What is My Truth?

What is My Truth?

You may ask as I have asked, what is my truth?

My truth is Love, for nothing less will do.

I am Love. Love I Am.

I Am that I Am.

I choose to love, I will Love.

 I Love myself, I Love everything.

I am worthy of Love,

Both to give Love and to receive Love.

I am strong enough to Love,

Powerful enough to Love freely.

Calm because Love is quiet,

Peaceful because I do Love.

Joyful because I Love,

All that I love is, is what I Love.

Hopeful that there is more to love.

Loving All That Is, Loving unconditionally.

Divine Love, Healing Love,

Guiding love, Giving Love,

Receiving Love, Loving to Love,

Feeling the Oneness of love,

I am Love.

Love I am.

I Am that I Am. 

~Kelly Jeter 2016

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The Calf Dream

 

The Calf Dream

 

This morning I awoke from a strange dream. It began with myself and many people standing outside and it seemed we were at my grandma and grandpa's house. Everyone was clustered up together but me and they were all pointing across the very large yard at something up by the fence and I heard someone say, "Look a wolf!" I look in the direction they are pointing and I see a wolf walking up the hill by the fence, then I count eight more! I run up the hill in the front yard, to go inside because I know I have to let everyone inside. I go through th house and open the back door and there is a baby calf about ten feet from the door in the yard. I call to the baby calf and beg for it to come inside. It looks from me to the wolves and back to me. I say, "Please baby calf come inside or the wolves will kill you." The baby calf hesitates but comes in the door. Once inside the baby calf tells me he must go back outside or the wolves will kill all the people. I ask him not to but he says he must go back out. The baby calf goes back out and all the people pour into the door as I hold it open. I am desperately hoping they hurry so I can scare off the wolves. After all the people are inside I look out and the baby calf is lying dead in the yard. There is no blood or gore but I know the wolves have killed the calf. I am so sad until I see a form of a calf rising up out of the calf's body, sprouting wings and flying away. That was the end of the dream but I was sure it had a meaning. I asked what it meant after it was over but it was the one thing I could not remember. I had a feeling that the baby calf was a very significant person but after I woke up I couldn't pinpoint who.

 

I asked friends that are intuitive and psychic and they told me the baby cow was representative of Jesus and that the setting was at my grandma's because that was where I had always felt free to be me.

Her Inner Space

      The forest path was narrow and worn. The canopy was thick giving an intense greenish cast to the ground below. Ferns, mosses and other small plants grew among the trees and along the path. She traveled the path often and always veered off to the right before climbing the set of steps. At the veer in the path there was always a large black bear nearby. This bear always stopped to watch her but never tried to harm her. The big thick stone block steps were gray limestone and slightly worn. There were seven steps that led up to a small stone landing with a door. On either side of the door was the forest, looking the same as one would expect if the door wasn’t even there. The heavy door was with a deep weathered charcoal gray color and looked like it belonged in an ancient stone castle. The door handle was a rusty metal latch and in spite of the aged condition of the door it always swung open and closed easily for her.

      Once inside the door she would continue on the path that ran uphill quite a distance with a gentle slope. The trees seemed to allow more light through their leaves just inside the door. There was a river just to her left that produced gentle bubbling sounds as it worked its way downhill. As she neared the top of the hill the forest thinned more and opened up to a beautiful meadow. Her face felt warmed by the kiss of sunshine. Each time she arrived she gazed up at the magnificent blue sky that was blessed with a dabbling of cottony white clouds. Sunlight always shone down upon the meadow brightly, however it was never too hot there. The river had spread out wider and appeared to not be moving at all. The surface of the water mirrored the trees and purple mountains in the distance on the other side like a sheet of glass. Colorful ducks swam lazily near the bank cutting v-shaped wakes that glittered like sparkly diamonds in the serene waters. 

     She would watch the ever present ducks for a while before turning toward the meadow that was full of cheery flowers displaying a wide variety of yellows, oranges, pinks, whites, purples and blues. She loved the explosion of colors impressed by how vibrant her favorite flowers seemed on this side of the door. She admired them and smelled them but she never picked them because she couldn’t bear to hurt them. She traveled down a narrow dirt path to a very large gnarly oak tree. Some days she would be greeted by animals as she walked the path. Often those were animals that had been near and dear to her heart. Sometimes they were a variety of wild animals that greeted her, but they never scared her and they always spoke so that she could understand them. Some told her amazing tales or discussed things that troubled them about the human race and the harm they were causing to the Earth.

     In the distance beyond the great oak tree there was more forest, but this time the pine forest, covering the foothills and mountains in the distance. She would finally arrive at the giant tree that provided a cool green shade during the heat of the day. Here under the oak’s umbrella she would sit and wait patiently with her question on her mind for those who would come. Some days loved ones would visit her talking with her, offering her advice and often she cried because she missed them so. On other days, people that she had no recollection of knowing before coming here, would visit with her. They would answer her question and explain to her things she did not understand. They helped her to freely open her heart to her truth, encouraged her to speak her truth as they advised her. These strangers were always kind, gentle and calming. Once in a while she would just sit under the tree and soak up everything that she could see, hear, smell and feel.

      Some of her visits were longer than others, but inevitably she would always have to go back through the door. At the bottom of the stairs she always saw the bear waiting, guarding her path and she thanked him. Her cheeks would often be damp with tears as she left, not because she was sad but rather her heart was filled with love and her mind with new information. She always felt stronger and more empowered after being on the other side of the door.

Healing

Soon I will be on an expedition of healing. Much to heal so I can move one with what I want to do.
I need some mother wound healing, self empowerment, self image healing. and learning to speak my truth!

The First Time She Saw A Guardian

 

The little girl’s anxiety was high because it was her first night in her own room after the lightning strike that blew a hole in their house. Her parents were fighting and it seemed like they were never happy. She felt like it was her fault that they never got along. Her father constantly defended her and her mother always yelled at her and made her feel small. They thought just because she was in bed and supposed to be asleep that she couldn’t hear them but that wasn’t a bit true. Her mother ranted on about all the things she had done wrong that day and told her father that she never listened. The little girl knew that her mother gave her too many directions at once and that she couldn’t remember all of them after all she was only 4. All she wanted was to be happy and for them to love her, but sometimes the fighting was so bad that she was terrified and hid under the covers in her room. This night was one of those nights. When she peeked out during a fight she saw a white figure standing at the foot of her bed. The figure did not move but simply stood and watched her. She hid under the covers again because the screaming got worse. Finally after the fighting subsided and she fell asleep wondering about the figure she had seen. The next day she told her mother about seeing the figure and her mother told her she was imagining things and that it wasn’t real. She never saw the others again for years and years.

Why is Life Amazing?

Why do I live in wonder? Why is my journey amazing?

Look to the small things that are overlooked by others for answers.

Search the sky to see the wonders of creation.

Listen to the miracles in the waves of sound.

From the heart feel the magic of love and emotions.

In the sunrise, observe the beginning of another day to live.

In the sunset, celebrate the end of a beautiful day,

In the darkness of night, a chance to rest.

 

There are many wonders so look around.

In the clouds, the blessings of water,

From the trees the gift of oxygen.

From the animals, balance.

Food supplying the sustenance of life.

In life itself, there is creation.

 

In nature, see the dust of the stars,

The magic of life’s building blocks,

The perfection of a living planet,

The healing of our bodies,

The Oneness of All That Is,

The closeness of our Divine Creator.

 

In humans there are many gifts.

Eyes show our divine soul,

Ears that can listen for the truth,

Lips that are able speak our truth,

Arms that can comfort those in need,

And hearts that can give unconditional love.

~ Kelly Jeter, 2016