A Voice In The Night; The Best Kept Secret

In the midnight hours when all is still... the mind, alone, can hear itself Think, it must keep busy or lonliness will set in....
What is it about those hours that tugs at the Soul that Loves...but is sometimes alone in her world....Living the 'Best Kept Secret...'

She lives a Soul Life
She is her Soul...
Her ego Shadow side has been put to rest
In its death her Soul began to live
She became her True Self.....

She sees through her Soul eyes
Hears from her Soul ears
She sees others Souls
Hidden behind their Shadow side....
She Loves from her Soul
No longer lost in the illusions of Ego

‘It must be the best kept secret....’

Her Love runs deep,  as all Soul Love does
She sees what others eyes don’t see, as all Soul eyes do
Hears what so many others don’t hear, as all Soul ears do

It’s a very lonely place, being your Soul
Living the Soul life...

‘It  must be the best kept secret...’

So few know it exists
Knows you exist
When you live the Soul life...

They don’t know that it is the real life
They don’t know that seeing through your Soul eyes
is seeing through the Eyes of Love itself....
They don’t know that Hearing through the Soul ears
is hearing from the ears of Love itself....

They don’t know that being Your Soul
is being Love itself....
That living the Soul Life
is living Love....

‘It must be the best kept secret....’

She sees others looking at her
through thier Ego Shadow Side eyes,
They don’t really see her Soul...
They hear her words from the Ego ears,
They don’t really hear what she says...
They’ll never really know her
because they don’t want to know her Soul....

She wants to break down the barrier
Shout it out to all the world
Your Soul is Love...
It wants to guide you
It lies quietly in wait of you to return home...

‘It must be the best kept secret....’

It rattles your mind
Turns your world upside down
Sends mighty storms your way
In an effort to wake you up...

It sends out its strongest Warrior/Warrioress’s
with many messages...
To help you battle against the Powerful Ego Shadow Side...
But still you choose to Sleep
in the midst of the battlefield...

Still ‘it is the best kept secret...’

It sends your Prince or Princess
Your Knight or Your Lady in Waiting
With a kiss of Love...
Hoping it will wake you from your slumber...
Hoping you will join the Living
Join the Real Life...
The Life of the Soul which ‘IS’
the Life of Love...

‘The Best Kept Secret that few know’

If you could only see through the Souls eyes,
What is always right before you...
If only you could hear it from your Souls ears,
The message always being whispered....
It kisses you with lips of Love
If only you could feel it in your Heart, where Soul resides...

You would be able to see her..
Able to  hear her words 
and  really hear what she says...
You would  really know her
 know her Soul....

You would no longer be blind..
no longer deaf...
You could see Her Love runs deep,  as all Soul Love does
She sees what others eyes don’t see, as all Soul eyes do
She Hears what so many others don’t hear, as all Soul ears do

You could see She Loves from her Soul
No longer lost in the illusions of Ego
And what  a very lonely place, she lives in,
Living the Soul life, waiting for others to join her...

Even though Soul magik reveals itself to you daily
The Ego Shadow Side keeps you blind
keeps you deaf
keeps you lost in the mind...
So It remains ‘the Best Kept Secret’
And She remains waiting for you to join her

A Voice In The Night

Where My Soul Wanders

It's the late night hours when all is still and the mind can hear itself think

but tonight the mind is tired and it tugs at the Heart that has lost itself

 where no one looks...

Where My Soul Wanders is where you will find me,

 struggling with illusions' temptations...

I have no rest as I wander the late night hours tirelessly and restless,

 as sleep alludes me...

In the late night hours I wander through streets when no one will see me

that have no beginning and no end...

I wander past houses that have no doors

past rooms that have no windows...

I have no Peace as I wander through Valleys of fear, doubt, and chaos

Peace keeps its distance as it knows I have not made a place for it to reside...

I have no Heart as I chose to wander a place that is not for the Heart that is faint

 The Heartless stole it from me while I looked the other way... 

I have no Home for the home is where the Heart lives. But the Heart is lost in a place

where no one ever looks and shadows wait to steal it away...

I have no Love for I chose to wander through the dry barren deserts

where Love can not live, but only die a slow death...

I have no Soul for it has no Heart to cling to 

it is lost on the roads that have no beginning and no end

in houses with no door, hidden away in rooms with no windows...

I have gone wandering, restless, to search for myself

If I should find a way to return before I get back

Kindly ask me to wait....

There Is No Blame There Is No Shame

In the midnight hours when all is still... alone my mind can hear itself  Think, it must keep busy or loneliness will set in....
What is it about those hours that tugs at the Heart strings?
Life goes on, one night at a time and the sensitive feel more than
the unaware....they love deeper and
they hurt harder.

There Is No Blame
There Is No Shame

She sits a warrioress between battles, at rest...
Knowing each battle in life has it's time for reflection..
Her mind whispers,
There is no Blame
There is no Shame....

Only Experience that holds keys
that are hidden deep inside
and open doors to many feelings you must explore....
where you can get lost in places to hide.
We never know what lies behind the next door...

Some leave us sad
and wondering why,
Some make us feel like we've been bad...
Some make us feel empty inside
While others take us on an unexpected ride....

Again the whisper, There is no Blame
There is no Shame....

Just doors full of experience
we need to go through
for our souls to grow
for us to better know
Our own Heart and all it's ways
as each door leads us through
the experience we call Love
What lies behind each door
Is only for you to do...

There is no Blame
There is no Shame....

Just experience you must go through
Will you love or will you Hate
Will you fall victim and seal your fate
Will you be a giver or will you take
Will you climb to Great Heights
or will you sink into a deep sleep
where you sit and weep and weep

Will you see the truth that sets you free to take flight
or will your fear of it make you fight...
There is no Blame
There is no Shame...

You could step into one door
and become the critic, the enemy to all
a door you move swiftly through
but all the while you do what you do...
Until one day you take the fall
Your Heart is bleeding, weeping
You run away from it all
only to find it was you that you were running from...

Fear becomes your friend
Your Heart is silenced while you do what you do...
There is no Blame
There is no Shame...

Only the next door to walk through
You see a mirror, you look in
It's only you looking at you
as you see the things you do...
Fear is 'not' your friend
what have you done, when will it end?

You begin to unravel, you come undone....
You hear the whisper
There is no Blame
There is no Shame....

Only experience you had to go through
Will you move through to the other side
Will you find a dark corner and hide
Only you can make the choice
Only you can hear your inner voice
always leading you to the next door...

Will you open your eyes and see
that each door you walk into
brings you to what you must go through
to know the Heart
you must do what you must do...
Only in this way can you be set free
There is no Blame
There is no Shame...

Another door opens and you see
a light so bright You see for the first time
the things you must do
if you ever want to set your soul free..

This time you do the things you do
and see the way back to your Heart
is not through the doors of Fear or Fight...
You are on a Journey from which you were never apart
The Journey of Love and back to the Heart....
There is no Blame
There is no Shame....

Only countless doors you must walk through
and do what you must do
Choices you must make that lead you astray
or show you the way....

Now, You begin to see
There is no Blame
There is no Shame....

That Last Little Will To Go On

Once again it is the late hours when all is quiet and the mind can hear itself think.....How long can you keep it busy, distracted before the Heart calls out to be released from it's prison....

The walls that we put around it to keep from feeling...

What is it about Feeling we fear?


Tonight It was impossible to escape the little girls voice in the basement..sitting in the chair all alone while everyone left her...night became morning and still she sat waiting for some one to call her name, or knock three times so she could come upstairs and find comfort in her bed...but it never comes..

Only this time she was grown, sitting in her home that had become her basement. Alone waiting for someone to come and Love her..knock three times so she could come into someones arms and find comfort...but no one was there...


Is comfort nowhere to be found? Is she so invisible that no one sees she has a need to be loved, to have a safe place to lay her heart...to be touched, to be important enough....

The night is not her friend, she tries to sleep but this time it doesn't come to take her away from her feelings...On this particular night she can't keep her mind entertained...


She looks around and the loneliness sets in and she knows that it's time, she must face the one thing that is sitting in the basement of her soul....alone, confused, too afraid to move off the chair and let herself come up to the light...She's so little, so fragile, so angry, so hurt....

she makes herself known only in the late hours of the night when all is quiet and the mind can hear itself...you can feel her moving around in her chair, squirming as though she is tied to it...You feel her pain, her cries in the dark....She sees no way out...


The pain begins to move ever so slowly to the stomache...you talk to her, you cry with her, you feel her pain...It's a pain that has wrapped itself around her until she cannot break free...She is calling, she is moving, you feel her now in your chest....You try to ignore it...but the feeling only gets stronger, you rub your hands on your legs as you try sitting.... you can feel your mind tightening as the pain continues to stir inside of you...again you hear her faint cries...How can I save her you ask...How can I relieve her of the pain she is so used to...


She doesn't know that it is strangling you, choking you, making your stomach hurt so bad you feel like throwing up..You cry along with her...It hurts so bad.. This pain is not a stranger to you.. You've been here before.. Panic sets in, You pace around in circles, your mind is racing out of control...how can you stop this.. the more you try the more powerful it becomes...


Go to the bed, hide under the covers. it has always worked before..What is different about this night...Why won't it go away..You need help, you look around and there is no help..

The night is quiet and the sounds inside of you echo so loud. You cry out in anguish...you try to remember what you were told to do when this kind of pain surfaces...She's trying to get out.. you know this, how can you help her..She is the little you..but she is becoming so strong and she shatters the silence of the night hours...


It's no use, you feel like she is moving into your throat...Sobs, anguish, the crying won't stop...remember what did you learn that can set you free...You know now, you must stay in the feeling no matter how much it hurts.. you let it take over, and take over it does...you feel like you can't do it any more...you can't sit alone anymore, but there is no relief any where..your mind feels like everything inside of you is going to burst open and everything will just end...the pain, your head, your heart, your stomache the ache is too powerful...your sobs are uncontrollable....


Then it happens, you reach that place where there is nothing left inside of you to fight this battle even one more time...'Can you find that last little will to go on?' you give up...you can't do it...you are ready for the end..that little girl inside doesn't want to feel the pain anymore, you don't want to feel the pain anymore, it's the end..You've had enough....


You've reached that place where so many souls just feel there is no way out except through death...It's the only place left to go..You surrender...it's OK, you know you can leave and it will be OK...everything gets still as the decision is being pondered...the hows and the whys no longer matter...the pain no longer matters.. you just quit struggling, you quit trying...


In that moment is when you face the very thing that will either bring you death or bring you life....

All struggle is gone..all strength is gone...do you even have enough to make the decision?..All is still and even you don't know if you can go on or what you will choose...Then in that state of mind you step into the fire..you go into the basement and you get that little girl and you bring her out of the fire with you...as you comfort her, you feel alive..you feel a softness, it's the Heart that is freed at last...your cries are softer now until they fade away...



Now the late hours become morning and you watch as the Sun peeks over the hill...It's a new day, a new you, free of the pain that was living inside of you, talking for you, thinking for you, but now there is nothing but gratefulness and freedom to fly, freedom to play...You've faced the darkest Night of Your Soul and Life won...

So Many Lonely People

When the Beatles sang the song about all the lonely people and where did they all come from I didn't really get it other than on a personal level. All I knew was how lonely I was. Today as I once again reflected on these words I really got it. Everywhere I look there is that sadness in peoples eyes. Even those who appear happy, if you look deep enough you will see that same sadness. Where does it come from? I have pondered this question for over 30 years and this is what I've come up with.


 Much of our Pain and Suffering from Loneliness comes from too little Soulful Love, Too little Soulful Intimacy, too little Soulful Interaction and too little knowledge of how to do any of them. That look you see in peoples eyes is a longing for all of those things...Our bodies ache for it. Our hearts Long for it and are breaking without it.

 We are a society of people who have become so mental that we forgot we have another more real and just as important part of ourselves that we call 'Soul.' The part of us that whispers to us daily to be heard. It has stories to tell us of the magic that awaits us once we connect back to it. Stories of  a different kind of Love that longs to be expressed through our physical aliveness. A Soulful Love that is so ancient that it has become new to us after so many thousands of years of being separated from it.

 The Soul calls to us to become our 'True Self.' Much is written on this subject in these times. Our True Self is the Soul. Our Outer Personality comes and goes with each new lifetime we experience. It dies when the body dies and a new one is born with each new set of childhood memories we take into adulthood. But it is the Soul that carries all the things we learn and master in a lifetime forward into each new one.

 In every new lifetime The Soul Whispers to us how to bring the outer physical self and the inner Soul Self together to work as one so we can be our true selves in our outer experience. But like our beloved childhood character Pinnocio, we have chosen not to listen and have gotten ourselves into deep trouble, lost and alone in the darkness. We are puppets to our outer minds that have so much control over us by keeping us lost in the illusion that our wooden personality is who we really are. Yet deep down inside we all long to become real again.

 We carry the seed of that 'Soulful Kind of Love' in our Romance movies and story book Loves. Although many think these things are just fantasies made up from the imagination of wishful, unrealistic people. Few realize that Imagination is the language of the Soul and the visions that Soul uses to send  messages out to the writers and poets of the times, in hopes that others will hear it's callings through them.

 Healthy Soulful Love is Romantic and tragic when in this outer world of duality, as Pure Love is made up of Both Worlds. The Rose has always been a symbol of Love yet it has thorns. The Turtle Dove another one of Loves symbols yet it sings a forlorn song in the evening just before dark sets in and again early in the morning when the darkness is turning itself over to the light. Nature is Pure Love, yet it has storms so fierce they kill many.
Another one of the messages of the 60's was that Love is all we need. Love is all powerful. Nothing is impossible with love. Than why are there so many lonely people? Why isn't Love coming to our rescue?

I asked myself this question daily for years. Why was I so lonely. Some told me it was because I needed to love myself first and that would be enough. Others said it was because some of us have come into this lifetime to experience being alone and lonely so we could learn to be happy without others, or that Love does not need anyone else. I say yes to all of these but only to an extent. No matter how complete you become, how much you love yourself, or how little you need others to be whole, you are still in a human body and one of the greatest gifts of Life in the physical body is that we get to feel the things that our Soul cannot feel without the body. It loves the physical experience. It loves how it feels to be kissed, or hugged or held. Human contact is important to the human body and our Soul. But none of these acts are fulfilling unless they are done 'with soul.'

 This is where the problem lies. How Soulful are we? How much Heart and Soul do we put into your hugs or kisses, or when we hold someone, or have conversation with someone? How much of these things are done to get something in return rather than because we feel the movement of the soul coming from inside of us to do them. Until we all connect back to our Hearts and Souls, all of us will feel that loneliness that can only be filled up through Soulful interaction which can break the lonely separateness consciousness we have found ourselves lost in for far too long.
Where are all the lonely people, look and you will see them all around you.