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

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The bars have been withdrawn,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

SOLSTICE 2012

 

To all light workers

everywhere:

Congratulations!!!

Apocalypse or ascension?

Heaven or hell?

Eden or the Sahara?

Congratulations!!!

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….

Congratulations!!!

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.

Congratulations!!!

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.

Congratulations!!!

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

December 14, 2012

The Hermit

 

The Hermit stands

cloaked,

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

LABOR & DELIVERY

 

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

meditation,

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

YOU CHOOSE

 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

Note:  This is a poem from my book 2012 to Oneness.  You can order them from Amazon or from me at lizette.stiehr@gmail.com  Fantastic Christmas presents for feeding anyone's soul.  

2012 is Coming!

2012 is coming!

Apocalypse?

Remember 2000?

Y2-K, the millennium,

when all the

worlds computers

crashed?

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

   gmail

      facebook

         twitter

            IPhones

               Utube

           

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.

Oneness. 

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

November 6, 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

Meditation

 

In these amazing

resilient

complex

fragile

bodies,

We lean

out of the present

into that fun trip

coming up

or

into that

scary meeting tomorrow.

But in meditation

we lean into

ourselves,

being present.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 25, 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 

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

HOLD MY HAND

 

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

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

action.

Paddle entering

spirit water

on the left,

messages and insights

incoming. 

I receive.

I glide forward

effortlessly,

welcoming

my future.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

October 18, 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

HOMESICK

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,

here.

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

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

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

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

VALDEZ, ALASKA

Imagine,

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.

Wow.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 12, 2012

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

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