The Sixth Poem - Two Can Be the Same as Three

Today I paused to meditate shortly in the car before going inside to give my presentation for the Open Doors Classroom in Quincy, MA. I didn’t expect to receive a poem because I felt a bit rushed. My brain settled right down and I felt the unmistakable lightness and presence of spirit. When my finger started twitching, I was glad I had pen and paper nearby. Reading it later as I typed it, I found it strange that the poem started with “post it here” – considering that I now intend to post these poems on my blog. As always, there are discrepancies, odd word choices, and lines that don’t rhyme (that’s my type-A personality wanting everything to be perfect), but considering the source and the method of receiving this information, I guess that’s okay… ;-)


Post it here for all to see
These our words of liberty
Here’s the message of the day
Hear the words I have to say.

Fly away on wings of gold
Take the leap, fly high, be bold.
Soar… the hawk does circle high
His path above the mighty sky.

Two can be the same as three
When all the power they rest in me.
For I will give them strength and courage
With my wings they’ll not discourage.

Hope rests in the heart
Here is where you start.
Try. Fly. Stand by…
Your thoughts alone will not get by

Forsake the proud and mighty ego
It knows not how or when do we go
Up towards the heavens with the words like birds
We fly and try, ne’er to die.

So long as air doth lift our wing
We sing the sweet words and beauty bring
To all who long to be set free
From earthly bonds which limit thee.

Soar high, soar low
There’s miles to go.
But you will have true faith and glory
When you listen to the story.

It’s a tale of love
That does not stop with pain
But with His name
With love upon the lips of all who speak of kindness, truth, and light.


Thanks to Vicki, Bob, and the wonderful people at the Open Doors Classroom for your kindness today and your openness when I shared the first five poems. More to follow … with love.

The Fifth Poem - The Sins of Man

This session had a totally different feel. I sensed a female spirit at first, then I experienced a very clear shift in energy as a male presence that felt very much like a Native American blended with my energy. The words I heard next left no doubt that this was a whole new message. An interpretation from my good friend Lois Anne follows the poem. What's your take?

#5: 16JUL09

Torture, murder, terror, hurt
Betray the love.
Doubt … mistrust … hate are signs
… these come not from above.

The sins of man break bonds
In place since before time began.
These, the mighty tricks of man.

Who knows the answer to the challenge?

Listen.
It comes on winds that blow
So softly you don’t know
They carry signals like the smoke of fires set to tell a story.

Listen.
Whispers like drifting ashes that settle and coat the earth.
But no one stops to wipe the film of dirt and grime
That over time become a stain upon His name.

The tragedy is not the death or squalor.
Not the men who holler,
But the child who lies and cries without a bed to lie and rest
His weary soul and become whole.

The story ends here in the manger.
Who’s the stranger lost along the path with no one there to
Take his hand and offer solace?
This great world is none the wiser,
For the mystery of the land is why the sand drifts here and there
Without a care, yet man his soul can never find without his mind.
It’s there, divine. Sublime.

In time you’ll know the truth.

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An interpretation from my friend, Lois Anne (an English teacher): Wow, Suzanne...Bringing my experience within the "organized church" to this piece, I can't help but see the religious wars within denominations and those between races and countries as "not from above" and "betraying the love." There are basic laws of the universe and the spirit world that man continues to break...even while calling himself "religious."I like the imagery of the "smoke of fires" and "the drifting ashes" which seem to show how easily evil and broken bonds become the "norm" for our world and even the church. Amazing that we can watch the violence of murder and rape on television news and not even cry. Was this always possible? But the real tragedy is the "lost soul" seeking for truth...maybe even within a church or synagogue or mosque...and the truth is never found because he/she has to use his mind to find the soul within. Most often, the creeds and rules of a person's faith will not allow for questions or seeking or thinking. I see the manger as a symbol of the poverty in our world and the struggles and difficulties of our world (which it is biblically, too)...poverty of spirit, too, maybe? The tragedy isn't in the preachers, ministers, wars...but in the person lost and trying to find his way in this world...trying to find peace for his soul. So the manger is also a symbol of comfort maybe? "The story ends here in the manger"...finally, a place to seek refuge? The person "lost along the road with no one to offer solace" is everyman to me or those seeking for "something more."The message of the poem to me is clear.

There are many people here on earth who need to hear your message from the world of spirit...the message that we are all connected...the message of "oneness," and the message of acceptance of many paths to the same God. I see the differing religions as "the stain upon His name" so people turn to atheism with no hope of an afterlife. But...there is hope and "In time you'll know the truth."This is a powerful piece, Suzanne. The beauty of poetry is that it speaks in different ways to different people through its imagery. And much of the Bible is written in verse and poetry. :)

The Fourth Poem - The Answer to the Riddle

Father, mother, all are we in harmony. We seek to find receptive minds to share …

The light that blinds my eyes
It comes not from the skies
‘Tis but a glimpse of love’s great force
That ‘ere the mighty winds that blow
Across the desert with a purpose none can know
‘Til eyes they open wide.
There it’s hiding deep inside
The answer to the riddle: why?

Lo the mighty ocean’s wave
It comes, it goes, it carries on
Forever moving,
Yet it knows that deep within
It’s all the same.

Be brave,
Keep rolling like the wave
Onward, onward t’ward the shore
For there is life forever more.

Blinding light …I close my eyes
Bit still I see its rays
That warm my face and calm my soul
On oh the darkest days.

This light that burns within my soulI tire from its heat
But here’s the message in the light
Go on, live strong, don’t weep.

For all the lessons you will find
The greatest one is this:
God’s great beauty lies within
‘Tis nothing short of bliss.

Oh Greatness, lead me t’ward the sun
I need your light, your strength.
The soul is soft, my body weak
In you I fly great lengths.

The beauty that’s inside of you
Has nothing to compare
For never will a sparrow fall
That God’s not there to care.

The Third Poem - The Divinity of the Soul

This, in my opinion, is the most beautiful poem so far. The rhythm and rhyming and the overall feel is totally different. The process of receiving the words was the same (see the entry: "The Poetry Begins")

Please feel free to leave your comments and interpretations.

14JUL09

Foremost in our minds we share the words…
Every tree that grows is sacred.
Every branch a piece of the whole.
For in this world the heart is naked
Without the divinity of the soul.

Hear, oh blessed children, these
Our words which speak of hope
For all within His keep.
Kiss the sky, the earth, the dew
It’s all the same form when it’s new.

Certain as the sun will rise to bathe the earth
Free your hearts of pain and laugh with joy and mirth.
For there is little need for sorrow
Never fear the morrow
For God will light the way.

Blessed are we all this day
For we can bow our heads and pray
To give our thanks for life and love
That lives within and also above.

Try to see the glory
In the dawn.
Fix your eyes to see the fawn
And all the creatures of the earth
Who give to us from birth
The signs that heaven’s here where WE are
Not some far off cloud or star

Certain as the sun will rise
Sure as clouds fill up the skies
The heaven that we long to find
Is here within our very mind.
It’s there for those who stop and listen

For us the noise of life it
Fills our heads with strife
When on the star doth glisten
Light reflected in our thought
Of kindness truth and love.

Glory! Glory! Tell the story,
Never let it die.
That there is life beyond this earth
For all - for you and I.

See the life forever after
Know that it is real.
For you are meant to carry on
And do your best to heal
The pain of those who know not yet
These truths we carry forward.

Carry not your troubles far
Keep them there, held close at heart
The fact is that they play a part
Of greater things which you know not.
A bigger picture… grand’s the plot.
A tiny fraction you do see
Of God’s impressive majesty.
But as your soul progresses further
More’s the truth you learn.

The Second Poem - What's the Rush?

Okay, we're on to something here ... I sat down this morning to meditate, hoping I would have a similar experience as yesterday. They didn't let me down. Once again, the words flowed. The following is exactly as it came out. No re-writes. No long pauses, because there was no need to think. In fact, the few times I DID think, the flow stopped. Again, all of this in just a few minutes time... (Note that some of the very poetic words at the end are words that COMMANDER Giesemann would NEVER write in HER poetry!!!) :-) All the more evidential to me...

MY THOUGHTS: Once again, as I was taking the notes I thought that this was “stupid” – that it would sound contrived. I was shocked when I opened my eyes and saw how many pages I’d filled. Then, when I transcribed it onto the laptop I got goose bumps. Reading it as a whole, I know I didn’t do this.
The message I take from this today is to not ask the questions. To let them tell me what they want me to know. And yes, I hear them: take it easy. We have lots of time. Awesome. Simply awesome.My question at the start: What would you like me to share with the audience at the Open Doors classroom this Saturday? (I tried setting my laptop in my lap, but felt rushed. My fingers were twitching like crazy.)

Do not worry the words will come.
We will not stop ‘til our work is done
For on this day we start anew
The information we’ll give to you.

This is a method that works well for us.
In us you have full faith and trust.
Blessed is he who knows the truth
Of light and love and … (Here I felt as if my rational mind was grasping for a word)

Get your thoughts out of the way
It’s ours to speak to you today.
Hurry, hurry … don’t you worry
We have the time, no need to scurry.

For this is wisdom that’s meant to share
There’s time for all. Just don’t you care.

I SWITCH NOW TO PEN AND PAPER (Typing instead of writing didn’t feel right). I asked: “What can I tell people about the topic that we’re all spiritual beings now?”

As spirit beings you’re free to fly
The love inside you tells you why
For this is sacred work you do
It’s out of love we come to you

Fear not that words will leave you dry
We have the time, no need to try.
We’re glad you took the time to know us
Slow down, fear not, don’t order: “show us”

So here’s the story, write it down
You have a history as a clown
You laugh and cry and share a drink
No time to stop to care or think

But in the silence, that’s the place
To find the truth in quiet space.
The need to stop and spend some time
Is what will send you … (hit a wall here)

Feel the love within your heart
That’s the place you need to start.
To know that all are made of this
The spirit’s what will bring you bliss.

Never doubt that we are here
Think of us and we’ll draw near
For this is what we’ve come to do
To share our thoughts with all of you.

Write them down as fast you will
There’s more to come, more wisdom still.
For this our work has just begun
Relax, breathe deep and have some fun

Don’t worry that the thoughts are yours
It’s ours to put the song to verse
For now take leave, we bid farewell
There’s time for more, you’ll do quite well.

You laugh because we talk with mirth
No need for dourness in our work

We’ll give you what you need to know
Relax, slow down, let’s take it slow.
Don’t ask – we’ll tell you when time is right
No need to stay up half the night

Dear one, we’ll never leave you worry
Slow down, relax, there is no hurry
No lack of knowledge do we bring
Rejoice, it’s you our praises will sing

For this is sacred work indeed
To come to those in need
With words of love and truth and beauty
This we say is your new duty

Take a pen and write the prose
That’s sweet and fragrant like a rose
For nothing is as sweet as love
That comes and settles like a dove
To softly whisper in the ear
Hear me, darling, I am near.

For God is not on clouds above
It’s in your heart – pure, simple love
Go inside to find this treasure
Nothing brings us greater pleasure
To know you’ve found the truth of life
That love is what will make things right.

The First Poem

Please read the entry entitled "The Poetry Begins" before reading this poem.

The following poem is verbatim what I wrote on my notepaper, except that for this transcription I have added punctuation and formatting. In a light altered state, I wrote the words that I heard in my mind with eyes closed after asking the questions: "What can you tell me about the subject of "judgement" and what guidance do you have for my spiritual workshop this coming Saturday?

Here is the answer from the spirit world, written in less than 10 minutes in a solid stream with no corrections:

As above, so below
You reap what you sow.
So in times of trouble, dear
Hold onto faith, for help is near.

We come to you in troubled times,
The hope of many rests in thine.
For this we say is yours to keep
The lessons you’ve sown you will to reap.

Judge not others, but of yourself be the judge.

You, in your heart, know the truth:
Happiness is earned;
Let others not be spurned.

The poet is within. We all are one.

Go forth with our blessing…

Trust that we are watching and guiding, and will not let you fail.

(I then wrote: “Lightheaded/quickening. Yes, signs of our presence. Not channeling, but blending”)…

Yes, prepare,
But speak with confidence if you dare.
Ours is to leave you without care.
Such a gift is very rare.

From love we come, it’s in your genes.
You have the talent, we the means.
Rest in peace, assured of light.
With us beside you, you’ll soar in flight.

The world is ready for these your words.
They wait and listen with wings like birds.
For ours is yours and yours is ours.
Such is the greatness of the Great Spirit’s powers.

Blessed are all who know these truths.
Shout it, blast it, from the roofs.
Be our voice, we work with you.
We come to speak of beauty true.

Divine is the light of which we speak.
Beauty lies in the watch we keep.
Speak of love, speak of beauty …
This, my dear, is your great duty.

We love you and hold you in our keep.
Go forth and trust that you can speak.
With this we leave you this blessed day.
Come back to us and together we’ll pray.

For we are here; at your side we wait.
It’s with great hope we anticipate
The truths you’ll carry to those who listen
The truths of God on your words will glisten.

Go now and rest for there’s work to do.
We have great love and trust in you.
You have our blessing. In you we’re proud.
Take our wisdom and shout it loud.

We love you all. For this we’ve come.
There is no rest ‘til the Spirit’s work is done.

The Poetry Begins

On Saturday, July 11th, I gave a workshop at the Angels by the Sea gift shop in Plymouth, MA. Afterwards, shop owner Nancy Gratta asked me to have a seat so she could share something with me. Nancy told me that during my presentation, her spirit guides had told her that I would be given guidance that I needed for an upcoming workshop during my meditation in the coming week. She also told me that I would be given answers to a question one of the workshop participants had asked about "judgment." Nancy didn’t know what the guidance would be, but she said it would be a beautiful experience and she was happy and excited for me. She advised me to sit in meditation as I always do and ask for that understanding.
My mediumship mentor -- one of the best mediums I know -- had been telling me for the past month to have pen and paper nearby as I meditated. She told me that I would be doing automatic writing. I asked if the spirits would move my pen or if I’d just hear their words and write them down. She said it would be the latter, but that I’d know they weren’t my words. I tried this a few times, and twice had some wonderful thoughts come to me, but always I felt doubts that these were my own thoughts and not the words of spirit.
On July 12th, 2009, I sat and meditated and asked for my guides to blend with me. Before I sat in my regular meditation space in the aft cabin of our sailboat Liberty, I placed a notebook and pen on the desk before me. I felt very lightheaded and knew from recent experiences that there was a presence with me. Now in a light altered state, I thanked the spirits who had come, then I asked my question about judgment and asked them what understanding and guidance they had for me for my spiritual presentation this coming Saturday. I suddenly felt the need to pick up the paper. I placed it in my lap and wrote a few words. Within seconds, words started flowing. After a few sentences, I noticed that the words were rhyming. I felt surprise and slight elation, for the lines had real rhythm and rhyme, yet they were coming to me without my thinking. They came so quickly that I didn’t have time to THINK – I just kept writing and realized, “They’ve sent me a poet!”
I could sense when I was near the bottom of a page and just kept filling page after page without opening my eyes. I could tell as I wrote each line that it made sense and that it rhymed, but I had no sense of the words as a whole. I intuitively knew when they had finished, so I laid down the pen. And then I sat there and cried. I hadn’t even read the words, yet I knew they were special. I knew I hadn’t written them from my conscious mind. It had taken no more than ten minutes to write all the words, and I could not have done that by myself.
I took the paper to my husband, Ty, who had been in the forward cabin of our boat. He was concerned because he'd heard my crying. I told him what had happened, then read the poem aloud, in its entirety, for the first time for either of us. As I read line after line and realized that they formed a beautiful message, I sobbed more and more from the enormity of the words and the experience. Ty -- who is normally very stoic -- was crying, too, for there was no denying that what I had just experienced was nothing short of miraculous.
With awe at the wisdom and creativity of the spirit world, I realized that if I had simply written words or thoughts, I would not have had the evidence I or others needed that the words truly came from a live, intelligent spirit world. Instead, they sent me a poet who wrote in words I would never have chosen myself and they answered my exact two questions (about judgment and about guidance for my upcoming speaking).
The next day I could hardly wait to try again. I closed my eyes and slowly entered into the same light altered state of meditation that I had trained myself to do. Just as the day before my right index finger began to twitch and I felt the presence of spirits. I picked up the pen and paper -- still with eyes closed -- and waited for the words to come. When they did, I had a repeat experience of the day before. As I wrote, I thought, "This isn't going to make any sense." I tried to keep my rational mind out of it and paid no attention to what my hand was writing. Poem #2 had a new and interesting message for me: Slow down .... we have plenty of time for this. The feeling of the poem was almost playful, and once again, the words were definitely not my own.
Subsequent days revealed new rhythmic styles, new ways of rhyming, new messages, and different spirits giving me the words. I shared the poems each day with close friends and family members who know me well enough to know that I would never make up these things, and that I could never write poetry like this - especially non-stop, with eyes closed, with no re-writes, and always in less than 20 minutes each. My mother's words echoed my own thoughts: "Suzy, there's no WAY you wrote those words." This, from a woman who previously denied the presence of a spirit world and the possibility of life after death.
I feel compelled to share these poems and their beautiful messages with a greater audience than just my circle of like-minded friends. Those who know me, will know that I am not the true source of these words. Those who don't can make up their own minds. The poems, from the spirit world tell their own messages. Please enjoy them and feel free to give your own interpretation of the messages and how each poem affected you as you read it.