We now continue with the expose’ of our wonderful prodigies, part2 – Souls who are giving us a glimpse of our future. As we watch them express a Higher standard of consciousness, our own souls soar to new heights, wherein the fantastic and unbelievable creative potentials await us in our own future – a future…

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I posted the comment below on one of Amira Willighagen’s U-Tube videos. I thought you might like to read it. Magnificent performance by Amira! However, performance might be a misnomer. I have been following Amira’s talent since she first appeared as a contestant on ‘Holland’s Got Talent’ – at 9 years old!! She immediately displayed…

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From our studies of Dr. Norman’s works, we are learning that our earth world is entering into a new age or the Aquarian cycle as we move and follow the great cosmic recessional. In this progress into a more positive motion, many more advanced souls are and will incarnate upon the earth over the next…

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Click to watch video I recall when I performed before a large live audience at age five. I was a tiny little thing no taller than the piano bench. When I stepped out into the stage, the audience of course giggled. No sooner, I took a bow and looked out into a seemingly endless horizon…

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A loud buzz scraped the morning silence as the heavy door opened outward. Almost as mechanically, Wesley Odom took several steps and entered the day room adjoining his compartment, leaving behind a narrow cell with toilet facilities and a raised concrete slab bed. Five minutes later, the buzz sounded again and the door slammed behind…

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“I tried to unwind, but the handsome arboreal one was as peculiar as his bright eyes that stared down at me.” “I’ve evolved to living up here. I won’t be coming down!” He spoke obstinately, though there was no need for that, from the comfort of his imperial home that disc-like toes held on to…

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A long tear—toward which he turned slightly—had appeared in the atmosphere on the left side of his head. From the lazuline Light of its interior, a dragonfly appeared and perched on the top ridge of Chester’s ear, and gazed in, exploring from the perimeter. The tear became smaller, projecting only a sliver of the glowing,…

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“I spent a year in Iraq, and I’ve been back in Macon almost four years; still my life lacks directional force. This isn’t what I wanted,” Alan Moshaw told himself, getting up, walking barefoot across the cool floor in the dimly lit room. He was glad the rain, pelting like stones, had stopped. Pulling back…

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A fountain stands firm amid budding gifts of earth, it’s spiraling waters many beheld wonders do stir. Surrounding gardens dance to its flowing waters, colorful songbirds gather and enrich by its life-giving offers. The fountain flows, asleep or awake, night or day, its base collects and replenishes from springs atop with spray. Waters rise high…

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“He wasn’t on the Earth plane with us, but he warmed himself by our campfire; perhaps his fire burned with ours.” Luther Riley was repeating his father’s words as he rehashed the mysterious events of that spring night, fifteen years ago, with his younger brother Earl. They lived west of the Appalachian Mountains, in Louisville,…

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The boy caused trouble no matter who got hurt, or the cost, and he was rumbling again. Wun had left Fisher High School grounds and was running down Suma’s Path, a shortcut that wound through scant woods to Yaqui Road where he and his friend Benrubi lived. The last bell would ring in a minute…

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First, I want to thank Roberto for sharing his vision of 1849. It occurred while we were having a conversation and is the catalyst behind the appearance of this poem. Essentially, the vision was of a golden yellow light and the year 1849. When asked if it meant anything to me, I responded at once…

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The town’s people are saying there is an abandoned child, a toddler, on the road that takes travelers to the river. They say he is there in the company of Monarchs embellishing his forehead with tawny orange sprinkles from their delicate wings and peacock-blue birds gathering the downy fibers of dandelions he blows that scatter…

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ETERNALLY YOURS Last night upon a garden path I walked with Christ Yet this was not a tall and bearded man of faith I saw But deep within I saw another form and molded in the form Of what I am and even from the stuff of which I’m made And deep within this form…

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He lifted the rusty can… “I got these rocks for you.” He could see their beauty. Me too…ivory sculptures like lentils. I put them in a shining jar With myrrh and seashells And placed them near the lamp with violets and golden leaves. Company asked, “Where did you get those rocks?” “My son,” I said,…

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Born we were from yester’s fate so truth would boldly stand, bound to pledged infinity on a path to always-land. And though visions of wariness on trying lands fanned, timeless whispered pledges are always at hand. “Fear me not, be deceived not,” the mentoring whisper told, a voice residing in us from ages of old,…

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As a child, I had a fascination with Tchaikovsky. At age three, Fantasia’s music became an auricular staple, mainly Nutcracker Suite and Swan Lake. One of my first performances included Swan Lake’s Neapolitan dance, Later on in life, his lovely first piano concerto. In orchestration class, I studied Tchaikovsky’s uniquely charming orchestral style and color, its…

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Peace and Love! I was just sitting, thinking about the Community and the wonderful changes in the Site. I also thought about how quiet it was and desired to share something, so I asked the Brothers for assistance. I got the inspiration to share 7 Bright Spots, but I didn’t want to entitle my post…

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A Song of Positive Hope! http://unariusunited.s3.amazonaws.com/Poets/TURN_TURN_TURN.mp4

Presented here are a few of the Master Poets who have learned and are teaching on the Higher Plane of Muse. John Donne 1572-1631 (Death Be Not Proud) http://unariusunited.s3.amazonaws.com/Poets/John_Donne_1.mp4 Lord Byron 1788-1824 (She Walks in Beauty Like the Night) http://unariusunited.s3.amazonaws.com/Poets/Lord_Byron1.mp4 Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806-1861 (If Thou Must Love Me) http://unariusunited.s3.amazonaws.com/Poets/Elizabeth_Barrett1.mp4 Robert Browning 1812-1889 (Meeting At…

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Two years ago, as I worked on the first complete manuscript for Legacy episode III, I described a scene in an underground Martian city where the main story line characters were talking to one another while boarding a tram. Then suddenly, without my control, words flowed through from May Len, the female character in the story, “You…

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The following presentation of the Swan Lake Ballet is posted as a very good representation of the wonderful inspirations that are generated from the Higher Worlds! Enjoy! http://unariusunited.s3.amazonaws.com/Poets/Swan_Lake_Ballet.mp4

It was a lustrous Cosmic Tree, though not spangled like the one men know. Beneath it Seoto sat during the ages of change in humanities consciousness, unaffected by this world, and people passed by doing the things that people do until the last call. “Greetings!” one of five men approaching said. “Help us, please.” “Your…

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Once there was a lonesome man that lived a most unfulfilling life, wishing he could go to and from and serve the plight of others with love. But his young light shone not favorably upon the path to righteousness, and much darkness was upon the base of his feet. Seeing his lonely course and young…

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The Shale shifts beneath my feet; it doesn’t crack as I cross over– I’m going to the other side. There’s Light over there, not gray like here, more shifting shale and shining shale, shining for my eyes. Beautiful Shale… What is it–really? This Shale that shifts for me. Is it my consciousness Shifting, Shining in…

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In going through the Voices of the different Centers, I felt the need to pause and concentrate on the different images. I was amazed how much I had skipped over with general impressions only. When I took the time, they seemed to speak to me! Impressions, ideas , etc. For instance, when I saw the…

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Well, a version of this poem has been with me since about 11:00 p.m. last night, and it made me laugh out loud. I texted it to my son at the fire station,  and he reminded me of how strange I am! I’ve changed it a number of times, during the course of the day and…

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And as each one would so create With pen or brush Or hue with chisel Or a thousand other ways   He must within see form and substance Which born in Light Becomes small part of all who see The thing which he thus so creates   And having seen the substance And the form…

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I don’t think of a horseman often, But a steady clop-clop-clop-clop-clop, Like shod feet on cobblestone, Prompts me to turn my head. Oh! A shining man on a shining horse Leading a herd of runners– Efficacious power, stomping and crushing And people clamoring to the surface, To freedom from underground living. The sod’s been broken,…

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I, The Idiot They say I’m an idiot, A simple dotard, But I don’t grapple with appellations. I’m like Straw bones– Not caring why Lincoln calls him that. I care about autumn leaves–and Fina. She scurries to the pile, Brown like herself. Swirling, rustling, Tail and stems together. Everything scatters and she barks! Watching is…

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Thou shalt not knowest of thy God as any man Nor of the likeness of any man Nor shall He cometh amongst ye with the name of man upon His lips But rather He shall come as all things; As the blades of grass at thy feet, as the leaves upon the trees, An thou…

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And there was a certain wise man Who was learned of many things above that of the most men Yet he desired to learn much more And so he constantly set within himself The goal to learn more of the mysteries of life And why men behaved as men And as he slept one night…

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  Autumn Morning The rustle of fallen leaves beneath my feet,stir within me memories of past, present, and tomorrows to come. I close my eyes and inhale its crispness deeply, the early autumn morning of my life. That frosted leaf beneath my foot, its time spent, plays its sweet note with the rhythm of time,…

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In the last quarter of 1998 or early 1999, I was inspired with the idea of 7 Bright Spots–spiritual messages from my higher consciousness–and even now they are still with me.  I record each on a small pyramid-shaped paper (blue, yellow, orange, green, white–changed to coral–purple, red) and the individual receiving them, selects, by color,…

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CHANGE I slept a long time, Not knowing, Then I awoke in the celestial stream, Flowing, People cleansing, splashing, Going– My way too; People waking up, Progressing, Convalescing, Getting beyond their past– Drifting, Rising, Shifting, Doing things differently And different things.   Submitted by: Naimah Combs on 11/06/2014 Add your Thoughts, Insights, or Comments below.

“All the world is a stage, and one man in time plays many parts”….Shakespeare. Michiel…is one such man…always there in time of need.  Many times in the history of Mankind,  when life was bleak and wretched, such as our Dark Ages, the Brotherhood sent help.   Leonardo daVinci was one such Emissary.  He donned the…

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The Leonardo DaVinci Story Leonardo da Vinci ; 15 April 1452 – 2 May 1519, was an Italian Renaissance polymath: painter, sculptor, architect, musician, mathematician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, geologist, cartographer, botanist, and writer. His genius, perhaps more than that of any other figure, epitomized the Renaissance humanist ideal. Leonardo has often been described as the archetype…

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Winds and Chains Cruel winds skate across this terrestrial plane.   Crueler chains of self-inflicted fate bind its denizens.   Yet where there is wind, there is change.    And chains were wrought to be broken.   Unwind your twisted karmic tendrils   So cruelly wrapped wrapped ’round your soul.   Slip between the winds…

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