You know you’re in
the carribean,
when there are
three cupboards
full of glasses:
tumblers,
juice glasses,
wine glasses,
margarita glasses,
water glasses.
And a total of six cups.
No need for heat here-
the sun and
warm hearts
provide it.
No need for coffee here
island time
no hurries
no worries
mon.
Just smiles
and open hearts.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
December 5, 2011
from one week on Eluthera, Bahama
The wild tiger in each of us
dresses in sheep’s clothing
continually bringing
ourselves to heel.
Zorba the Greek
refused his sheep coat
and danced his wildness.
Gandhi marched with dignity,
a wild tiger focused on
freedom and independence.
Martin Luther King Jr’s
wild tiger spoke
so eloquently of it’s dream.
And we,
each of us,
after a lifetime of training to heel,
must find and free
that wild tiger
in order to find joy
and ironically
peace.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
December 9, 2011
On Eluthera (Bahamas)
The condor soars high,
killing nothing,
yet living by eating
that is already dead.
Consuming the past
what is no longer alive.
We humans purify our lives
by allowing ourselves
to consume and digest
the story, our history
of who we were,
of places we’ve
loved and rooted
and accomplishments we’ve crowed.
In order to fly
high and clear
and free
and be all that
we can be.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
December 22, 2011
2013 Oracles, the condor
What the caterpillar
calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly.
The nearsighted caterpillar views
the world from a quarter inch off the ground,
beyond that it’s just a blurry mirage.
When the caterpillar cocoons and goes to goo,
it’s world does come to an end.
It chooses the end of that life story.
In a state of goo,
without the desperate clinging
to social contracts designed to
preserve the status quo,
transformation can happen.
But we must first enter the
cocoon of our inner world,
to allow the deeper truth of our
winged larger selves to emerge.
When you hold a caterpillar
on your hand, you feel the undulatig labor
of it’s whole body with each step forward.
It’s impossible to hold a butterfly
without destroying it.
You must allow it freedom
and simply offer gratitude if it alights.
So many of our social contracts
like the caterpillar
are laboriously maintaining
the only world we’ve known
clinging to survival.
Each of our inner butterfly selves,
are craving the freedom to
transform into our creative passionate selves.
Free to just be.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 24, 2011
We ask for mercy
when grace is long granted.
It is our forgiveness
we must find,
for ourselves.
Creator never judged
In the first place.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 20, 2011
The key to unlocking
the door
holding Creator hostage
within you
is forgiveness.
You must forgive you
for all those earlier
ignorant acts
that lacked love,
in order to recognize
how deeply beloved
you already are.
And on the same
keychain, with forgiveness
is the key of release.
Not only forgiving yourself,
as Creator has already done,
but releasing those old patterns
to embrace, to allow
the true you to
shine Creator out into the world..
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 20, 2011
the glass ball
protecting your heart
as you sat on the edge
of the bed
shatters from the
intensity of your love
from within
Creator announcing
your soul
to the world
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 7, 2011
In an old children’s movie
The Last Unicorn,
upon hearing
she’s the final one free,
goes on a quest
to find the others.
She allows Smedrick,
an aspiring magician,
to turn her into to human
to obtain entry to the castle
where all the others
are held by the red bull.
In a foreign human body,
her memory fades day by day,
forgetting the truth of her soul.
Ultimately she faces down
the terrifying red bull,
driving him into the sea,
freeing the others
to return to their homes,
creating pockets of peace,
once again on the land.
And so, we unicorns,
who have chosen human forms
must face the red bull
of our own fears,
to help free each other,
that we may each
create pockets of peace
in own homes and hearts.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 17, 2011
A haunted house
only works in the dark.
We enter these
tiny human spacesuits
we call our bodies.
Initially they startle so easily,
not knowing what is safe
and what isn’t.
In grown bodies
we enter a haunted house
seeing only the dark,
heightening our cautionary instincts.
It is what we see so suddenly,
the skeleton, the skull, a spider,
popping out at us and quickly back to darkness,
that startles our system so.
If we were to carry
a match, a lit torch
we could see the skull or skeleton
long before hand and
prepare our system
to know it’s truth.
It is only a shadow
on Jung’s cave wall,
and only able to “get us”
through our own fear.
In the darkened room
of our third dimension world,
if we can but light the match within,
the light of faith,
of knowing Creator is within us,
then the haunted house
can no longer terrorize us.
With the light from within
we can focus on the
section of the house
that is our responsibility.
With the light from within,
we can light the way
for others
to see a different view.
With the light within
the house is no longer
haunted.
It can become heaven,
depending on where we
place our focus,
our attention.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
November 4, 2011
Today,
October 28, 2011
we march past
Calleman’s deeply researched
end of the Mayan Calendar.
The end of our last
13th heaven: fruition.
Now, even more than before
we reap the fruits: fruition
of our sowing,
of our planting.
Is it loving kindness
or
fear and loathing?
One option is to
move past duality,
the either/or world
that is black or white,
right or wrong.
One option is to
move into Unity,
into acceptance of self,
acceptance of the Creator within.
Move into getting
“I am the Darkness
that is the Light
and the Stillness
that is the dancing.”
Thank you T. S. Eliot.
Now we march toward the
12:12:12, December 12, 2012.
The final activation
of the nine remaining Atlantean Crystals
and the crystalline grid
of Tyberonn’s Metatron.
After which we march toward
the 2012 solstice.
December 21, 2012,
the astronomy event
documented by John Major Jenkins
aligning our solar system
with the Great Central Sun
of the Milky Way galaxy.
And always the march is actually
to our own within where
we find Creator,
and in will alignment
can create a world
of love and joy and peace.
Welcome to this broad
beginning of a new era.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 28, 2011
Love is neither given nor taken,
but rather discovered and allowed.
You can offer a much love
as the ocean to another,
but they will only receive
the amount they feel they deserve.
Forgiveness is like love.
Forgiveness is not given nor taken,
But rather discovered and allowed.
We may acknowledge
that Christ or the Creator
has graced us with forgiveness.
But in truth Creator and Christ,
working hand in hand,
don’t need to forgive us
for they never judged
the act in the first place,
They just love.
We term that grace.
It is us, our own soul
that must discover,
in a way that has validity for us,
that we deserve forgiveness,
whether for major disasters
or small unkindness’s.
It is our subconscious,
our inner child,
our own soul that must
allow the forgiveness,
for it to take root and blossom
into greater love of self,
which is loving Creator.
Wouldn’t it be wondrous
if we knew,
that the eye through God sees me
is the eye through which I see God
and likewise
the forgiveness with which
God/Christ/Creator sees us
is the same forgiveness with which
we see ourselves,
and therefore the Creator within?
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
October 24, 2011
I watch a spider,
hung from a tree.
In these two lines of writing
he’s risen two feet,
now six feet off the ground,
yet two feet from the nearest branch.
Hung from his
“silver cord”
as we are,
light years and
lifetimes from home,
swinging in
this precious human body.
Creating anchors for
our swinging in the wind
of houses and bank accounts,
jobs and friends,
children and families.
And yet
we know it all swings
by a gossamer thread.
Ready to fall into
the arms of Creator,
if we can but trust.
An expensive commodity.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 14, 2011
Trust in Allah
but tie your camel.
God has no other hand
but yours.
God has no other
tears than yours.
And Her sadness
comes with
your tears
in feeling unloved
and unworthy.
When, in truth
you are another perfect
creation of the
Beloved.
For you she feels
the same overwhelming love
you experienced
with the birth of your child.
Remember
God doesn’t make junk.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 14, 2011
The spiky spruce needles
are reflected in my hot tea,
while protecting me from
the drip of twelve hours
of Alaska soft rain.
The tea reflection
shimmers to my heart beat,
unheard against the
downhill rant
of Liberty River,
inches from my toes.
Shades of green
dress my camping spot.
River rocks color the water green.
Moss lines the shore
while horsetails stand guard,
and alder leaves glitter,
silvery in the gray light.
Shadowy ancient spruce
line the sky,
only interrupted
by the rare towering cottonwood.
The narrow cut of the steep valley
is dressed in green top to bottom.
Silver slashes compliment the green.
Shaggy wet tree trunks
and high rock walls hung vertical,
contrast with the horizontal river shore.
With a unrelenting gray sky above.
I so love it here.
This is where my soul finds
sustenance in the river quiet,
in the river noise.
My eyes feast on the green
and my heart calms finding center.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 10, 2011
May your eye be single.
May you see through
the eye of love and joy,
a world at peace.
An inner world
where the waves
of colliding duality out there,
are humorous, as your eye
sees only Creator’s creation.
A world intended for joy.
May your eye be single.
May you know
that the eye through which you see Creator
is the eye through which Creator sees you.
And Creator sees you
through a lens of love and acceptance.
Do you see a God
of love and acceptance?
May your eye be single.
May you celebrate
the incredible beauty
of a green sunlit leaf
against an impossibly blue sky.
And
may you accept
your own shadows.
May your eye be single.
May my eye be single,
As I walk the crooked path
between choosing to see beauty
and accepting others choices
as they are.
May my eye be single.
May my eye be single
as I choose unity.
The unity field,
informed by duality
by either/or choices,
a world of black or white,
right or wrong.
I choose a field in which
those extremes
create a trinitized field,
with Creator’s energy leading.
The field allows for love and fear,
with the fear to showing me
where love is not yet.
May my eye be single.
May my eye be single
leaves no room for judgment.
I see you as a creation
of Creator who is exploring
all the options..
No mistakes, just
new directions.
Is it joyful?
Then follow it.
Is it painful?
Then turn anew.
May my eye be single.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 10, 2011
is like reaching the
mountain top.
While re-framing thoughts,
while climbing the mountain,
all is focused front and center:
deal with this thought,
explore, understand,
love and release.
Put this foot in front
of the other.
Eyes on the trail for safety.
But mental stillness
puts you on the mountain top.
Suddenly you are in
the center of open space.
Focus no longer limited
to the front views.
You can look in any direction.
View changing freely
without holding you
in any limitation.
Freedom and stillness.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
June 11. 2011
I sit far forward on my wind horse,
a combination of Pegasus and unicorn,
known in Lemurian times as a symbol of
spiritual mastery.
I feel the ribbed flying muscles
Contract and release powerfully.
I lean forward,
my head against her neck.
The wind rushes by,
stars twinkling near and far.
I just feel.
It doesn’t matter where
we’re going to…
only the journey itself.
Through the dark,
lit by countless candle stars.
The wind horse is
collectively the symbol for Sagittarius.
The centaur, a male archer,
morphing into the unicorn,
the gentle mythical horse only
seen by the pure of heart.
Sagittarius wanting to aim
for our highest truth.
Once a warrior hunting,
now gently seeking through
our inner female heart.
My search for spiritual mastery
has evolved from ruthlessly aiming my arrows
for “the” truth, regardless of who’s in
the target range,
to gently accepting and discovering
the truths about me:
both light and dark.
seeking the unicorn through love of self.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 23, 2011
Fate versus destiny.
Destiny versus fate.
Fate reminds you
that your body is on loan
from nature.
And the dues it
will collect
include the demise,
the death of the form.
But destiny
sings to you
of the dues you
owe your soul.
Singing of the deepest
longing of your soul
for it’s unique expression
in the world.
The cry for creativity
to pour out of you,
uncontainable joy
in the union with Creation.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 6, 2011
Inspired from August 2011 Sedona Journal
Kathlyn Kingdon “The Earth’s Struggle
Between Fate and Destiny” p. 44
Dear heart,
God has no judgment.
God has no face.
God so loved the world
and so loved us,
that we were allowed
to create it,
in our image.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 19, 2011
God has no face.
God is formlessness.
We give God a face.
We give God our face.
Is it a face of love?
Is it full of light and joy?
Is the countenance of peace?
For that is closest to
God’s reality.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 19, 2011
We have two eyes through which
to see . . . . duality.
We have two ears through which
we hear . . . . duality.
Two brain hemispheres,
the corpus collosum filtering
. . . duality.
And we have one heart . . . unity.
May my eye be single.
The eye is single
as the heart leads. . . unity.
My heart has lead me
into the swampy terrain
of healing old wounds.
Those self inflicted,.
the hardest to forgive
and wounding from others,
still needing our forgiveness.
With work
the dark swampland
gives ‘way to
will alignment.
The realization that Creator
chooses my joy and peace,
and ony allows and accepts
my choices to re-visit the
murky swampland of pain.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 11, 2011
If I could ease your pain.
If I could lighten your load.
If could make things a little better for you.
The lipstick case
screams across steel strings.
Music that touches
hidden places deep within.
A wailing cry of pain,
so close to high excitement.
Reaching inside
for something almost there.
The rhythm, the beat
a pulsing salve
over the pain/pleasure.
I need to hold my center of gravity.
I need to serve me first.
I need to live my joy.
The steel slides
moving freely
back and forth
from one octave
to another.
Neither octave
the answer.
Both are right
in their place
in the music
of life,
of my life,
in this
precious human body.
Lizette Stiehr
July 18, 2011
Fate and destiny,
the same or different?
We resign ourselves
to our fate.
Fate is our dues
owed to nature.
The mortality of our physical form,
the inevitability of death
that humbles us all.
Fate can be embraced.
The richness of the little deaths,
offered as the bandage is ripped off
of our hidden wounds,
our secret judgments
against ourselves.
Our old patterns that keep us
separate from our true selves.
For God has no judgment,
only love and acceptance.
Fate comes,
invited or not,
embraced or denied.
Destiny,
on the other hand
is the dues
we own our soul.
We create our own destiny
as we choose daily
how to spend
the light/love of Creator
that is the true fuel fir
our precious human bodies.
Are we spending that juice,
that energy,
to meet the expectation,
the “requirments” of
other’s view of who we should be?
Or are we focusing that
light and love
on what brings joy
to our soul?
Walking that joy
is paying those
destiny dues due our soul.
Poetry pours itself onto paper,
from my heart.
The answer to my souls longing
to express itself in this world.
What brings you the greatest joy?
Your dues to your soul,
your destiny.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
August 7, 2011
Inspired from August 2011 Sedona Journal
Kathlyn Kingdon “The Earth’s Struggle
Between Fate and Destiny” p. 44
Oh sweet flowing feathers
of awareness
gently swaying.
I choose gentle lessons.
I choose great joy.
As the boat
containing Creator and I
bumps to shore,
help me find the place
of gentle allowing.
Help me find
the Kairos point
where the shuttle
drives through the tapestry.
Help me find
the Kairos point
choosing between
I intent
I select
I affirm.
And
help me allow
in stillness,
in each moment
simply watching
what arises.
Help me walk the point
of witnessing
what is
through oneness
with the light.
This is my path to peace.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
July 11, 2011
Dedicated to Eric Plantenberg and his inspiring 60 days of stillness on Mt. Everest
If matter is
the outer garment of God
we must look
within.
For our precious human body
is the outer garment
of our soul.
We must look
within,
to see our light,
our spirit.
God is not out there
but rather in here.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
July 1, 2011
I won this
precious human body
in a lottery of
century, country and chromosome
of
nutrition, nature and nurturing.
It is my job now
to discover
the light of Creator within.
It is my job now
to peel off,
one by one
the collective and family
layers of the onion
to allow the light
to radiate freely
from within.
It is my mission to
both choose and allow
a daily life full of
love
and joy
and peace.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
July 1, 2011
The wind horse of spiritual mastery
is a horse both winged and horned,
Pegasus combined with a unicorn
that always leads with it's horn.
The feminine energy of the unicorn
is seen only by pure female energy,
yet the wind horse symbolizes the
the feminine by a masculine blade,
a pointed horn.
And the Pegasus wings
representing the male in action,
depicts that energy by two wings
forming the cradle between
….how female.
And the unicorn horn, the female blade,
always come first, regardless of direction
leading the action of the yang
with the yin heart e-motion.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
July 18, 2011
Inspired by Almine and her Lumerian transcription
In May’s Sedona Journal, 2011
Water is the one element;
out of the four:
air, fire, earth and water
that walks in the moccasins
of each of its siblings.
Water floats in the air,
a glittering rainbow
of powdered snow
drifting weightless
on air currents,
winking at the sun.
When torched by fire,
water steams mightily
driving monstrous locomotives
or cleansing human forms
in sightless, yet light-filled
sweat lodges and steam rooms.
Emulating its sister Earth,
water forms itself to the ground.
Huge glaciers bulldoze the earth.
Or water may cover the earths surface,
however uneven with smooth and shiny.
In its natural state
water flows to contour,
to whatever shape its given,
from riverbanks to ocean shores.
Always giving in graciously,
uniting and combining
into
ONENESS.
February 20, 2011
I was taught
there is no evil,
only ignorance.
I struggled.
But what about….
cruelty
hatred
torture?
I came to know
that evil is live
spelled backwards,
ignorance in practice.
The physical analogy?
There is no
particle of darkness.
There are only
particles of light: photons.
Evil, the dark,
has no substance,
no matter,
only an absence of light,
an absence of love.
There is no matter
with which you can
turn on the dark.
You can only
deny the light.
Once you shield yourself
from the light,
as undeserving perhaps,
your seemingly “real” world
is but Jung’s shadows
projected by the fire lightThere is no substance there
except your belief.
From the high view
evil (dark) is simply
good (light) that
hasn’t arrived yet.
I am loving
watching the “light”
arrive in my life.
How is yours?
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
June 22, 2012
Inspired by Energy Blessings from the Stars, Fruest and Essene p.89
Finding stillness
within,
is like reaching the
mountain top.
Re-framing thoughts,
like climbing the mountains
requires front and center focus.
Deal with this thought,
explore and understand it.
Love and release it.
Likewise in climbing,
it's put this foot in
front of the other,
eyes on the trail for safety.
But mental stillness
puts you on the mountain top.
Suddenly you are in
the center of open space.
Focus no longer limited
to the front view.
You can look in any
direction.
View changing freely
wthout holding
you in any limitation.
Freedom…..
stillness.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
June 11, 2011
The stone pours open.
A tube taurus,
a lava upwelling
of light.
Stone Mountain
stands
a beacon of light,
seeping into the ground.
Offering the compassion
of release to old sorrows
long held.
Stone Mountain
dances,
Fecund,
her huge belly
in rhythm with
the pulsing of light
releasing.
Stone Mountain sounds,
a scratchy voice,
long silenced by sorrow
and deaf ears.
She thrums a deep sound
of pleasure,
a higher note of joy.
She hears again
the drum beat
of her sacredness
recognized.
She feels the movement,
the opening,
the flow
of light.
Stone Mountain
once again a
beacon,
A huge ray of light.
Lizette Stiehr
June 1, 2012
Rain falls gently,
irregular heart beats
on each leaf.
The rich green of deep summer
intermittent with shiny new leaves.
Irregular healing beats of green
for the eye and heart.
Healing coming in waves.
Waves of light of the shiny new
in this 3rd night of the Mayan
Universal underworld
of “assimilation of the new wave.”
Assimilation of the new,
from transformation with
Mictlantechutli, the God of Death,
For the old pains and old paths
of the civil war,
of slavery
of the trail of tears.
Transformation from
our internal civil war between:
the north, our spirit/soul self
separated from
the south of our physical form and daily life..
Assimilating our spirit into form,
expressing soul light through our bodies,
merging with our higher selves.
Assimilating the pure love and light.
Our birthright as
one organism of the whole.
May that which denies you
your own forgiveness
die
in the assimilation
of the light and love of
this day.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
June 1, 2011
In one week,
last Wednesday to this,
the back drop of the sky,
has gone from an X ray table
highlighting skeletal trees
to tiny lace openings
between leaves as they bud-open-flower.
The miracle seems greater
every year that my
my precious human body
observes it.
The color has gone
from flat brown,
to vibrant minty mouthwash
tender green.
Each standing person (tree)
inhabiting in their whole space.
Proudly defining
their full belly, a circle or oval.
Similar to our soul,
reaching to fill out the
bare branches of
our wounded selves,
that can’t accept
the fresh mint of love,
or can’t allow
the unfolding of new growth.
Our souls work so continually
to remind our mind/consciousness
to bud and birth the million leaves of
our joy
our deservedness
our worth.
May you hear and heed your soul.
May you unfold into the fullness
of the truth of ALL that you are
in this spring of our ascension
into the summer of 2012.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 18, 2011
behind
finally.
I can so easily
join the light
party.
I can so easily
find Mom or Daddy
or past loves.
Instead I choose
to go camping
alone.
I choose with my spirit
to hang out
in the stillness.
I choose to be…
silent
not seeking.
I choose to allow
my I AM
to find itself.
I imgagine it so
like camping alone
undisturbed
silent.
The hours pass
watching the river
blowing bubbles
climbing.
My mind quiets
my center of gravity
finds itself.
I sit
I quite simply AM.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 13, 2011
