Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Ball Court

The light beam came from Tula,
Our Great Central Sun
around whom Tera and
her siblings orbit.

The light beam
at solstice yesterday
shot through the stone hoop
of the Mayan ball court.

The light beam
hit the stone hoop dead center,
refracting out the far side
into billions of beams

The light beam
fueled the activization
of Tera’s crystalline grid,
pooling in the power spots,
running along grid lines
and opening dimensional doors
for Her soul.

The light beam refracted,
offering each human
the chance to stand in
their ray of comfort.
In the abundant love
felt for each of us,
the love and light
that holds no judgment,
and indeed helps
us find the places
where we judge ourselves.

The light beam refracted
offering us the new dawn
that Tera has embraced:
the dawn of Oneness.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
December 22, 2012

Friday, December 21, 2012

It Ends as it Begins

A new day dawns,
just like the one before.
Or is it?

Today, on the ascension solstice
the parade sails through town
to great cheering and celebration.
The war has ended.
Reconstruction begun.

The bars have been withdrawn,
retracted. And we are freed
from our own slavery.

And what do we choose
with that new found freedom?

Repeating the past?
Following familiar patterns?
“Please don’t disturb my
sense of limitation.
It may be Auschwitz
but it’s home.”

Or do we climb out
of the bowels of the ship,.
step through the way
once barred..
and leave behind
the old familiar ways.

We step on shore,
with an unsure rolling gait,
but with a trusting curiosity
that what we want and
what brings us joy
will be here to support us.
Good work.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
Dec. 21, 2012

Monday, December 17, 2012


To all light workers

Apocalypse or ascension?
Heaven or hell?
Eden or the Sahara?

As you have kept
your eye on the “door”,
as you have kept
your eye single
and seen God with
the same eye
that God sees you….

You have chosen ascension.
You have decided
to create and live
heaven on Earth.
You are scripting a
life in Eden,
focusing on natures beauty,
feeling the Earths love
and contentment.

And welcome to the
Solstice parade.
Welcome to the party.
Celebrate with us,
the doors that
you have opened
to a world
of your choice.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr
December 14, 2012

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Hermit

The Hermit stands
head bowed,
lantern extended forward.

In the lantern
is moon light,
the light of the full moon,
guiding us each
to turn within
to follow our path,                                                  
our mission..

The moon lit lantern
guides us by our feelings,
our heart's truth. 

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 21, 2012

Saturday, November 10, 2012


When my mother labored,
and I was delivered
Daddy’s and husbands
were not allowed near.

Mom’s themselves,
flat on their backs,
were not present but drugged.
Babies arrived asleep,
“under the influence”.

One generation later,
when I had my babies,
moving around encouraged,
midwives working with doctors.
Pain meds available
but not pushed, not taken.

Baby’s Daddy’s and friends
present and involved.
Babies, once again
delivered to wide awake love.

Now each of us is
birthing our post 2012 world,
deep in those labor pains.

The world is not going away
in 2012.
But right now you
are determining what
that new world
will be like for you.

Are you laboring
flat on your back,
listening to instructions
from someone else?
Are you accepting the anesthesia
that the economic powers
offer you minute by minute?
Another credit care application.
And you’re already approved!!
Buy more.
Have more.
Show off more,
but don’t think.

Or are you in labor,
breathing with the pain,
grateful for each respite?
Lining your bed side
with friends and family and guides
who truly support you.

Are you using
a walk in the sun,
a funny movie,
coffee with friend
for your pain meds?

We are all laboring.
And we will deliver.

I want my new life
to be delivered to
wide awake love and joy.
Not to mention deep peace.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
April 6, 2011

Thursday, November 8, 2012


 A mother stands,
pudgy fingers
framing her face.
“ook at me, mama”
“ook at me,
full attention demanded.

Christ stands
arms outstretched.
Each of us choosing
how much of his attention
we think we deserve.

The Creator stands
arms behind Her back.
A humble servant,
loyal to our peace and joy,
and equally loyal to our
judgement and fear.
moving only to create
upon our request.

What do YOU choose?

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 29, 2009

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Tuesday, November 6, 2012

2012 is Coming!

2012 is coming!

Remember 2000?
Y2-K, the millennium,
when all the
worlds computers

Oh no
you say,
it was
hardly a blip—
maybe a hangover.

And, buried in that
“barely a blip”
unfolded a PC on every desk.
An internet coming with
Friedman’s “flat world” of
instant connections

December 21, 2012
will be barely a blip
yet can be:
   love in every cell of our bodies
      respecting differences
         compassion for self
            acceptance of ourselves and others

It can be:
   an overlapping of duality
      to the acceptance of
         we are all One.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 6, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

A New Will Pattern

Out of the old world,
we’re graduating from
the patriarchal male
will pattern that was:
“I can do whatever I want.”
And from the female will pattern of:
“I don’t know what I want, it’s OK.”

And now we can choose to step forward,
into a new androgynous  will pattern of
sacred intention: 
“Will alignment with mission.”

Ah, with my mission?
And is that filling every cell
of my body with love and peace?
Of course it is.

And is that moving into
the greatest acceptance
and compassion for myself
that I can hold?
Of course it is.

And then the work is aligning
my sacred intention within
the hours of each day,
structured by work,
by social engagements,
by family time.
Only Creator and I know if I’m
in will alighnment in each moment.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 5, 2012

Saturday, November 3, 2012


In these amazing

We lean
out of the present
into that fun trip
coming up
into that
scary meeting tomorrow.

But in meditation
we lean into
being present.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
April 25, 2012

Monday, October 29, 2012

A Current Robinson Crusoe

 “The night was thick and hazy
when the Pickadilly Daisy
Carried down the crew and captain into the sea;
And I think the water drowned ‘em,
As I never ever found ‘em
And I know they didn’t come ashore with me.”

Have you ever felt shipwrecked?
Here on this strange planet,
looking around for others like you?

“Twas very sad and lonely
when I found myself the only
population on that cultivated shore.”

Initially, in a tiny body
We’re sure somehow
our parents really are
shipmates from the “daisy”
and will understand us
and we them.

“But I’ve made a little tavern
in a rocky little cavern
and I sit and watch for people by the door.”

And so we spend our lives looking
for those “original shipmates,
who came from
where we came from.

“I spent no time in looking
for a girl to do my cooking
as I’m quite a clever hand at making stews”

We learn to made do,
to settle for the ingredients
we have….
Yet always watching
at the door for the high joy
of running into someone
from our clan,
our original ship.

Think of all the stories,
books and movies about this:
Gilligan’s Island, Swiss Family Robinson,
Robinson Crusoe, ET, Castaway.
How many more can you think of?

I know that I have
been sitting and watching
for people at the door
for much of my life.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 27, 2012

The quotes are from  a portion
Of Charles E. Carryl’s poem,
Robinson Crusoe’s Story 

Friday, October 26, 2012

Circle of Life

From this non-corporeal
side of life’s veil
we mourn your
leaving our love
to take on a baby’s body.

And we celebrate so,
when that 3D journey
is done…..
and you choose to release
that temporary body
and return to this home,
back to your greater
loving family.

Im form, in a body
humans celebrate so
the joy of a new babe,
able to hold that
sweet innocence in arms.

And humans grieve so deeply
when their loved one’s soul
is finished with the 3D life experience
and allows the body to die.

The great circle of life.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
July 21, 2012

Monday, October 22, 2012


My eldest was born in August.
He stood, right on time,
a year later,
toddling into winter
in tiny mutton boots.

By November he insisted
on braving the snowy gravel path
to the car alone.  “I do Mama”.

I trailed his toddling,
wholly focused,
desperate to catch him
before he fell,
bare hands into the cold snow.

Wishing with all of me,
that he’d hold my hand,
allowing me to keep him
upright through the
snow covered obstacles.

My guides say
it’s exactly the same
for them.

In this free will zone
we are welcome to
“I do” it alone.
But guides are trailing
each of us,
focused on offering us help
through the hidden obstacles
of our ego selves and
our old patterns and self judgments.

And like loving parents,
they offer a hand up:
BUT only at your request.

They are eagerly awaiting
your request to
“hold my hand, please.”

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 22, 2012

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Facing Forward

I bend my back
into the oars,
head bent,
glancing up,
only to see
my back story….
who I’ve been
where I’ve been
how I’ve been.

I choose
the kayak,
sitting within
the water of spirit,
facing forward,
the future.

Paddle dipping
to the right,
projecting out
future dreams and intentions

Paddle entering
spirit water
on the left,
messages and insights
I receive.

I glide forward
my future.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 18, 2012

Friday, October 19, 2012

Tipping Point II

The ancient see-saw,
for so long 
tipped up for
money and material.

The value was
on things owned,
and through  the
patriarchal power,
through punishment.

Now the tipping of 2012
is reversing the see saw.
The end up now
is connection with Creator,
through the heart, 
holding each other
and happiness.

The new mandate
is to kindness
inclusion and
focus on inner guidance.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
February 24, 2012

Monday, May 7, 2012


My homesickness
for the Beloved
has abated.

I found him/her
in the space
between the molecules
of my body.

I no longer crave
going “home”.
I am home,
in this tiny spacesuit
filled with love.

Love fills every
cell of my body.
Creator has moved in.
I don’t need to go “home”.
I am home,

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 4, 2012

Grown Children

Sharing life with
grown children
is heavy lifting.

Pumping iron generates
tiny tears in the muscles
forcing them to re-build
and strengthen.

Loving my grown children,
I feel the heart tear
with each choice that
(I perceive) will lead
to greater difficulties or pain.

My whole being craves
only love and joy for them.
(And of course my life was only
filled with love and joy….ha!).

Yet in those tiny injuries,
in the heavy lifting,
my heart releases
and strengthens
to it’s own beat.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 2, 2012

Monday, March 5, 2012

The Lord’s House

I dwell in

the house

of the Lord.

I dwell in this

sweet human spaceship,

another house of the Lord.

And I’m blessed

to live in this sweet log cabin,

yet another form of the House of the Lord.

I dwell in this community

With neighbors who plow

my driveway unasked,

postal workers who remember me

over blurred addresses.

I dwell in a community of the Lord.

And Tera rings and sings,

in ascension creating

a lighter house of the Lord

for all of us to dwell upon.

And we spin through the

darkness of space,

the Milky Way

laying a pattern in the dark

of one house of the Lord

for us all to dwell within.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

February 5, 2012

Inspired by Tom Kenyon's singing

of the 23rd Psalm

The Blind Side

We each have

our blind sides

where we don’t see.

Both the sides

where we hold

old destructive beliefs

of money is evil,

we’re born in sin

and sex is bad.

And our blind side

of how truly and deeply

loved we are.

How widely

God has our back.

And how blind

we can be to

own responsibility

of creating our lives.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

Jan 25, 2012

Inspired by The Blind Side, a movie

Friday, February 24, 2012

The Tipping Point

My feet are so cold

From Alaska’s long winter

of incessant snow falls

and grey skies.

I tuck each foot into

the opposite knee

and tailor sit.

They warm to the

yummy tipping point

of comfort.

We have marched

on cold feet for millennia.

No time to stop and contemplate,

to tailor sit and warm ourselves

until now.

2012 is the tipping point,

if we so choose.

Where time has speeded up,

and truly warns us to slow down.

To sit quietly, enjoying the warmth

of inviting the light into our bodies

all the way down to our toes.

This great tipping point

is Tera’s choice, joining

the Milky Way

for more light here.

The balance between

the light and dark

is tipping

towards light and love.

And ever, in a free will zone

we get to choose

how we see,

how we feel

and how we express that.

The light radiates from

Source within each of us

Not from the leaden sky’s

leaking frozen tears,

but from within our hearts,

from our souls

seeing the truth

of who we are.

Another loving aspect of Source

expressing the light.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

February 24, 2012

Friday, January 13, 2012

Keep Your Eye on the Door

The monks next initiation

was frightful.

So many fellows

had not made it through

the hall of distractions.

He was next and

terrified of getting lost in there.

He asked his mentor for advice.

“keep your eye on the door

on the far side” he said.

Following that advice,

our monk entered the hall to

hails from friends,

so many glittering options.

But he did not take

his eye off the door.

He made it…..

initiation successful.

And you...

What defines your door,

as our life of

shoulds and to do’s

hails us in each moment?

Is your door

simply breathing

love in, love out?

Is your door

acts of kindness?

Or following the

still small voice within?

Is it meditating each day?

Are you keeping your eye

On your door?

Lizette Estelle Stiehr,

January 14, 2012



in order to go

outside and play

you go the garage

and get an 8 foot ladder.

You open the ladder,

in a narrow plowed driveway

against the snowbank

that is your front yard.

Children climb the ladder,

strap on little snowshoes,

and hop

on top

of their yard

to play.


Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 12, 2012

I am in contact with friend in Valdez. This "story" and the pictures are thanks to Kristen Anderson.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Ordering Joy

The barista smiles

as I order

“Hot chocolate please

and hold the hot chocolate,

extra whipped cream

and sprinkles”.

A “drink” for a five year old,

unspillable in the car.

Coloring outside the lines.

Asking for dessert first,

asking for what you really want.

Asking for what will

bring you joy.

I wish we could

all so easily order

what brings us joy.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 1, 2012