender for my smoothie,

the mephisto sandals I love,

the black shirt I’ll wear today.

I breathe Creator’s breath in.

All returns to the Oneness.

All becomes the light.

The incredible lightness of being.


the breathe of Creator.

Creator breath’s only

as I breathe,

as you breathe.

We are ONE.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

May 1, 2010

Experienced so viscerally in my meditation this morning.


The eye by which
I see God,
Is the eye by which
God sees me.

The breathe that
I breath,
inhaling and exhaling,
is God breathing.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
April 26, 2010

Friday, April 23, 2010

The Holy Grail

What is the Grail,

the Holy Grail?

Sought in Arthurian times

as a goblet,

as treasure,

as pure love.

The Grail is my body.

Like a studded goblet

sturdy through the years

studded with the jewels

of the acts of kindness

and compassion

and filled with love.

The Holy Grail

of each of our bodies

is filled with what?

Love is not given nor taken,

rather love is discovered and allowed.

It doesn’t matter

how much love

Creator gifts to each of us.

It only matters

how much love

we discover and accept.

It only matters

how much love

we feel worthy

to allow to fill

the Holy Grail of self.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 23, 2010

Inspired by the THE MAYAN ORACLE book by Spilsbury and Bryner

Today is Men in the Mayan calendar. From Page. 237 of the book.

“Men asks a question of the universal quest: “What is the secret of the Grail,

and whom does it serve?" The answer reveals "The earth and I are one

---and so serve all."

Monday, April 19, 2010

2012 - Creator's Breath

On Source’s EXHALE

we traveled so deep

into the darkness

of our free will

and self-exploration.

All the while,

feeling abandoned

by Spirit.

When it was us

abandoning the

love of Creator.

On Source’s INHALE,

we move toward will alignment

with Creator/God/Source.

Moving into love of self.

We feel again,

our love of Source and self.

And we remember

that Creator is

within us.

That we are


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

September 25, 2009

Inspired by Claire Montanaro’s view of 2012


One of the dark’s

greatest tools


My mission

is to save,

fix, or change



My mission

is to walk

the most light

my spirit can radiate.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 10, 2010

Thank you Pam Walling

For Ventana Canyon time


Our creation myth

is to bring light

out of darkness.

What a perfect palate

of darkness we’ve created,

of murder and mayhem

starvation and sickness.

Into which we bring

the lightness

of our love and joy,

of our compassion and respect.

Into which we bring

the lightness of

our peace and gratitude.

Into which

we work to keep our focus

on the reality of our life,

on the beauty

of our light

and our world.

Focusing not on the darkness,

but on the light,

on love and peace.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 25, 2010

Through Our Eyes


is the wind

under our wings.


doesn’t tell us

where to fly.

Creator just allows the wind

we can use

under our wings

to fly.

Then Creator

enjoys the new sights

through our eyes.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

March 24, 2010

Reminds me of my current favorite quote

“The eye by which I see God

is the eye by which God sees me.”

Meister Eckart von Hockeim

God Didn’t Call

God never called me.

God is.

God waited

‘til I noticed

that She is me.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

February 4, 2004


Today I find

a feather


Exploded from

the pillow

that is the Beloved

I drift

so gently

so effortlessly

I drift


pain and cruelty

I kiss it

I drift onto

The bosom

Of the Beloved.

I rest.

Lizette Stiehr

Thank you Oriah Mountain Keeper for THE CALL

February 17, 2004


“Not my will, but Thy will”

is a lie.

It separates what is one.

“I am willing to will the will of God”

was me ever reaching

closer to the truth

that we are ONE.

“I am willing the will of God”

was reaching closer yet,

toes in the water of truth,

ankles in the water of the Beloved.

“I am the will of God”

is my truth.

The angels speak

When I’m headed aright.

I am committed

to the path,

ever inward, ever bigger.

And always finding

the shadow places

that need a bit more light,

or a lot more light

in the ocean of love


“”I am the will of God”

does not make me God,

but it clears God

to full rights to me.

“I am the will of god”

makes me an atom of Her toenail.

But it fills every cell of me

with the beloved.

“I am the will of God”.

Help me find daily

the patterns in me

that aren’t yet love.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

Dedicated to Bev Knox

February 5, 2004

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Light Into Dark

The mission,

so simple (!!)

is to bring

light into the dark.

To bring the light body,

the “body” of my soul

into my physical body.

The mission is

to unite,

bringing unity to the

body and the soul.

So drop that mental

down the elevator shaft

to the heart

and invite

your light body,

invite your soul


Lizette Stiehr

February 2, 2010

Inspired by You Are Becoming a Galactic Human Being, page 133


How is it that

we create all right angles?

90 degree angles every where.

Square picture frames

reflected in the rectangular

sliding glass doors.

Square tiles

and fireplaces.

We nailed Christ to

A 90 degree angle cross.

But nature is organic. ‘

Hardly a corner

to be found,

all rounded

softened angles.

We want a God of right angles.

Of right and wrong,

black and white.

Yet life is organic

So many grayness’s

Not what is

wrong or right,

but what do you love.

What stirs your passions?

And your heart?

Lizette Stiehr

February 2, 2010



The roadrunner
assumes the plank position,
head forward tail down,
to scuttle across the yard.

Comical in his intense hurry
To arrive……where?

As we scuttle,
at 75 miles an hour
across the infinity trail
we are hurrying
to arrive …… where?

Lizette Stiehr
January 9, 2010
Cordes Lakes, Arizona
At Len’s

Friday, January 15, 2010


The mission,

our mission,

my mission,

is to bring light

into the darkness.

My mission is

to bring

my light

to this reality.

It is my mission

to light

the space

that I inhabit.

It’s NOT my mission

to bring my light

into the darkness

of another.

It’s NOT my mission,

to save anyone else

from their reality.

It’s NOT my job

to make sure

others do a level of

the light dark balance

that is comfortable for me.

We each are masters.

We each get to select

the balance of

the light and dark

that we choose to carry

in our lives.

Just as I get to select

the balance that works

for me.

I honor your path.

I honor my path.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 11, 2010

Inspired by Pam Walling

Monday, January 11, 2010


I move my center

from my head,

from the shoulds,

the gotta’s,

the ought to’s

To - the ripples flowing out

To - the flow of:

I want this,

this feels great.

I move my head

from the drivers seat

to the back seat.

My heart is steering.

Life is in the fun flow

a joy ride.

In the back seat,

my head’s job

is to explain

why we went

where we went,

not determine it.

I move my center

from the poor me,

to the power me.

No one else can make me happy.

Only I can “save me”.


I can’t make anyone else

truly happy.

Only they can do that.

It’s not my job to save anyone.

It’s my job to move my center to joy.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 9, 2010

Inspired by Lena Steven’s update for January