And still I rise

We focus our attention on the universal mind, heart and soul of all creation. In this state of oneness, we speak to all beings engaged in war, battle, hostility, aggression, all manner of action that causes harm to another: “In the name, love, wisdom and power of the I THAT IA AM, I say, STOP THIS NOW! Turn to your Higher Self and be guided by right thought and right action.”

The Moon and Saturn are in Libra today. This alignment has the potential to cool our emotions or to offer a balance in our relationships. Fair mindedness – a fair and just heart will win Chronos over every time.

It’s a number six day and this energy is perfect for commitment and responsibility. Yesterday was a rough and tumble day of changes and I felt them to the core of my being.

Death is the changer – one painful door slams shut and the Fool opens another. The Emperor counsels the wounded ones; there; there the torment has now passed.

I’ve written pages of “private” notes this morning as the sun kisses my window pane. I cannot publish them to the world instead I’ll offer them to my sacred truth.

This journal is a testament of my life in this earth school. All I can say, is the poem below offers solace to a tormented soul during a sleepless night.

In closing, I confess that I protect my inner life from the opinions of others. I know that in order to create good luck in my life; its often best to keep silent about my innermost dreams and intentions. I simply let my vision unfold naturally.

So Be It.

Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Still I Rise – Maya Angelou http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/

Still I Rise



You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.