Kashiri Transmission 3/13 and 3/14/2017.

Empathy is the key to evolution.  Empathy opens the gates.  Emotions should not be negated.  Emotions differentiate the human species from others, yet everything is ONEness.

The Multiverse exists because Consciousness ITself desires to understand itself through infinite possibilities.  LIFE itself is living potential.  Potentialities are infinite, ever-evolving, never stagnate.

The Ancients exist NOW.  The Futures exist NOW.  The Ancients and the Futures are woeful for the current state of sleep that Earth humans are experiencing.  Current humans have forgotten their DIVINITY.  All beings are DIVINE, God/Source/Goddess.

All current war and hate is the result of the individual SELF-HATRED.  The cure>>>begin with SELF....learn self unconditional LOVE.

There is NO HELL.  Hell is man-made and MIND-made.  Hell ends when Humanity gives UP the belief of IT.  Heaven can exist here, NOW, on Earth, as soon as the Collective DESIRES the demise of the emotions of greed, avarice, hate, war, competition.

That which one expects to find, one will find>> stop seeking/expecting Hell and strife.

This is an energetic simulation of sorts, but not as cold as a mechanized machine.  Currents of light carry ALL information.  All CONSCIOUSNESS EXISTS NOW AND ALWAYS AND PAST AND FUTURE AND WILL CONTINUE TO EXPAND.  This can be described as the Akashic Records.  Do NOT become indoctrinated with names, labels, or doctrine.

We are all free, as soon as we choose to be.

Ancient Egypt used dark matter to communicate with more advanced civilizations.  The pyramids are vortexes.  All information is carried in LIGHT.  Again, EMPATHY is the mover.  Empathy is the next evolution.  WE (humans) will evolve past hate, greed, war.  It is and will be necessary to our survival.

There are 2 times in a human's life when he/she moves FASTER than the speed of light: the moment of conception and the moment of death.

There is nothing to fear EVER.  The other 'side' is only a transmutation of vibratory state.  ALL is blissful outside of the dense 'matter' we take on with the body.  Yet, the body is SACRED and allows lessons and physicality to occur.  There are things we do and can learn in this state of matter.  We did choose this.  Nothing is arbitrary or accidental.

TRANSMUTATION

As above,
So below.
From the womb of exploding stars
We commence
Into the rich, obsidian black Mother Earth
We reload- Joining our ancestors
Spiritual Alchemy
Turning the base metal of our souls
Into blinding pure gold
Prismatic light.

This human, human condition>
We are these fragile, frail biological beings
All the universe tends toward entropy
Yet,
We hope
We create
We elate
We want to be MOVED
Please, please MOVE me

In this era of polyurethane bliss
Digital dialectics
Technological tactics
Cold calculations
Fluoride stares, autopilot gazes

Please, please MOVE me
Please
These HUNGER GAMES
Are no entertainment
They are real
3.5 million babies die every year
Where is the food?
WHERE IS THE FOOD?

These hunger games are so, so real
As the Arab Proverb says,
"When you shoot the arrow of truth, dip it's point in honey."
"We are all just walking each other home." (Ram Dass)

THERE IS NO TUNNEL

In this field of light
We play INfinite
Fleshless and breathless
Beyond all veils
Of limitation.
Absorbed into the Sun
Shattered photons
Pure light.
Coronal flares
Massive
Dancing flames
Unextinguishable.
Finally purged
Of all SELF
Form, now formless
Bathed in SUNFIRE
Drenched in pure light
We cannot be cold here
Darkness has evaporated
And
There is no tunnel.
Only this
Thus remains;
I am absorbed,
I am formless,
I am the field,
I am pure light.
I AM.

THE DAWN IS COMING

Gently, She whispers
Inside the mists
Of wind sighs.
We often miss Her soft hiss
Ever-present
Existing
So silently, Inside
Everything.
Solitude inside the
Patterned Divine,
Crystalline Dream
Mathematical precision
She breathes out in rose blooms,
And IN through tree roots.
Existing
So silently, Inside
Everything.
She IS
ALL.
Covered in dirt
Blinded
She is the WE reaching
Eternally towards the Sun.
And each night
The moonlight
Is Her promise
Not to despair
The dawn is coming.
Listen...
Listen...
The dawn is coming.

In-Between

A poet is always falling in love
Or
Falling apart.
There is never an in-between.
Her mind continuously shatters into galaxies
Her heart is awash in oceanic sunfire.
There is never an in-between.

Broken

I broke myself
Tonight.
I fell,
I shattered.
Blood, puss, piss, and tears....
I lay mangled.
Floored debacle.
All exposed and splayed.
Inards and fears.
Inside, then outside.

You sat,
Hope-drenched
My muse.
No bow demolished
In the storm.
And said,
YES.
This
Is where 'it' begins.
And again,
For the hundreth time,
I felt hope.
You ARE me.
I AM.

MEVLANA

MEVLANA

Seeking Her face
In this
One moment
Of seeing...
We are...
Her muse.
The miracle.

Now,
I am...
Breathless
Now,
Brought to my knees
In universal prayer.

We are...
Divinity's progeny
Momentarily
Suspended
In material form.
Yet,
Formed from
The formless.

Yet,
Birthed from
The womb
Of stars.

I am...
So enamoured
With
These galaxies
Of light
Now,
Exploding
In my chest.

We are...
That starred reverie
Momentarily
Materializing
Yet,
Formed perfectly from
The bliss of
Pure consciousness...
We are...
Her muse,
Never ceasing.

Now,
No longer seeking
We are...
Of She...
We are...
She.

We are...
That which we were always looking for;
THAT starred reverie.
We are...
The miracle.