Again...I am drawn to pull writings from a few years ago and put them out for others to see. Why...I do not know...but I have learned that I should heed these messages or urges because someone, somewhere, needs to see them. I have left the writing as it was when I wrote it January 9th, 2003. It is based mostly from messages I have received from by large recordkeeper Ruby. She is the one which wanted no metal to hold her and I listened. She allows a cotton cord to be tied around her for the convenience of wearing her but that is all. I may post some pictures if I get the chance.

January 9, 2003, 12:36 AM

This was actually written last night at around 2:30am…got woke up and had this compulsion to write again…not sure where this is taking me but this one is definitely interesting. Am also seeing something about a children’s or some sort of a story line or poetry along this line with illustrations.

This writing did have a few sketches along with it but…again…I’m not sure where this is going…it’s almost like I only have certain pieces to the puzzle but they are magnetic and want to go together but they will only go together in specific ways and keep falling apart without those missing parts. Somewhere there is a ‘keystone’ or a Rosetta stone which will pull this all together…I’m just not sure if all of the pieces are in my possession or if they even will be in my possession…it’s almost like there is someone else who has those missing pieces and I am simply waiting for that other person to realize it and connect with me.

Perhaps this is something more along the lines of a spiritual being or guide which I have not yet connected with or perhaps this is a flesh-n-blood being. I’m not sure of the gender either…and at this point…it doesn’t matter…what matters is pulling all of the parts together to create the whole.

At any rate…the writing from last night follows…I wish I could reproduce the sketches but they will have to wait until I manage to integrate the scanner with the laptop.

Ruby Fairy…
I sing of times when the Earth was whole
Before the Spark of Man.
I sing of times when time was naught and we all sang as One.
We were One Thought…
One Dream…
One Soul…
Harmony was our only goal.
I sing sadly because so few remember now the details of that time…only vague imaginings and a yearning to return…
Return to What?…To When?…To Where?
Why did we ever part?
I sing of when we parted
To birth each brand new world…to bring in change and growth and experiences we never had before.
Each fragment is a world unto itself and lives forevermore…
Each soul…each being…each living part…never dies…
Each thought is but an echo of what is, was, and will be,
Shifting from one world…one dimension…and transmuting into another reality.
So when I sing, a Chorus chimes, reverberating off of cavern walls…
When I cry, a river flows into the Timeless Sea…
When I dream…all fairies dance…like stars across a satin sky.
I sing now songs of calling and recalling…
Let your mind meld with mine and travel past all hurt and pain…back to home again.

Doorways open wide…look inside
Muffled voices clear…open and hear
Our cool touch warms…our harshness softens
Let us help…follow our call…release your fear
We are all One with the Universe
We live…but not under the same rules as you…
We grow…but do not track time as you…
We learn…we laugh…we cry…
But…just like you…we never really die
We merely shift our forms and essences into other realities.
Some see us and know us for who and what we are but even they know not the extent of our connections.
Hold us in your heart.

(This last part was written at the time of this typing…like they really wanted to make their point from various ways because both parts seem to say pretty much the same thing. This next part was written last night after doing the sketches which happened after the first writing.)

As we speak, so do we sing of Life, of Love, of everything.
We reflect all that is…
All that was…
All that will be…
But we are simply parts and pieces…multidimensional segments of an ever shifting, ever growing whole.
We are as fluid as the oceans…
As soft as a twilight breeze…
As bright as a blazing sun…
And as dark as a blind sky…
But always…we are shifting…
Sending ripples across Time…
No one thought can embrace our Totality…
No one view is right or wrong
For without one, the other’s naught
And we become undone but not undone
For what can be lost if not begun?

(When I first started transcribing what had been written last night, I didn’t re-read it…just started copying it and, at that time of night…I certainly didn’t remember much of what was written…that’s part of the channeling anyway…not remembering much and why it is always best to write it down. This latter part speaks of missing puzzle pieces but not quite in the same way as I began this piece. Interesting, to say the least.)