The Blade and the Holy Grail

Our souls marched down

into the 3^rd 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 3^rd dimension,

to accept the chalice

of the 5^th 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)

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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.

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

PARADOX OF THE CORNUCOPIA

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”,

solved.

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,

combined.

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

THE FALL TO 2012

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.

2012
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
thickening,
gathering.
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

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

9/5/10

Dedicated to Chris Vaisvil and his comment

“the week we spent that afternoon”.

The first of my own Africa pictures here!

Oh Mr. Zebra

You beg the question

Mr. Zebra,

Just like the

Push-me-pull-you.

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