Blog to share writings and musings related to the late Doris E. Roberts, PhD (Metaphysics)

Year: 2019

Journalizing Time 13 & 14 – Sand Castle

The time has come for you to write down your dreams or as much as you can remember of any.  Put also your experiences (reading Mother Nature’s Way – Echoing Night and Dawn of Time).  Being alone provides you with the opportunity to be with yourself and it can often be an enlightening experience.  For one must become intimate with the person one truly is.  So become intimate with yourself and write about it.

Catch the sunrise, write down any dreams, take a refreshing walk or dip in some nearby water, and then when ready, read the following poem.  We look for too much praise from others, and in doing so, we give others too much control over our feelings.  We also start thinking that what we do is who we are.

Sand Castle

I built a castle in the sand

The work of which was by my hand

I told others and this made me grand

Thus I did form my own band

They sung me songs and gave me praise

My mind was captured in a haze

Then came the ending of this phase

Upon the real world I did gaze

The castle it began to crumble

I wept sad tears over my fumble

The picked myself up from my stumble

And learned the truth of being humble

Being I am

Body I’m not

Working I do but being what I do I am not

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

 

While gazing at the sunrise, I realized to my surprise
Different hues before my eyes
Dancing on the backdrop blue, peach, rose, violet so new
Wavering at my point a view
Blending streaks of sunrise play, a miraculous array
Stretching fingers to light the day
As the sun showed me its face, hues faded without a trace
With the days warmth I felt its GRACE.

In the after glow of night, I realized with souls delight
Radiant beams from the Northern Light
Rising streams from deeper blue, lime, orange, each color as true
Flickering forth in every hue
Ribbons seen long after day, a Kaleidoscope display
Shooting feelers that show the way
Now I know we have a place, more then just our human race
As night and day we live in GRACE.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Mother Nature’s Way – The Echoing Night

The Echoing Night

The night howled around me
As I laid upon my pillow
The tree it exclaimed tit-willow, tit-willow


The bush it sighed then croaked
As I slipped into the deep
A breathe of a breeze whispered cheep, whispered cheep


I drifted through water
As a spirit within my dreams
I spied an island so it seems, so it seems


My hair flows around me
Then from their tips has want to grow
Teaming life, moving to and fro, to and fro


Each strand shaping into beasts
All singing their lonesome call
Forth from within I’m one with all, one with all, one with all, one with all

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Journalizing Time 12 – The Burst of The Budding One

Now, I’m aware you must have had a similar experience also, that astonished you. Something you couldn’t believe. They can be bad or good, but write one down now, no matter how silly or unbelievable it was.

Example: My mother once told me that while sleeping, she felt like someone she knew had come into her room and was choking her, but when she woke up there was no one there. Yet, she still felt hand around her neck, as if it were real. If you had an experience like my example then write it down.

If you have an experience, like what I described, know that other dimensions can overlap this one in feeling. In other words that person wanted to choke my mom so much that he or she did so in another dimension, and she felt in her sleep because there, it was real. But it did not take place in this ‘3D’ dimension we are focused in. Some people can actually see the overlap.

The next poem may sound a little bit funny, and may make you smile, or better yet laugh. Yet there is truth in it. It is a Ditty like “How Doth The Little Busy Bee” by Isaac Watts.

The Burst of The Budding One

How doth the little budding one
Improve her shining soul
Then gather goodies all the day
When she doesn’t have a bowl

How willfully she takes her time
to cover her mistakes
She learned the truth there is no crime
Just lessons that we makes

She found love wasn’t behind her
I would learn that too
To live life without a blinder
Now I know what to do

I want to be a budding one
But I don’t know which path
I’ll just follow the rising sun
Then in the rain take a bath

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Journalizing Time 11 – Another Realm / Images Play

Now it’s time to write what YOU think God is. Do all your creative imagination to flow and express God in form as best as you can now. Because I became in tune with what the Nature of God really was to me, I woke up and was then able to move into another dimension. Read the following poem.

Another Realm

Another realm that I did see, gathering truth to set us free.
Shifting forms and shifting faces, hungering for their rightful places.
People wandering up in down, caught in dreams with nothing around.
Some were resting while others stand, yet nowhere could I see a land.

A few did, but not just any, had a face observing the many.
These ones glided knowing no ground, and they spoke with light and not a sound.
Pictures of light became their voice, touching a person of their choice.
A person would then push at the thought, up until the idea was brought.

The light would make a person shift, while thoughts gently away would drift.
I thought I saw Jesus there, giving thoughts with much love and care.
Noticing me with eyes aglow, he came hither and blocked the show.
My thoughts caught and everything spun, I felt we were fused as one.

A release, then a lightness, my mind burning within his brightness.
Startled awake as if ’twas a dream, pulling thoughts into a conscious stream.
I got up looking around, finding I’m heavy upon the ground.
From all I saw that I could glean, this world isn’t all that can be seen.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

NOTE: After that experience, which astonished me, I wrote the following poem about images. Read it now with a open heart and mind.

Images Play

There are different levels I be
Only on this one I really see
Now my mind is getting a new sight
That I question if wrong or if right.

They’re people I see I’ve never seen
So how could this be another dream
And what makes us think dreams are not real
There is truth there in the way I feel.

On levels I’m on, images play
But thoughts on them are inclined to stray
I want to know if my sight will grow
and if being there myself does show?


©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

NOTE: In other words, how the ‘heck’ did I do that? All I can tell you is, it seems to be a gift you get, when you let God in.

Journalizing Time 10 – Creation in Our Hands

Now it’s your turn to write new words for the song, “Row Your Boat”. Change the words in the song to something that has a special meaning for you. Then sing the new lyrics you wrote. Remember, it is all yours. Do your words make you feel good? For this is your Soul’s Song. Play with the words if you have to, the right ones will come your way.

Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream.  Merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.     

Change these words. Come on, I know you can do it! If you need inspiration, get on the Internet here: https://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/rowyourboat.html

About now, hopefully, you have begun to feel closer to your God. Yet, if you think God is male with a long white beard, then you are not close enough. You must understand that as a human being, you have both male and female energies. Since we are made in his/her image, so does God.

So the One God you require connection with in order to bring back your feelings is expressed in the next poem. Be careful, for your Ego may slip back into action. If it does, push it away or go back through some previous poems (posts) and begin again. When you have completed this creative assignment, it is time to move on to the (this) poem.

Creation in Our Hands

All women hands laid down creation,

Whose beauty brings us exaltation.


Every man’s hands gave women the spark,

That like the sun chases away the dark.


With each new life I feel a part of,

Altogether it’s made of our love.


Like the Earth is the womb of our Mother,

As the Sun is the spark of our Father.


Here we each live within a tiny form,

with the heavens sun keeping us warm.


Yet Man an be so brilliant like the Sun,

for that enery and he are One.


And Women as creative as the Earth,

For in that we will know our own Worth.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved.


Thoughts To Consider

Does (this) poem explain why man was created with an incomplete Y (XY chromozones)? Was it to bring them closer to the spark to be Male? Female is the Completion of Form for life on this plane of existence (XX chromozones vs. XY chromozones). Male is the Energy before Completion is complete. Nothing would be in mass and all would be gas and spark like the Sun if Earth had no Female Energy.

Personally, while bonding with my soulmate, I have checked within to feel his energy within me. I feel that strong spark of his. I have that same spark within me from him, like he has the female energy of form surrounding him. Yet, as a woman, my energy is the embodiment of Completed Form so that spark is often harder for me to reach. Ask yourself this, why do men when dying, call out for their mothers. It is because the female mass that makes up their body is leaving them. The mass created in the womb. Like unto mom’s energy. The female energy of God is leaving.

Take this opportunity now to reread (the) poem (above) again and again until you understand the differenct energies to realize and understand that God is in both male and female energies and every human has both of them inside and out. God is both the Incompletion and Completion of Creation.

Journalizing Time 9 – Kiss Illusions Good-bye

Write of feelings from your soul. Remember to let the words flow from you in any form it takes. Do not be concerned about your spelling, or whether you chose the right words. Just let the flow. When finished, read them over and if inspired, add more.

Then you are ready for the next poem. when we attempt to feel and reach God through our Soul, sometimes it is better if we sing about it. The next poem is lyrical and one where you can imagine your own melody. Try it.

Kiss Illusions Good-bye

The light of the world am I

As I kiss illusions goodbye.

Give temper a walk and not let fear talk.

Believe the truth is not a lie

Then know that God will never die.


The whole of the world love I

For mercy and good I cry.

With forgiveness I walk and not let guilt talk.

Believe that God is not a lie

Then know that love will never die.


Holy child of God am I

As I let my Spirit fly.

So gently I walk and now let joy talk.

I’m one with God and cannot lie

So I kiss illusions all goodbye.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved.