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Dominica / Κυριακή 5 Ιουνίου 2016, through Λέων
During the last months, I have met some truly special people here online through their honest and lovely thoughts and creations, stunningly beautiful souls I share various kinships with and feel loving connections to. I thank you all from my heart. Our personal and collective circumstances here do not allow me to be writing much, but you are included in my heart prayers of gratitude. I humbly invoke God’s blessings for you our friends, as I do for my Beloved and myself and the few Dear Ones who have been accompanying us from the start of this journey. We all silently participate in each other’s divine protection. Whatever we experience in the educational illusion of this world, we clear space inside us and around us for the divine energy of life. No harm can reach our deepest heart when we help build our own and others’ spheres of Light with intent.
“Grow Omnipotent Love!” encourages us Dominus, God, the Divine Mother/Father each one of us is an important, irreplaceable flame of. I share with you this artwork of breathtaking beauty above by Hans Georg Leiendecker, entitled Vereint im Herzen Jesu / United in Jesus’ Heart, to help you envision a golden sphere of Light surrounding you, a valuable tool I have been using during the better part of this [empath] life of mine.
This sphere is so powerful, all harmful thoughts and energies coming from outside bounce off of it, getting neutralized or transmuted by God, blessing your opponents too. Only the higher vibrations of Love penetrate your golden sphere of Light freely and immediately, for these are the vibrations that heal and nourish you and everyone you touch, even just by thinking of them.
as often as you can
stilling your mind even for
just a few moments at a time
Feel the ebb and the flow of your breath
moving by God’s unconditional Love for you
Breathe out blue; fears, worries, tension leaving
Breathe in gold; healing pulsing through you
Sphere forming beautifully around you
Your holy angels assist you always
clearing space for the Divine
Breathing in gratitude
for all life, all in
Love and forgiveness
spreading all over the world
This moment is one with Eternity
Each moment is perfect in itself
YOU are perfect in your Self
forever safely enfolded
in the boundless
My Brothers and Sisters, you, all of you together, comprise the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it. Therefore, God has appointed each one to fulfill a specific role. First of all in the Church come the apostles, second the prophets, third the teachers, then the miracle workers, the healers, those who help wherever needed, those who offer guidance, and those who speak different kinds of languages. Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles? Do all have gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues? Do all know how to interpret them? Now your zeal must be focused on the greater gifts. And I will show you the most excellent way of all; the way of love.
If I speak in the tongues of men and even of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient; love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Even if prophecies cease; tongues be stilled; knowledge passes away.
Αγάπη never fails.
Ἡ ἀγάπη οὐδέποτε ἐκπίπτει.
O Ύμνος της Αγάπης
1 Corinthians 12:27-31, 13:1-8
Music by Εμμανουήλ Χατζημάρκος
Narrated and psalmed by Πέτρος Γαϊτάνος
Calming the spirit, creating peace
with the original Greek
Hymn of Love:
“Where is this special one for me?” you ask
In heavenly glory our higher selves bask
In God’s perfect time we meet, hearts brighter than gold,
to cleanse our divine souls of hurts new and old
Leon From Hades to Light, May 2016
L = Leon
M = Michael; a 70-year-old fruit vendor in our weekly market, whom I had not seen before and have not seen again since about two months ago, when our below-described encounter took place, in an initially inside-and-out cold morning.
M: (still talking to his previous male customer, to whom I believe he has just given away some fruit) “… Only your love; I want nothing else. And never mind them in high places; they cannot undo what we are.”
L: “Good morning.”
M: “Good morning.”
L: “60 cents per kilo, these oranges?” (He has better-looking ones on his bench, with 1 Euro per kilo)
M: “Yes; but allow me; you’re not buying anything unless you try first…” (in no time he takes a little knife and deftly peels a ripe orange, leaving its base for me to hold it by)
L: “No no, thanks, it’s not necessary…” (*I disagrrrowl*, goes my stomach)
M: “It’s OK, son” (offers it to me, turns to serve another customer, returns as I am swallowing the last mouthful of sweetest fragrant sunlight)
L: “May you always have its sweetness.”
M: “You too. Here (handing me a plastic bag); choose what you like.”
After a while I give him back a half-full bag to weigh, and as I am handing him a couple of coins and am about to thank him and leave, I feel him serenely staring at me…
M: “What is your name?”
L: (hesitating for a breath, a little overwhelmed by the somehow otherwordly, ageless radiance coming through this elderly man’s quietly kind demeanour) “Λέων.”
Μ: “Come here, Λέων (actually he comes round to me, to the customers’ side of the bench). Open your bag. These are from me. They are fine inside, it’s only their skin, see? Squeeze some nice juice out of them.”
L: “Thank you so much… If you knew how we are struggling…” (I cannot keep these words from flowing out of my heart; I feel like I am talking to an all-understanding, most compassionate angel in human form)
M: … (keeps on silently filling my bag, knows I am not whining or expecting any response, feels my gratitude and I… as we stand side by side… I feel his blessings enfold me like a warm blanket!)
L: “And your name?”
L: … (Michael? My guardian Archangel? Thank you Heaven for always hearing!) “Thank you so much Μιχάλη.”
M: “Be well, son.”
for the shocked by
the sex attacks
behind the scenes
such a threat,
is pink, not green.
Such a challenge,
dry some tears,
aching when war
ensnares most minds,
drags them down
Dear Pink Ones:
You’re not hazy;
You are perfect!
You are You,
the big picture;
North Node Pisces
know this too.
can see through
lies we endure.
in their time.
Leon From Hades to Light, January 2016
Author: Leon, Divine, Divine Feminine, Divine Masculine, Female empowerment, Goddess, Healing, Humanity, Iambi, Posts in English, Prayer, Recommended by Plutonia, Special days, Tales Untold, Universal Love
Brothers, be wise, conquer yourselves;
Sisters, stay strong, Goddess is near;
patriarchy’s winter’s fading.
Leon From Hades to Light, October 2015
For Rose, a dear classmate of mine we recently reunited with for the first time since 1985, a cancer survivor who totally shares Plutonia’s pain because of an equally destructive father. For her beloved aunt, her “second mom” whose funeral we attended this Saturday and heard about her completely unfulfilled life.
Not without fight
is one voice
to find one more
lose count of blessings
while running in trenches
fear, hate, shells flying around
They had bombarded us apart
but since that cold ’94 day
won’t let go each other’s hand
High love is punished here
they’ll cross, spiritual even,
manipulating, crippling you
abhorring karmic reunions
Smile in their face, rise above
these faithless murderers.
Illusions, lies, norms
lighting up heavens
Love’s glory fast revealed
No soul cut-off from Oneness
each one a timeless sacred flame
each silent effort heals all worlds
I n f i n i t y S u f f u s e U s
Come, keep it up my Love
spark all hearts alive
let bliss soar high
Leon of SolitaryThinkers,
November 12, 2015
November 12, 1994
After countless battles, the fiercest yet to come,
Leon and Plutonia are forever reunited.
Beloved Cheryl’s ode to the destructive masculine.
Words so wise, so sadly earthy at the same time;
56 of them, like the cards of the Lesser Arcana
which represent the mundane aspects of life.
We males are needed in much deeper ways
than this non-culture allows us to see.
Let us stop abusing our Sisters
and killing all our hearts.
Let the healing begin.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Bless you Cheryl!
We are all daughters of the Goddess.
Let’s not forget our journeys’ start;
we are all females in the womb,
until some switch to male.
Just like the Earth circles the Sun
and not the other way around,
Eve was the one created first,
then complemented by Adam…
… who took the apple on his own, and
they made us blame Her for His faults.
Tremendous knowledge is kept from us
hidden away in some gloomy vaults.
Too long has evil here reigned free.
The Divine Male got scorned, lost, turned
into dominance, protectors into abusers,
destructive dames praised to the skies.
This state of affairs shall now end.
Beloved sisters, get off your knees.
Do not be afraid. We Are You.
We more and more remember.
Empower each other, please unite.
For strife and hatred you are not made.
Reclaim your lives and resurrect
the healing wisdom of your hearts.
Myriads of female incarnations
slumbering quietly inside of us
now awaken; we stand by you,
as glorious male warriors.
We are a force slowly amassed
through aeons of desolation.
Objectifiers are not our kin;
we stand in their way, ready to die
For Plutonia, who held me in her arms and stopped my soul from bleeding. I wouldn’t be alive without you, my Queen of Hades. Although I was molded for you, the future of our bloodlines had been devoured long before we incarnated. This suffering will end with us, but our love will be spreading out in the deepest recesses of existence.
For my fellow guys of all ages who treat the females of their lives with appreciation and gratitude: thank you for working with me, for adoring and serving your goddesses, for letting this male dominance nightmare shatter. Despite the fact that they keep hammering us down, the balance of the cosmos is being tipped by us, my friends. A beloved fellow poet made me think about the etymology of “friend” recently: the root of the word goes back to Proto-Germanic frijojanan, “to love”, and it is also related to Old English freo, “free”. So friends are those people whose love for one another frees them! Let us be worthy of the friendship of the ladies who are blessing our lives through any forms and channels, and make them soar out of the darkness by helping them feel respected, valued, loved.
For all girls and women of this world: your pain is burning inside my veins; our blood is not synthetic yet. As long as I remember myself, I could never stand feeling your blessed bodies being treated as mere objects, your emotions disregarded, your souls torn. I am no part of any campaign, not paid by anyone to be preaching anything, utterly unambitious to co-found any sort of fancy organization or yet another religion. This is just a personal message from a grateful drop in our ocean of suffering, because I have always felt how much we all need your self-awareness, your balance, your strength. My whole existence is a prayer for your empowerment.
I have chosen two terrific songs for you: one showing our world is full of poison, the other giving us the antidote; demand the second from those who (will) matter in your lives, and celebrate yourselves. Because then we all march to war. Unconditional love has never been allowed to humankind en masse. As we are raising these extremely high vibrations of Love, they see us, our enemies are gathering, too, but please feel that we are by your side with our sacred thoughts and feelings, more aware and determined than ever. The Light always prevails; let us sisters and brothers hold hands, open our hearts and cast away this gloom for ever.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, April 30, 2014
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