Motivated By Spirit

The road to compassion was long. It contained many conversations with my soul. There were long hours of meditation in order for me to absorb and integrate the information and wisdom from those conversations. Every soul incarnating on this plane of existence does so with a specific purpose. That purpose leads the human to behave in certain ways and have particular proclivities that is understandable only if the soul's purpose was known to the casual observer. The bribing pedophile next door had a specific purpose which drew him to children. He loved children intensely. However, being human, he equated love with sexual pleasure.  Sadly, this drew him away from the intent of his incarnation. He came into incarnation with the intention of telling celestial stories to the children he drew to himself. This would assist them in opening to new and enriching experiences thereby elevating their consciousness. The reason for his story telling was to prepare the generation after his to be the

  SIX YELLOW LEAVES Six Yellow Leaves Fluttering in the Autum's breeze Glinting in the sunlight Shinning for all to see Six yellow leaves Saying goodby to summer's heat No moaning nor defending The life force now receding into winter's long sleep Awaiting the awakening Spring's joy will reveal As they fall into the ground to nourish the dormant seeds of a new day's dawn Six yellow leaves swaying on branch bare Holding with deep grace The cycle's yearnings to return The never ending Upwardly spiraling pace of grace.

  I was ascending the stairs of the town house in which I lived when I felt it the unmistakable pulsing of the abscess's appearance. Tears streamed down my face, and I said aloud, "Not again, I can't take another one." My soul answered in a voice I had come to understand was the voice of wisdom and guidance. "When did you have the first one?" I answered the calm voice in my head with my rational everyday voice and again out loud. "At the end of my first year of secondary school." " What happened in that same time?" "I changed my name." "Why did you change your name?" "Joyce was the one who allowed the old man next door to do the things to her vagina and she was guilty and nasty. She accepted his bribe of those shinny shillings with which she bought treats for herself. She was not worthy of being in secondary school and moving up in the world; most of all she should be ashamed of herself" "That guilt and

  Six Yellow Leaves Six yellow leaves Fluttering in the Autum's breeze Glinting in the sunlight Shinning for all to see Six yellow leaves Saying goodby to summer's heat No moaning nor defending The life force now receding into winter's long sleep Awaiting the awakening Spring's joy will reveal As they fall into the ground to nourish the dormant seeds of a new day's dawn Six yellow leaves swaying on branch bare Holding with deep grace The cycle's yearnings to return The never ending Upwardly spiraling pace of grace.

( Epoch - a period of time marked by notable event s)  My life has evolved in thirty years epochs, that is how it appears when I review how my present is unfolding. The first question was, why the eliminated colon cancer revived itself and roam around in my body as if it was the owner of my body?  After, I told the cancer it is not welcomed into the body I created for myself and it should get out, the thought came that it is fifteen years since it was first evicted; that is half an epoch of my current incarnation story  The first thirty years begun at age fifteen, the year I entered secondary school. In elementary school I was known as Joyce Smith and upon registering for secondary I asked to be known as Cecelia choosing to be known by my middle name.  That was good for my new school mates and teachers but not my family and   community who insisted on using the name by which they had always known me.  I fought this with every emotional weapon I could muster, as being called Joyce was a