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Rainbow Sky Serpent

by

Jennifer Kay Thompson

miren las sonrisas que nos dan las

look at the smiles the stars

estrellas, cada noche sin falta

give us, each the nite without failure

tenemos tantas sonrisas

we have so many smiles

que nos guardan
that safeguard us

nos piden
ask us

a pasar la aparencia de los nubes.

to pass the appearance of the clouds.

con mis dedos yo he volado

with my fingers I have flown

por las estrellas.

through the stars.
ni maquina, ni viento me ayudaba.

not a machine, neither a wind helped me.

solamente el poderoso de las estrellas.

only the power of the stars.

y ahora no existen mis dedos hasta que

y now my fingers don't exist until,

abro mis sentidos otra vez al cielo.

I open my senses once again to the sky.

pasion espontonea!

spontaneous passion!

Veo una gran serpiente de paz

I see a great serpent of peace

que cambia color

that changes color

de roja a azul

from red to blue

a todos que existen en el arco iris.

to all that exist in the rainbow.

Se modaran los diamantes de su cuerpo.

It moves the diamonds of her body.

Que promesa esta sensualidad!

What promise this senuality!

la de la serpiente del arco iris.

that of the serpent of the rainbow.

Que me visita sin dedos.

That visited me when I didn't have fingers.

me visita para la memoria.

That visted me for the memory only.

Estoy completemente despierta.

I am completely awake.

*** I only have wordpad and could not access
the proper Spanish letters. I don't like that.
Thanks

Indigo Sky Stars

by

Jennifer Kay Thompson

There was a Robin in the snow that day. I remember, and mother told me No Robins Don't Come Until Spring.
I leapt down to the floor from the kitchen counter and said Gotta Go .
All I heard as I scuddled out of the house was an Indian cry and something about Be Home For Dinner.

That was the day that I met what would become my true parents. Not that there was anythng wrong with my birth parents. But this Lord and Lady were taller, clearer, they always spoke the Kindest Words. I heard them in the wind. Only once at that time I thought to tell someone, Sharon, she told her Mother and she told my Mother. They had already told me to deny the whole thing. My real parents.

I liked to roll in the grass down the hill and get prickly brown things on my clothes and hair.

I remember one day I saw a monster.
Mother took me to get my hair cut.
School starts tomorrow, she says.

The kids in the school were strange. I stayed with my angels the whole of the day.
Sometimes I travelled.

The monster was a Politician, said Mother, The President of this Fine Country.

Then I made a friend from Ireland. Straight from Ireland. She called herself Rudy so did I. She liked the dirt like I did, she liked
beautiful things. So we became Attached At The Hip as Mother said.

When the baby was born, and I had a little sister, I felt really proud. As if I were the Mother. I rocked her and cuddled with her
feeling many fine angels around us.
But she didn't want to stay here long. So she got pneumonia. Everyone cried so much. But I knew when she
was leaving that this was a part of her plan. She told me with her eyes See You Upstairs. She was nine months old.

Sometimes by the creek I see crayfish. And red clay jut out the creek's sides. I look at it and think Wouldn't It Be Nice To Be Clay..
So but
if I wander really far I get to the stone circle. I like to run around it laughing , then lie in her belly.
Her stones have begun sinking into the planet, some deciding to barely show their heads.
And the trees are so tall here, always smiling.
Sky Father told me he put them here to hold me. I believe him.

I am wandering through time and space and I look down to see a great ruckus amongst my holders, the trees. I see people with signs in front of the courthouse. They wear a lot of green.
I see the trees aren't there .
I see people moving.
I see more people in front of the courthouse with signs.I decide to stay up there.

No one knew that I was walking to where they were cutting.
So when my holder hit me and I went down, I went immediately up. But I could
smell the oak everywhere high. And I heard
rain but it was the trees tears. And I told the tree, Don't Worry, We Will Go Be Stars Now. And WhenThey Are Ready For
Us, They'll Let Us Hold Them And Kiss Them Again, I Promise.
So we sat in the Indigo Sky, holding each other, shining brightly.

Indigo Nite Bird

by

Jennifer Kay Thompson

Once upon a time there was a woman. At night, while she was sleeping, she was a bird. This bird was just growing it's wings well. The swimming wings.

She had a time where she gave her daytime body to perfect light. And everyone thought she was gone , off, ready to leave. She wanted to be recharged.

Her nite bird paved the way.

Her nite bird taught her day human to swim with her eyes open. Her nite bird allowed her little fears, and devoured the big ones.

This is a place no one eats each other. So the devouring is more like a sensation, an electrical sensation in fact. The woman who at night was a growing bird consciously and subconsciously decided to ask the nite bird about the growing process, was there anything she could do to improve it's happening?

The Nite Bird rest it's wings back. Everything Is Perfect, woman, you know this, you knew this a very very long time ago, a time beyond time, when our lights decided to create together along the line of Saturn's song. . I am growing, I am not human,and I am a creature of your night and I am also perfect.

So the woman asked why, why do i see you grow at nite?
The bird rest back it's head a gave a sigh, turning it's sharp eyes to woman.

You remember. You think that you forgot, that you forget, but you remember, I promise you, you remember.

The subconsious/conscious session was completed. A rock somewhere fell long into a deep pool. As it hit the water, woman decided to go to sleep in earnest.

Tumbling over rivers and creeks watching the skies change and glancing below to see the small changes upong the grand Gaia. This was a happy feeling, a good sensation, like weightlessness and bliss.

Walking by a pet store, woman saw the birds. She thought of her flight over the earth the nite before and she was ashamed to be human, capturing such a distance of a life to place in a cage. They heard her and got quiet. She noticed, everyone noticed. She decided that she was now her nite bird. She flew indigo lights into the little auras and huge vistas of the birds, she taught them how to transcend their bodies to fly again, and now even further higher, visiting the multiverses, the cosmos, regardless of the bodycage illusion. What grateful birds she saw staring back at her.

She stopped. Let us connect and free all of us. All of us, she said in the indigo light. And effort was set in motion and the light circled the universe somehow taking with it the astral freedom to all caged beings, all.

ALL OF US.