When Visions Come

May 20, 2018 By John David Higham in blog, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: faith, fasting, healing, inspiration, lifestyle, lightwork, mindfulness meditation, personal recovery, spirituality, visions Leave a comment

September 26 2015 111

When visions come
All these things
I see I hear I taste I smell I feel
That you and you and you
Cannot will not ever want to
Come flowing through my consciousness
Coursing like water through a pipe
Creating endless curiosities
In my silly logical mind

These visions are not me not mine
Not you not yours
But are briefly of me of mine
Of us of them of everyone
As they cross my awareness
In dreams in waking slumber

Death love pain bliss success failure
All woven into a cosmic blanket
Draped over my naked soul
I am nobody I am everybody just then
I am that vision that scene that place
So torn away from my corporeal self
Wandering Earth a lost and found spirit
Until it drifts away to memory
Until it becomes manifest
In the now in the then in the later

You must warn them
The fearful say
Saving the innocent
And defeating the demons

You must use them
The ambitious say
Taking all that is yours
And manifesting your destiny

You must disown them
The religious say
For knowing such things is evil
And you must please God

You must stop them
The doctors preach
For having visions is crazy
And require me be treated

No mortal not even I
Know my role my sanity
Even after visions come
Am I cold to the victims’ blood
For listening to The Angels
Who speak from beyond religion
Who speak from beyond morals
Who speak from beyond reason
Who speak to enlighten me

No Devil No God
I have looked into both eyes
And felt their touches
In my spirit in my life

I am
My path my future my past
A thousand times each moment
Knowing what is mine
Knowing what is yours
The visions make them ours
For an eternal moment

Knowing being doing
Are the eternal problems
Grounding grounding grounding
Meditating meditating meditating
Fasting fasting fasting
Are the eternal solutions
When visions come

When I Am the Rainbow

May 23, 2016 By John David Higham in blog, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: bliss, consciousness, healing, intuitive/intuition, lightwork, love, mental health, mindfulness meditation, new age spirituality, Niagara Falls, personal evolution Leave a comment

When I am the rainbow
And the colors are mine,
And my colorblindness means nothing,
And my failure
And my achievements
Mean nothing.

When I am the multiple light rays
Moving united across the universe,
Showing its spectrum
For all to know,
For all to see,
For all to pause.

When I am more
Than my body,
When I am more
Than my debts,
When I am more
Than my anxieties,
When I am more
Than my definitions:
Then my soul is again vibrant.

See how this
Glistening ray of color
Bursts from my third eye
Across the sky
Behind the thunderous storms
Above it,
Above the churning waters
Beneath it,
Beneath the heavens
Blessing this union of sun and water.

Find this union, this rainbow
Within you
And live its colors
As they line your path,
As they enliven your journey,
As they enlighten your soul.

You are then the rainbow…

Photo: Being the Rainbow (Niagara Falls, May 2016)

The Succubus

December 6, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: angels, bliss, cleansing, consciousness, empath, Evil, faith, healing, insight, intuition, intuitive/intuition, letting go, lightwork, love, meditation, mental health, mindfulness, mindfulness meditation, personal evolution, personal growth, psychic, recovery, succubus, tarot, The Empress, transcendence Leave a comment

December 6 2015 023

Think
I
Encountered
A succubus today,
She
Sampling my nurturance,
Then
Taking hostage The Empress
And
Giving back
Hostility
When I asked
Her
To respond
In
Kind.

I
Sent
Us both love,
Healing,
And The Angels…

I Was My Father (Dream Note)

December 5, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, poem, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: acceptance, angels, bliss, conscious dreaming, consciusness, death, death and dying, dream interpretation, dreaming, empath, evolution, father, Ford, grief, growth, healing, inspiration, intiution, lightwork, loss, love, meditation, mindfulness, New Jersey, parents, poetry, psychic, spirituality, terminal illness Leave a comment

December 5 2015 Windfall 101

I was my father
Dressed in an old hospital gown and pajamas,
Shuffling barefoot and alone in the brightly-lit ward
As I made my way to the stairs.

I was my father
Finding my navy blue station wagon
In the hospital’s vacant parking lot,
The vehicle unlocked and devoid of my wife and kids.

I was my father
Sliding into the driver’s seat on that bright spring day,
Accepting that the Ford started itself without a key
And shifted into gear as I gently held the wheel.

On empty suburban New Jersey streets,
My vehicle crept toward a home I no longer recalled,
The transmission failing as I wondered why,
Where everyone had gone, and how I was going.

I was my father
Again sitting behind my wheel
Looking at my quiet streets
From my vacant parking lot
Outside my empty hospital
In my station wagon without my wife or kids
On my sunny afternoon.

I was my father
In my driver’s seat,
Gently releasing my steering wheel
In my now eternally-parked wagon…

I was my father’s last dream
As my night gently became noon;
Sunlight streaming through my curtain,
His love streaming through my soul.

Hitler or Jesus Poetic Quiz (Laughing Buddha Knows)

October 30, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, humor, poetry, quiz Tags: angels, Awareness, bliss, consciousness, Evil, God, Hitler, humor, Jesus, Laughing Buddha, lightwork, meditation, mindfulness, quiz, spiritual Leave a comment

Hitler or Jesus:
Which are you?
(Laughing Buddha knows.)

Shall I
Choose to lie at your feet
And
Worship
The Fuehrer
Or
The Savior?

Will your miracles
Reign
Only over men
Or
Over all of creation?

Hitler or Jesus?
(Laughing Buddha knows.)

Can you save my eternal life
Or
Just my bank account and lifestyle?
I gotta know.

Tell me:
Is your Holiness
All
Self-proclaimed
Or
From God?

Have you ascended from Hell
With mere moments until your final descent
Or
Have you descended from Heaven
With an eternity to spend there?

Hitler or Jesus?
(Laughing Buddha knows.)

Do your words bring truth, love, and salvation
Or
Are they merely deceptions manufactured
To allay my deepest fears?

Do you command vast armies
Or
Battalions of Angels?

Are you motivated by desire
Or
Of salvation and rebirth?

Hitler or Jesus?
(Laughing Buddha knows.)

Laughing Buddha tells me.
He
Is not fooled
By the deceptions
Of
Your followers,
Whether they are working
To
Sanctify your evil
Or
Quoting scripture
To
Justify their own evil.

Bliss

October 17, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, poetry Tags: acceptance, angels, bliss, cleansing, consciousness, empath, enlightenment, faith, growth, healing, inspiration, intimacy, intuitive/intuition, letting go, lifestyle, lightwork, mental health, mindfulness, psychic, recovery, self-help, serenity, wisdom Leave a comment

When you are living beyond your soul
Being nourished by the Light of The Angels,
Walking beyond your legs
Thinking beyond your brain
And feeling with your every cell;

When your spirit is electric
Sparks flying throughout your aura,
Magic is your breath
Passion is your blood
And fearless love is your vibration;

When you become art
After sloughing off useless layers,
Embracing pure healing energies
And others flow through your presence
As equals glowing throughout;

Then you have embraced bliss
And become the laughing Buddha
In each moment you sojourn
In the waking and dream worlds.

Embrace and carry bliss;
Scatter its seeds on humanity’s soil
Again and again and again…

Breaking Gravity (Breaking Drag)

October 12, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, meditation, mindfulness, poetry Tags: acceptance, airplanes, bliss, blog, cleansing, consciousness, faith, growth, happiness, healing, inspiration, letting go, lightwork, love, magic, metaphysics, mindfulness, personal evolution, personal growth, poetry, psychology, recovery, self-esteem, spiritual, surrender, trauma recovery Leave a comment

Held down by our heaviness,
The drag of our inertia,
The weight of our fears,
The burden of our baggage,
We stay tight to our world.
We fight to remain not only grounded
But so firmly attached to our idea of life
That movement is impossible.

In the laws of spiritual metaphysics,
Propulsion and lift
Overcome
Gravity and drag.

Propel, propel, propel!
Allow yourself
To
Be propelled
By all you have achieved,
By the infinite ways
You’ve
Survived and thrived
When
Measured ONLY against you!
Allow yourself
To
Be propelled
By the love and other gifts
You
Are giving!
Allow yourself
To
Be propelled
By your drive to be, love, and grow!

Lift, lift, lift!
Allow yourself
To
Be lifted
By those who love you
Whether
They be animal, human, or spirit!
Allow yourself
To
Be lifted
By the gifts you are receiving!
Allow yourself
To
Be lifted by those who
Believe in you (even when you won’t)!

Build your runway
From your dreams
To run down
At full speed,
With all your passion,
With all your energy,
With all your faith and surrender!

Sleek and streamlined,
Feel the air glide
Over
Your body, mind, soul, and life
And create a cushion beneath you:
Watch your wheels lift off,
Watch your ground break away,
Watch your old world fall away,
And
Watch your sky approach!

Her Time

October 8, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, poem Tags: angels, chant, cleansing, empath, faith, growth, healing, intuitive/intuition, lightwork, love, metaphysics, mindfulness, mysticism, nature, prayer, spirits Leave a comment

A summer’s night
Solitude evaporated
After the call.
“Tell me what you see,”
Her scared daughter said
Before going to pray.

My body
Knew sensations:
My stomach went tight,
My throat went tight.
My mind started racing,
My heart started pounding,
My tears started flowing.

Breathing
Breathing
Breathing

Back to my here and now
Back to me.
Back to not me.

My head ached
My joints ached
My skin burned.

Breathing
Breathing
Breathing

Back to my here and now.
Back to not me.
But, to she
Whose
Name and pain
I now knew.

My body now running
Under the moon
Around the pear tree,
My mouth now chanting,
“I feel it is her time,
I know it is her time.
Sending in The Angels
Sending in The Light.”

‘Round
‘Round
‘Round
The pear tree, I ran
Beneath
Beneath
Beneath
The full moon
Chanting
Chanting,
Chanting
Until her sad daughter told me
She was now with The Angels.

BeDoKnow (A Chant)

October 7, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, love, marriage, poetry, prayer, relationships Tags: angels, bliss, chant, cleansing, faith, growth, happiness, healing, intuitive/intuition, letting go, lightwork, love, marriage, meditation, mental health, metaphysics, mindfulness, mysticism, personal evolution, poetry, prayer, recovery, relationships, serenity, thriving, trauma recovery Leave a comment

BeDoKnow                                                Love
KnowBelieveBreathe                            Love
BreatheEmbraceFeel                            Love
FeelLoveNow                                           Love
BreatheLoveNow                                    Love
KnowLoveNow                                        Love
BreatheLoveNow                                    Love
BeLoveNow.                                             Love

BeDoKnow… LoveLoveLove

I Apologize 2 No 1

October 6, 2015 By John David Higham in blog, faith, healing, love, personal growth, recovery Tags: acceptance, angels, apology, blog, cleansing, demons, dreams, empath, faith, growth, happiness, healing, insight, intuitive/intuition, lightwork, meditation, mental health, metaphysics, mindfulness, mysticism, personal evolution, personal growth, poetry, recovery, self-discovery, self-esteem 2 Comments

I Apologize
2no1
4 being
Even IF.

I apologize
2no1
4 being
Even IF
My being makes
U uncomfortable.

I apologize
2no1
4 living beyond
My past pain
4 loving beyond
My past loves
Even IF
U can’t embrace that.

I apologize
2no1
4 not being good enough
4 not being man enough
4 not being nurturing enough
Even IF
U can’t honor my path.

I apologize
2no1
4 knowing souls
4 dancing with spirits
4 experiencing other’s feelings
Even IF
That scares
U
And doesn’t fit
In your narrow mind.

I apologize
2no1
4 being like a tree
4 reaching skyward
4 growing deeper my roots
Even IF
U can’t be inspired,
U can’t grow, and
U can’t be alive.

I apologize
2no1
4 being a grounded dreamer
4 writing my soul
4 the worlds inside my head
Even IF
U judge,
U mock, and
U condemn.

I apologize
2no1
4 really loving me
Even IF
U r envious
U can’t be a miracle, and
U can’t embrace miracles.

I apologize
2no1
4 embracing bliss
Even IF
U flock to pain,
U welcome hurt, and
U seek out disappointment.

I apologize
2no1
4 honoring U
4 honoring your path,
Even IF
U can’t give 2 me
The same honors.

John David Higham

Empathic Perspective

Tag Archives: lightwork

When Visions Come

When I Am the Rainbow

The Succubus

I Was My Father (Dream Note)

Hitler or Jesus Poetic Quiz (Laughing Buddha Knows)

Bliss

Breaking Gravity (Breaking Drag)

Her Time

BeDoKnow (A Chant)

I Apologize 2 No 1