Grailblazer

In The Silence, God Is

If recalibration is inevitable, and we all start from zero, what does this entail? There are rumors of a financial reboot to go alongside Mother Gaia’s, and the likelihood of earth stepping from 3D to 5D… how exactly will this look like? In the past years, I’ve read across different postulations, and I can’t help feel there’s actually something good that has been happening to us all in the past…

Everyday gratitude. To be grateful on a daily basis is something I don’t think many of us are fully conscious of. Perhaps, it’s the everyday stuff that bogs us down and keeps us from doing so. There’s simply no time. We’ve been caught up with work, the commute to work and so forth. But it takes just a few seconds. Thank you. Thank you God. Easy. I wonder if we embodied gratitude on a daily basis.…

perhaps, it’s time to change,accept the things that aren’t,become innocent again…play as children do, barefoot,underneath the water sprinklersat the park. is there time to siton the bleechers and watchthe ball go beyond the park?we ponder greatness, whengreatness is already within,every blade of grass,every dry leaf which falls on our path, the moleculesall around heal us,we are better…

Energy Is No Joke

Believe it or not, there are energies bombarding earth right now assisting in her and our rise to 5D. I’ve come across the idea of pulses before, streaks of energy coming down from the sky as though it were a dream. Years ago, I wouldn’t have believed in this possibility until I was affected by it. It is part of the ascension process, or so they say. Trying to make sense of these “ascension”…

the world changes,we’re on the cusp,veils lifting… transparency.what will we gravitate towards,what will appall?for every child’s tear,grave has been the suffering.do we dare walk,or close our eyes (from the truth)?there is vile evil and evil vieto supress the frequency,alignment, our destiny.greatness bound though we are—if only to unwind from twisted lies, sever that which ties us…

This Too Shall Pass

These are uncertain times. In a good way. But we can’t see it yet. No, nothing is revealed just yet. There are some things which need straightening out behind the scenes. Because everything is still covered up by a veil that is thinning out very quick, I feel it must be the heart that is feeling all the truth, seeing what we cannot see. The heart that sees… it seems metaphorical, perhaps, only a…

What’s The Fun In That?

I became one of those sourdough bread bakers during the pandemic. The uncertainty of it, what was going on across the globe, motivated me to get into something positive. Learn something, I told myself. “Get yourself out of that mode and focus on being productive,” was what I told myself. It was a continuation for me. The year prior was when I really started, but gave up because I didn’t have time…

A Child’s Eye

from a child’s eye, or so it seems,the benevolence and intelligencemeet between two mountainsjuxtaposed, the middle path isthe third eye where i cometo understand from where i must see with all my heart,the Divine, the Innocent,the child inside scatteredin fragments among thismaze of confusion, delusion…had it been an illusionto conceal the intrusion,penetration, crimes againsthumanity? for when…

Just Ask God, Part 2

I wrote it as a poem, thinking I could just put it down and move on, but it was so simply put that I couldn’t forget. It was a simple question I asked a young girl… how do I get rid of the lines on my forehead? I expected to be directed to a Youtube channel, referred a cream her mother used, but instead she replied, “just ask God.” It never dawned on me to just ask. It never dawned on me to even…

to me you are a lost civilization undergroundi wish to excavate. i shallleaf through all papyrus scrolls if Alexandria was in you.for i grieve the unknown,the deception, or what waskept from us for so long. like a bottle of the good stufflocked away in the back of the cabinet because they thinkwe’re underaged, can’t handledrinking all that knowledge. but we’re far from sober now, i’m downing…

A Writer’s Block

“What should I write about,” asked the writer suffering from a block. Five sentences was all she asked herself. Write whatever. She gave herself that much. There were many topics to write about, afterall. Bees, politics, ET’s, music, food. An unsuspected tranny singing a broadway tune from inside the women’s locker room. How about poetry or lack of potassium? All these ran through her head, but…

just ask God…this simple responsefrom heralluding to the lineson my forehead,thinning hair,blood pressure,all that age seemsto take backas time silentlycovets all that has been overlookedthinking, somehow, itwouldn’t catch up,busy going around…not me, i thought.more biotin, perhaps,or garlic for remedy,would i get it all back,restore the me i wasbefore? she shrugged. just ask God, she said. mrg…

A distracted world. What a perfect title for anything really… novel, book, song, short story. A painting on the wall. A documentary. All these are possibilities…. Except it feels as though we’re in a giant loop, running inside a hamster wheel of sort, made invinsible by time jammed packed with work, neverending responsibilities which literally yield very little time for ourselves. And when we do,…

the elements, the compositioni no loger intend to dwellin compromised sounds,sullen notes at the tip of your tongue,its belligerence and bewildermentsequester me in this tormentonly, i, alone suffer from…distance you kept,fences you’ve wrappedyourself around; this well-achieveddarkness scored against your heart—it is no wonder a drought existswhere love ought flourish.mrg 9/19/21

The Takeaway From Sourdough

In this lifetime, I’ve been given the opportunity to bake breads for many people. With the help of a Hobart, a sheeter, a proofbox and some really old deck ovens, I turned out croissants, danishes and breads for banquet orders on a daily basis. It’s been a long while since I’ve had to do that, but quarantine allowed me to get in touch with the practice of bread again. This time, I had no sheeter,…

Got Lost In Stuff

I’m no longer a collector of things, but every year I can’t seem to escape the hand knitted scarf or a set of apron, pot holder and oven mitt from Christmas. What to do, what to do, what to do when minimizing is the goal. I don’t know. Regifting would be nice, it would deplete the pile away. This past year, however, didn’t even give us a chance to engage anyone for Christmas, given the virus…

Today is literally 111. We are 11 days into the year 2021 in the age of Aquarius. We are existing, we are surviving. Sure, we’re still amidst a pandemic, with most everyone waiting on the right vaccine concoction and anticipating which politician will step up and lead the nation into the new Age. Many see only the negative aspects of this lockdown, but there are many positive outcomes as…