MESSAGE TO MY SISTERS by Grace Gabriella Puskas

We all go through darkness, trials: lessons to learn from…

Hopefully, we draw these lessons from darkness and integrate their messages and deeper meanings into our lives. We are individuals, yet we are One; a collective. I believe that consciousness is a shared dream and wounds run deep, yet we have the power within us to not only reclaim our divinity, our unconditional love, healing and forgiveness for ourselves, but to reflect this out to others. This poem is such a reflection: a message of strength, a message of our magic, and a message of love.

Message to My Sisters

by Grace Gabriella Puskas

Sister of this Earth,

remember your divinity and your true worth.

Awaken your inner goddess,

reclaim your power and be honest

with your true heart’s desire.

Allow the burning of the fire

that is deep within your psyche...

You are an independent creature of the night,

so allow the moon’s magic to be your guide.

Raise the serpent energy that resides,

engage in activities and never compromise

the perfection that is your nature.

Be the healer and creator…

Be the friend and be the lover,

be the compassionate caring mother.

Show child and man how to truly accept

through unconditional love, affection, joy and wit.

Be a role model of peace and take care of your soul,

remember your role here for helping this world.

You are the divine incarnation of the spirit of Mother Earth.

You are brave and selfless for choosing to incarnate as a girl,

for your pain runs deep, like the mighty tree's roots.

Memories of suffering are shared through the connection of truth,

the spirals of subconscious bringing pain to your youth

yet for this great sacrifice, eternal love is now given to you.

So Thank you, dear sister, for assisting with karmic healing.

Remember always to remain true to your senses, intuition

and inner feeling,

no matter how false minds judge or wrongfully perceive

things.

Your intention is all that matters in the real world of unity.

Realize your essence, share your truth, and empower your

community.

Please, dear sister, brighten the world with your light.

Inspire hearts through your song... you truly are beauty

divine.

Grace Gabriella Puskas: When I started meditating on a daily basis and felt most in tune with the natural world, I asked myself; ''If I could do anything, what would I do?'' Music and healing. It was this deep knowing that this is where I should focus my energy and time to feel joyous and at peace. Even to this day, whenever I feel a bit low, I consciously say to myself- 'music and healing, music and healing.' It's a lovely reminder and mantra. To me, language itself is a form of music as everything is frequency, vibration; hence why I express myself poetically. We are living in a 'uni-verse' after all. I love sharing! In addition to spending much time healing myself and others through reiki and shamanic practices, I also enjoy performing my poetry at events, festivals, community gatherings, schools, and where ever my wondering feet may guide me. I have had articles on various themes such as music, consciousness, meditation, shamanism, sound healing, meditation and creativity published in More To Life, Kindred Spirit and Watkins Mind Body Spirit magazines. If anyone would like any poetic writings for specific themes, please do not hesitate to drop me a line. Witness my creative journey on my website here or on Facebook here.

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