Towers

Living the high life and drowning in luxuries

Adornments, that crown the ego

When living in high towers with expansive views, make us feel powerful and above …because you are…above?

When coming down into the masses feels dirty and offensive

Do you remember once upon a time, when you felt excitement at the thought of opportunity and the idea of living above?

When creativity was tantamount and necessary to achieve success

Do you remember that feeling?

Or do you now feel suffocated and fearful about the descent

Because once you wanted to rise so you would be seen and admired

Beware friends

That rising is a wonderful and joyous and exciting experience a good and wonderful thing

But the desire for admiration and being seen can also catch you in nooses and traps that leave you hanging from the towers, that you once so desperately desired and now you cling to.

Our desires are the sign posts that tell us where our path shall lead us.

The time to observe is now.

Discovering the Self

I have removed all shame

I was surprised by all the good things I could see

Stunned

I am a Venus

I am sensual

Someone who understands their power and their destiny

My body

My presence

My voice

I am beauty

And I command attention

I step forward without remorse

Without apology

I step into my pleasure

As I quench my own desires (because they are good desires)

With control and fierce independence

I am in total command of myself

Nurturing

Treasuring

Strengthening

I am power and truth

Admiration and even jealousy drive me from strength to strength

As those who wish to destroy are cut out eternally from my path

They will not block me

I will stand in my power as I judge for myself rightly

I increase

I strengthen

I will always rise from those who cannot stand me doing this

I will always discover those who hold no conviction about their own beauty or power

I warn them now – that if you watch me with desire to harm or even hold hateful thought towards me…

That I will quietly but consistently overcome you

I am gently rising tsunami that will surpass you and that you will never see coming

To Uncover a Thief

We call them friends and family

We call them lovers and communities

We share our table and abundance with them

We love them

Deeply

We trust them, because we ‘know’ them

We hold them in our arms and share our dreams and our beds

We integrate our lives with their lives

They are our closest

They are the people we call on for help and guidance

The people we go to for connection and sharing

They teach us

They worship us

They place us on pedestals

They even buy us lavish gifts……..

So who then do we truly trust, if we cannot trust those who surround us?

Who can we open our hearts to?

Who can we be vulnerable to?

Should we ever be vulnerable?

Who can we truly rest with and find our comfort and confidence in?

Not who….

But truth of course!

So what does that mean?

What if we’ve never seen or felt true love before?

What if Love has never been experienced or shown or been given before

How do you know what it truly feels like?

It will lift you, it never weighs you down.

It releases you to be you.

In fact it encourages your authenticity because the other parties enjoy it!

Trust yourself and your beautiful vulnerability

Remove yourself or discard anything or anybody from your space, who has no appreciation for your voice, your vulnerability or your authenticity.

Your heart will never lie to you

But many around you will.

Trust your intuition and your wonderful heart

Find the people you enjoy and those who enjoy you.

The Line

Love carries every burden

it listens steadily

it never wavers

It never ceases to hope

But do not be fooled my friends and my dearest

Love holds strength that does not pity those that seek to take

It does not wilt under pressure or over give to those that only take

It draws the line each time another tries to blur it

It digs in under threat of war or treason

It does not betray it’s own lands to maintain alliances with those who offer falseness or in fact declare you unfair when you set any terms of agreement that are equal in give and equal in take.

The Magic

As golden dust falls from heaven

Inspiration awakens

My mouth opens

As I inhale it

Like manna from heavan

I feel it ripple through my body

As I begin to write, speak or paint

The words are warm

I see my breath appear before like a small cloud on a cold winters day

I speak to you, the way you need to hear it

The words form gently as they appear perfectly

I see visions of animals, plants, rocks and streams that speak to me as sentient beings

I must quickly capture them or else they disappear eternally

They bring messages of wisdom

Words of love

Or they teach me about different realities that many cannot see

Golden dust sparkles upon everything they show me

Glowing almost sensually

Beckoning you to read, to hear to see

They seduce you to listen

The words will intoxicate and soothe, like water in an arid dessert

It is the abundance you crave and the inspiration you seek

Breath it in

Fill yourself upon it

See how it thrills

How it satisfies

How it spreads itself through the universe

Exploding magic to every heart and to every corner of the world

The Mother

I hide under your wing and nudge at your chest

You carry me on your back

You feed me and teach me what is good to eat

What you eat I eat

where you go I go

I am sheltered from the sun the wind and the rain

I follow you and imitate you

I play the way you play

I dance as you danced and fly as you flew

I know what I know by the path that you took

I see my path by the path that you trod

I wanted to know what was best and what is truth

But you are neither open nor able to think, nor care for what was best or what was truth

I know what I know and only when I know it.

Mother you are held to high account for the path that you took

We are responsible for the path that shall be trod by those that follow behind us.

HOW TO USE THIS SITE

Hello Friends!

Welcome!

This site is made to help you find truth in your Spiritual journey.

It is a guide to show you how to heal.

Sometimes, we simply need to have someone help us understand how we are feeling.

Sometimes we need someone to describe it for us.

That is my job

I realise that poetry can be difficult to understand

But it also provides a depth sometimes, that other forms can’t

We are very complex beings after all

So, sometimes you will read, and feel convicted.

Sometimes you will be called to act on something that Spirit has been trying to communicate to you.

If you have arrived here, then I assume you are searching and considering spiritual things.

Congratulations.

My role in your life is to awaken you.

This is just the beginning. Do not doubt what you are feeling or what you are seeing.

Awakening will likely turn your world upside down..or should I say right side up…

I love you. I care that you find truth. I care that you find absolute peace and happiness. My advice is to follow that trail. True peace and happiness can only lead to good things.

If this is not your experience, then there is a reason, and there is a truth that is fighting to come out.

I am here to let you know it is safe to let it.

It’s time to release yourself from false things and false people and false self identification.

So how it works….

Look at the menu, allow yourself to be drawn in. Click whatever you feel drawn to. Trust your intuition. You shall receive the message you need.

Let me repeat that…THE MESSAGE YOU NEED.

In the future, I may start open up to doing personal readings/channeled messages also, But for now, I am still processing and thinking about how to do this and to consider the right way to do it.

My advice for now, is that you take time out so that you can process the messages you receive here.

It can be heavy…but powerful.

Feel everything you need to, journal, write, speak, feel, cry, scream.

Release your truth to yourself and to Spirit

Ask for guidance and trust your intuition first and foremost.

Don’t be afraid to re:read messages, I am often updating old messages as I am being called to. This site is a living thing that will continue to grown and evolve as Spirit moves me to also grow and evolve. I am growing with you. I feel like the messages are almost complete, and I will be moving to a new stage soon. Images, music and art will also come. I will continue to build and improve what is already here. I am really excited about that. I’m looking forward to receiving the inspiration. It is bliss for me to channel this way. I feel that it is my true calling. It is my authentic self.

All the best my friends, feel free to comment or write to me however you wish.

I’ll respond if I feel called to.

All my love to you always.

Krista

The Grasses and the Maples

I was sitting in a Park at a little table, eating lunch along a gently winding brick path. It sat by an office building full of glass. I was sitting eating and playing on my phone when all of a sudden it went flat. I was immediately annoyed. All I wanted was to shut out the work world, listen to music or look for any other distraction. So I was forced to sit quietly with only my thoughts and the wind.

Thankfully, I was alone. I didn’t want to make small talk for this short period.

So I sat quietly. and began to observe my environment.

It began to filter into my consciousness.

A bird flapped close to me as she found a branch to rest on

She looked down on me with one eye

She was letting me know she saw me

I smiled at her

How sweet.

I love birds

The tree she was perched in was a Japanese Maple.

It was a perfect spring day

There were three maples alongside the gently winding brick path

They had their new spring leaves

Beautiful small green stars connecting and stretched outwards and upwards

The green was vivid and brilliant as the sun shone through them, lighting them up even more than usual

They had their boughs open like worshippers praising God

They felt angelic…..and a little out of place, even alien in this environment.

I began to see into their minds

Wise

Loving

Open

They never seemed to look below them

Yet everything beneath them was sheltered and it was pleasurable to sit beneath them.

They brought gentle beauty to an otherwise cold and harsh environment

When the wind moved them, they whispered gently to each other

They were asking many deep questions to the universe, philosophising, speaking of purpose, of things to come and what constitutes wisdom.

They never really engaged much with what was below them.

Yet everything was nurtured, cared for and beauty was their very existence.

They never hurried or worried

You could feel their longing and absolute focus and wonder about the things they discussed

And their desire to return to the heavens

Their beauty was beyond what the landscape could produce on it’s own

They had a radiance that everybody could enjoy and benefit from

Yet this was not where they belonged

All visitors loved them

Appreciated them

But they had little awareness of this nor concern about it

People and creatures sat beneath them without asking any questions

Such as where did they come from?

They simply sat and felt the energy of the Maples but didn’t understand what healed them or calmed them

They were a stark contrast to everything that surrounded them

Other small plants had been placed beside them also

Large clumping grasses

They also spoke to me this day

They sat side by side in an orderly line alongside the building and some also along the winding brick path

They also sat in the stark landscape with reddened rough cut man made stones as their mulch

It was funny that I hadn’t noticed this harsh landscape when I was looking at the Japanese Maples

Yet now as I looked down, it suddenly became quite apparent.

Some of the clumping grasses stood quite tall

Almost as tall as a grown man

They were planted in a linear fashion to follow the building

Some were still quite young

Their leaves were like long fingers that fell over at various angles

The wind moved in them too

I could hear them speaking almost in unison!

The big ones had deep voices whilst the young ones had squeakier and higher pitched notes

Their energy was in complete opposition to the maples (who honestly didn’t pay them any attentional at all)

They were busy when the wind moved them

Urgent confident and firm

They never asked any questions

They were busy telling everyone what to do or they were completely silent

They only spoke a couple of things. Such as…

“Come on, come on, come on”

“This way everybody, this way.”

“Come on, come on, come on”

Their leaves beckoned like hands waving you down a queue

“This way folks, keep going everybody, keep going”

“This way, this way, this way”

They reminded me of traffic controllers with little grey moustaches, waving white gloved hands

“This way, this way, this way”

“Come on, come on, come on”

“Hurry along now madam”

“Get along now Sir”

“Come on, come on, come on.”

Every time the wind changed so did their direction

“This way now sir, come on, get a wriggle on M’am, come on, come on come on come on”

“That’s the way.” They would say with delight and approval if you followed their direction, you could almost see them nod in approval when you did.

When the wind was still, they remained completely still and completely silent

They belonged here

It’s as if they had always been here

It was an ancient place where red dust had lived for thousands of centuries

Stones and tall grasses

This was their natural landscape

The grasses had been performing these duties for many centuries.

There was little need for them to evolve or change

They had no interest in the sky

They didn’t ever look up

Because they had no questions.

They had everything they were made for right where they were

They had their job

They had their security

They had their purpose

They were satisfied

The wind their only interest.

For a minute I laughed at this and their simplicity

For a minute I thought this was really sweet

And a little charming

But as their message never changed

No matter where the wind blew them

It began to make me feel frustrated and bothered

Here they sat beneath beauty and wisdom

Yet no matter what surrounded them, they could not ….or would not look up to see beyond them and all the beauty that surrounded them.

They sat happily in rocks dull and silent or urgent and busy

Never changing

Growing yet never changing

How is this possible? I thought

I felt repelled

Hearing their repetitive words over and over again and never looking up to see their surrounds

It almost drove me to madness

I wanted to shut them out and move away from them

So I looked up at the vibrant green canopy above me and thanked the Japanese Maples

Wishing to join them

Wishing to turn my back on the Grasses and their endless, pointless talk, that never went anywhere and never brought any beauty or wisdom or purpose.