The poem … ‘I Had A Dream’

Yesterday I posted a ‘Prelude’ to this poem to give you a sense of how it came to be, the feeling of power,magic, and yes perhaps even destiny, that wove round its coming into form. Here is the poem itself. It is very long so do hang in there. Thanks!

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I HAD A DREAM…                                      By:  Aliana Alani – updated ©2016

I had a dream on a wayward night when the moon was riding high.
A dream of the future once hidden so deep, now crying out to arrive.
A dream with a voice, a dream with a name, a dream with a purpose true.
A dream that grabbed me by the heart and begged me to see it through.

The dream spoke of a land, full and rich, steeped in the power of words.
Where voices whispered in morning mist and councils longed to be heard.
Where the earth was ancient and the song was of old, its colors royal too.
Where legends lived and prayers could be heard locked in the morning dew.

It spoke of a time when the world was right and the island knew its name.
When keys were forged in the glistening light of a golden destined flame.
Buried they were in the depths of the earth beyond terror and human sight.
Beyond evil hands and evil thoughts and intruders come to dig in the night.

For it was known then by those who could see between the sleeves of time
That hungry men would stretch their hands across the water’s broad line.
They would stretch and claw and grab for themselves pieces of the soil.
The land would burn, the land would bleed, and men would know only toil.

And all that was holy, all that was pure, would drown midst a sorrowful cry.
The power of the day would run for the dark, its magic now needing to hide.
Men’s spirits would live in the midst of night’s hue serenading a somber song
And all that was free, unfettered and true, would seem lost in a captor’s bonds.

The seed would be sent to foreign lands with young stomachs yet to be filled.
Such worlds appeared new, wild and alive; still the heart could not be stilled.
It longed for the green, it longed for the mist, it longed for those hidden keys
That called from the depths of that deep dark earth and promised a spirit free.

There would come a time when the world itself did not know which way to turn.
It would look to the left, it would look to the right, its lessons still not learned.
The seers knew such a time as that would wash harsh o’er the souls of this earth.
It would toss them and turn them, it would tumble them round, all before the birth.

They knew those keys would be needed then, so potent with life was their door.
Each encased in a golden light so pure, its spark took one straight to the core.
There would be no denying the power of its flame, no denying the power of truth,
No denying the light that would soon emerge, its flag flying o’er all of the earth.

It would come from an island once lost in pain, an island of war and of strife.
It would come from a place ancient yet new that oft seemed to have little life.
It would tear at the heart, sing to each soul, it would open doors so long bound.
It would call to the day, it would call to the night, it would call to the table round.

The island would live, the island would breathe, the island would claim its place.
From the north to the south, the east to the west, its spirit cast in lasting grace.
Its song would circle a troubled world, a loving voice long destined to be heard.
A white dove would fly from a hilltop high, and the dream would now emerge.

And those who had sat on that still dark night when the keys were buried deep
Who had watched them sink within rich moist soil, their secrets there to keep,
Whose hearts were etched in the print of the plan, fired within a golden mold,
Would be called from far, would be called from wide, their stories to be told.

They would place their print in the palm of the plan, the heart’s song to be sung.
The earth would tremble, the soil would shift, and the birthing would have begun.
Then the ghosts of the past meet the spirits of the day, awash in a glow of light
And that which was sorrow, that which was pain, is dissolved by a higher might.

Soon a love song is sung through emerald rain, a song so full and so strong.
Its call can be heard through forests and fears, through hatreds and rivers long.
It’s a song we long for, a song held in our hearts, a song the world needs to hear
Brought from an island long known for words, sacred and destined and clear.

I had such a dream on a wayward night when the moon was riding high.
A dream of a future once hidden so deep whose time had finally arrived.
A dream with a voice, a dream with a name, a dream with a purpose true.
A dream that grabbed me by the heart and begged me to see it through.

                           Aliana Alani © 2016

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 …for the heart song of Ireland

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Here we go again. It seems to be a week of watching shining lights dash into the heavens.

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Alan Rickman was, to me, a quintessential actor, capable of casting his talent like a magical net upon the story waters. He was a gem, often delightfully deliciously devious or melancholic in his roles. He could pull you into the core of a story, often with such subtlety, that you didn’t know it had happened till the end when you popped out through that looking glass and realized you’d been taken on one hell of a ride. You couldn’t help but love him. His knowledge of his craft shone brightly in everything he did.

There are certain roles, certain films, one simply cannot picture without him. And so it goes to say, he will be sorely missed.

Rest easy, Alan, and enjoy those stars. And thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

The Time for Love

© Aliana Alani 2015

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This one’s a bit long so hang in there with me.

MANY YEARS AGO in what I now lovingly call ‘The Days of White’ when I was, in my own small way, everyone’s little guru dressed constantly in white speaking of the awakening of humanity to its divinity, I remember sharing an insight, a peek-into-the-future if you will.  We were discussing the evolution of the world, where it might go, and what our part was in it. I remember saying to these beautiful souls who were with me at the time, many of whom could not envision that awakening to divinity might ever include hardship – Be prepared for the possibility that there may come a time when each of us in this world will be asked to share with others without question, even to the point of sharing your only loaf of bread if that is the state you find yourself in at the time. Why? Put simply, because you have the bread and they do not. Why else? Because they are part of your human family. Why again? Because it will be one of your greatest opportunities to know, without measure, exactly who you are.

AND WHO ARE YOU? You are unlimited, eternal, everlasting love. And that is what you will have the chance to give – through the offering of bread, of hope, of rest, married with the divine love in your heart.

SO HERE WE ARE so many years later and it seems to me those days are upon us. Refugees pour from Syria into Europe. They are one group of many in this world seeking a better way or a safe place to live, to eat, to raise their children. Often they come with nothing except a longing to be out of devastation and into the light of possibility.

HOW DO WE SEE THEM and what do we do? Where are our hearts? As one refugee recently said, “Where is the world’s humanity?”  It was this statement that brought me back to those earlier days and hence this chat with you today.

THERE IS AN AVERSION to looking at the devastation in our world. Partly because it scares us – if it can happen to them, perhaps it will happen to me.  Partly because somewhere in it all it asks something of us, and that scares us too. ‘If I give you part of what I have, will there be enough left?’ And partly, for some, because we think that if we look too closely at what is going wrong, we will help manifest it. This is quantum physics, the law of attraction, and there is truth to it.

BUT IF WE PUSH THE SUFFERING ASIDE, if we block it from view, we run the risk of judging its story and those who are a part of it. Nestled within judgment, there is always a modicum of fear, which carries its own ‘attractor’ energy, often sending us into yet another swirl. And if we judge, we are still dancing the dance of duality – this is good, that is bad. It is a dance that does not ultimately bring us home to the centre of all that is – to Love.

SO HOW CAN WE LOOK at those who are suffering, how can we help, and stay true to our path of the positive? The word, Compassion, immediately comes to mind; that and a constant awareness that we are abundant in love because it is our natural state. Carry within the awareness that you are an overflowing vessel of love that knows no limits, know it to be true, and respond from there.

THERE IS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD before us. The garden, the kingdom, whatever you want to call it, is here and now. But to have eyes to see and ears to hear, we must have an open heart. We must love without measure. And we must dare to see everything and everyone in this world as the love they truly are.

OUR WORLD IS THIRSTING FOR LOVE. We are parched to the deserts and beyond with a longing and a calling for love. Look at the eyes of these children and you will see a call for love. Look in the mirror and you will find that same call. It is everywhere. It does not matter how wealthy we appear to be or how bereft. The call for love transcends everything.

SO THE TIME FOR LOVE TRULY IS NOW. Your opportunity to gift that love will come in many forms. Judge them not, for each time you open your heart and share the pure love within, you will grow and flower and blossom. And so will our world.

Namaste and Aloha.

This is for you…

I’ve had 22shangrila up and running for awhile now. Some of you have been following here since the beginning; others are new, or at least newer. Some click ‘like’ having found something in that moment that speaks to you and then you are gone into the internet mist, never to be heard from again. Some come back. Some choose to hang around.

To all of you, I want to say – THANK YOU!

Thank you for being touched by something in this site, whether that be poetry, an article, or some of the other work I do. Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for choosing to follow to see what else might show up here.

The purpose of 22shangrila has always been to communicate – to speak to the language of the heart in us all, no matter the form or moment – but especially through the power of word, image, and story. And of course to let you know what I’m doing.

I’m not the best at answering, or for that matter at clicking ‘follow’ to your sites when you come to mine. Apologies. The intention is often there. I do take a look at what you’re doing if you click ‘like’ on mine, and I often say to myself, ‘I must make a comment, a thank you, an I-like-your-work-too’. But then the moment goes, the phone rings, the muse calls, and my best intentions fly off into the winds. I’ll try to get better at that.

After all, we are a community of world storytellers, are we not? Mystics in the making, perhaps. Poets abounding. Weaving new visions and thoughts that, yes, could quite possibly change our world for the better. And we all matter.

So here’s to you – all of you  – may every day in your life flourish with harmony, balance, and love. May you weave the most scrumptious tales ever, whether they be in word, image, or sound! And may they dance in our world like magic calling us home.

I hope you’ll hang around. If it feels right, send a comment note or an email (I will answer those) and tell me what you’re doing to help this world be a kinder happier place.

And again – THANK YOU!

Aliana

Happy St Patrick’s Day

 

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Today has become a celebration of green beer, green rivers, green ties, green clothes and a touch of Riverdance. It is also a day where we send Irish blessings across the world as if we were Irish, whether we are or we are not. It is a day when we celebrate – The Green.

And it is a day where some hope that as we cast that bit of fairy dust across the skies, it will kiss our lives with joy and bless our hearts.

Every country, every land, carries within its journey blessings and sorrows, gifts and challenges, things to be remembered and things to be let go of. Ireland is no exception but what it also carries (and I say this from having lived there) is a song of story and of heart so deep, and yes sometimes so clear, that it could crack wide the realm of memory and bring us home to what is true – if only we would let it.

It is the home of the poet, the mystic, the minstrel. The weave and fabric of its word and story can linger with you no matter where you travel, how far, nor for how long. Somehow, strangely, you find yourself still breathing its slow air.

Happy Paddy’s Day Everyone. May the sun always shine on your days and may the tale of your life be blessed with a delicious dose of magic and a cup overflowing with love.shamrock

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Thank you Leonard for all the magical cinema moments and memories – of what’s possible in the skies and what’s possible here on earth – for that wonderful phrase ‘Live long & prosper’ which might just be a terrific mantra for us all – and for your incredible contribution to the Griffith Observatory, a special place in itself.

Your final tweet about life being like a garden could echo a chord within all our hearts.

Bless you, Leonard Nimoy, in this your gentle journey to the stars.

In The Realm of Sky

I mentioned last month that I would be taking the pdf of In The Realm of Sky off the site. It took a little longer to get around to than anticipated due to some unexpected developments in my life (more on that later, maybe). So today is the day.

I truly hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it, and I hope you have enjoyed receiving it free-of-charge.  To me, it is a magical story.

Until a print book copy is done (hopefully late this year), the pdf of the story will still be available upon request, but for a small fee. Just email me at 22shangrila.com or leave a comment/request below if you haven’t read In The Realm of Sky and want to.

I’ll be keeping a wee info page regarding the story on the site so that anyone can check it out at their leisure.

Wishing you a heart-filled delicious day!

There goes another angel – flying high into those wild beautiful skies – or maybe to some faraway realm. Mork would probably have liked that.

robin williamsThe mad zany wonderful world that was ROBIN WILLIAMS. 

REST IN PEACE, ROBIN

You are pure genius and you will be profoundly missed. 

May you be wrapped in love as you make this journey beyond our world, just as you so often wrapped us in laughter, and yes sometimes tears.

You and your talent were a gift to us and we are grateful.

Coming to you soon – IN THE REALM OF SKY

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Stories can be funny things. Sometimes you struggle to hear them. Sometimes they will call at you until you answer. IN THE REALM OF SKY was one of those. Its first words came like a waterfall. I had no idea what the story was going to be about, nor its primary form, only that it desired to be shared and would not leave me be.

Until last year, I didn’t write children’s stories. So I didn’t know this would be one. It is a sweet small poignant tale that any of us, young or older, can appreciate. Its message is universal. And it wants to be shared. Recently it seemed important to do just that.

So I am making this little book available to you all, at the moment free-of-charge, in pdf format. You are welcome to read it and to download it (changing it in any way is not an option). I am hopeful that sometime soon there will be money to make it available in print form as well. For now, this will do.

It will be available soon here on my web blog – http://www.22shangrila.com (look for the page marked IN THE REALM OF SKY) – and from me personally via email – aliana@22shangrila.com.

IN THE REALM OF SKY is meant to be shared with the world, so please let others know about it.imagine

If this story touches your heart, I’d love to hear from you, and if you would like to contribute to it or future stories of mine coming to you this way, please feel free to click on the PayPal Donate button on my blog at http://www.22shangrila.com. All donations are gratefully received.

Blessings and Aloha to you all!

Aliana

Exploring The Possible … Through the Power of Story

I recently created a Group Page on Facebook called – Exploring the Possible … Through the Power of Story. It has been created to provide a place for people to share their stories and visions of a world of harmony & love, with the idea that in doing so, we and our world can blossom. The article that explains it all is below. You do have to ask to be a member but otherwise it’s an open site, so when you have time, go to the Group Page, take a look and see if it’s for you.

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THIS GROUP IS FOR ANYONE TRULY INTERESTED IN ENVISIONING & LIVING IN A WORLD OF HARMONY & LOVE – HERE & NOW

…The group has been started by ALIANA ALANI

 THROUGH THE POWER OF STORY…

                EVERYTHING IN LIFE IS A STORY. The stories we tell ourselves. The ones we tell each other. The ones we tell our world. Story is how we define the inner and outer of our lives, and it is how we choose to change – from an old story that no longer serves us into a new story of who we want to become.

COLLECTIVELY THESE STORIES become our histories, myths and legends. They waft through the annals of time to a later date where you or I read about them, ponder, and are often enlightened. They are the jewels in the treasure chest of life. They can also be those pesky chains that bind us to the past.

STORY COMES IN MANY FORMS – through the power of imagination and intent, it can take shape via word, sound, and visual – think book, blog, film, video, YouTube, theatre, photography, painting, illustration, speaking, singing, rapping, slam poetry, and of course music.

This is where you and I come in.

 

THE STORY OF A WORLD OF HARMONY & LOVE:

                FOR CENTURIES PEOPLE have spoken of a land of milk and honey; a place resplendent with harmony, love, and abundance. Whether envisioned through the eyes of a poet or storyteller, philosopher, mystic or messiah, it is ever etched within the fabric of the collective mind and heart of we, the people of planet earth.

                THIS LAND OF POSSIBILITY has over time been gifted many names. Some call it Shangri-La or Shamballa, some The Land of The Blessed, some Paradise, and many, The Garden of Eden. And though the dynamics within may vary, the essence of all these stories remains the same. In it, we are in tune with our inner spirit, at one with our hearts, in balance with mind and body, and at peace with all in the world which we inhabit. In it, we effortlessly flourish in a magnificent manifestation of the celebration of life. I call this place, The Garden.                   And in my heart, I know it already exists.

So here’s the opportunity – and I’m hoping you’ll want to come onboard.

 

WHAT IF WE EACH TAKE THE TIME to envision what The Garden looks like to us? How we feel in it and how we act in it? What if we tell a story about that in whatever form feels right? What if we share that story – here, now?

BY DOING IT, we shine a light on it in our hearts. By sharing it, we shine a light on it in our world.

IMAGINE – your story calling out a song to someone else’s – maybe you’re in North America, maybe they are in India, maybe Bali or Hawaii, Australia or New Zealand, Europe or Asia, Africa or the Middle East – maybe the story sounds similar, maybe even the same. IMAGINE – the power of love in that.

SO WHETHER YOU WRITE a poem, a short story, a song; whether you put something on YouTube and link it here; whether you do a painting or a series of photographs; whether you do an improv session at your school or local theatre and film it for us to see; whether you do it as a group or by yourself – whatever wonderful form you choose to take – take the time to tell us your story, your vision, your dream of a world of harmony and balance, love and prosperity – here and now.

HELP THE VISION GROW. The crazy thing is, if you tell it often enough, you’ll end up living it. Think where we’ll all be then.

 

JOIN THE VISION – CREATE THE MAGIC – SHINE A LIGHT

…and remember, this is a place for sharing positive loving stories … nothing less will do

ALOHA … and thank you,  ALIANA