Forget not…

Alright you Shining Lights, you makers of dreams, you daring souls who appreciate the slightly different  – THIS IS FOR YOU.

Four more months. That’s it. After December 31st, 2017, there will be NO MORE personal commissioned templates – at least through me. To those of you who don’t know me, this might sound like an oh well kind of thing, a would have been nice but there you go, no big deal. But trust me, after doing these for people in different parts of the world for well over 25 years now (My God, has it been that long?!) and watching the positive growth/change these can bring, it’s a pretty big deal.Gateway to the Heart

So ponder, yes. Think about it, for sure. Listen to your heart. If your heart says YES, then act. Don’t wait. Time flies these days. And templates, at least the big Master ones (which you just might want to get), take awhile to do.

To read more about them, click here  Sacred Geometry to go to the Sacred Geometry page.

Have a bliss-filled peaceful harmonious day!

 

 

 

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And what is left…

By: Aliana Alani ©2016

 

And so it is that friendships
come and go.
And memories that seemed etched in time
begin to fade.

The imports of a life no longer
weave their spells.
Their words and thoughts no longer
holding sway.

And what is left is to the
alchemist pure gold.
A plot of heaven midst a field
of fertile light.

One solitary note. One single chord.
Echoing throughout the endless
chambers of the
Eternal heart.

Okay Folks…

single red rose 3TOMORROW IS SUNDAY … so be daring, start early, grab that glorious radiant gold ring of love, wrap it like a soft blanket around your heart, and – SHINE, SHINE, SHINE.

WHY? Because you’re needed. WHY ELSE? Because it’s who you are!

HELP LIGHT THE WORLD WITH LOVE.

 

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Remember

Love is the answer.

Always has been.            Always will be.

Go on now…

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HAVE A LOVE-FILLED SUNDAY and enjoy every moment of it. Dance under the trees. Kiss the one you love. Remember something wonderful that you always wanted to do, and do it. Let the song of love gently emanate from your heart, that the whole world may hear its call and in hearing it, slowly, softly, move in harmony with it.

Imagine that.

Let’s make Sunday a Day of Love

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Last week I put up a new page here called, WILL YOU JOIN ME? It was, and is, a call to come home to love. Ultimately, it is a call to come home to it every minute of every day – to return to the heart within, divine and everlasting, and live from there.

But for the moment, till we get used to becoming the emanation of the high and beautiful frequencies of such a love and how that might transform our lives, this is a call to spend every Sunday, all Sunday, in the focus and energy of pure love – unconditional, kind, compassionate, and gentle – for ourselves and for our world.

There’s a bit more to the call to MAKE SUNDAY A DAY OF LOVE so do go and take a look. You’ll find the page heading WILL YOU JOIN ME? above, alongside the other page headings. Click on it and take a read. It’s long so hang in there. And there are Share buttons. Please use them. The more people who choose to MAKE SUNDAY A DAY OF LOVE, the better.

Let’s return home to the love we all truly are – a love that passes understanding – a love unconditional and endless – a love that permeates every atom of our beings – a love that heals, empowers, and helps everything flourish in the resonance of love. Please join me.

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Remember –

Love is the answer.

Always has been.      Always will be.

 

Thoughts to ponder…

 

COMING HOME TO LOVE                     Aliana Alani ©2016

 

As a world community and as a species, we stand on the precipice of loving. To dive deep into the ocean of love or to linger at its edges becomes the question. It is a question that often feels perennial, for we have been here before. We have danced its dance, fluttered its wings of possibility, even dipped our toes into its serene waters, and then, except for a few, retreated back to the comfort zones of what is commonly called, the norm.

Prophets and messiahs over the ages have all spoken to the essence and power of love. Sometimes we have listened. But more often than not, we have morphed and crafted those gifts of knowing into forms that suit our desires and agendas of the time. We have chosen to take the small road, the droplets rather than the ocean.

For all our inner longing to love and be love – and everyone has it, no matter how prickly they may appear on the outside – we seem perpetually afraid to make the jump.

Yet here we are again.

Never has love been needed more, craved more, or called for more. Never has the world needed more healing, nor have we needed more loving. So what do we do?

And when we speak of the essence of love, what do we mean?

In truth, we are not talking about personal love at all. We are not talking about romantic love, as dazzling as that can be, nor familial love, as all-consuming as it sometimes is. No, the essence of love permeates every form/structure in existence down to the very cells, atoms, molecules, and particle waves of being. The essence of love is eternal, everlasting, endless – divine. It knows no limits, carries no judgements, has no bounds, and is a part of us all.

It is our true nature. Our heart of hearts. Our inner sanctum.  It is who we are.

So when we close off to this love, no matter how rational the reasons nor how fearful we may be at the time, we are closing a door to the very essence of our being – that divine spark of love that lives within us all, that nourishes us into loving expression. No wonder we often feel less than we know we can be.

So here we are at the precipice again. I have been a spiritual facilitator for a long time and I know in my  heart of hearts that this is our moment, our opportunity as a world community and as divine beings in human form to jump into that ocean of love and let it heal and transform ourselves and our world. This is our moment to come together, within ourselves and with each other, and to dare to love.

Remember – Love is the answer. Always has been. Always will be.

 

*If this resonates with you, please do share it. I’ll be posting more on Coming Home to Love and putting up a special page. I’ll also be putting out a call to join me in this leap of love, so click ‘follow’ if you want to know more.   

Bless you all    Be kind to each other.   Let love prevail.    

Aliana

Come Home to Love

COME HOME TO LOVE                                                  ©Aliana Alani 2016

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Come home to love.
Come home.

As waters flood, and lands parch and burn,
Come home.

As the world spins upside down
And that which was important falls away,
Come home.

When words tumble like empty shells upon the soul
And reason casts its knowing to the winds,
Come home.

Come home to love,
Oh weary warriors of this earth.
Put down your shields and weapons aplenty.
Come home.

Lay bare your wounded hearts
That love may heal their weeping
And serenade you into wholeness
With a melody divine.

Come home to love
That knows no ending
And welcomes all with open arms.

Come home to love.
Come home to love now.
Come home.

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A bit of poetry…

I AM THE DANCE  

by: Aliana Alani ©2016

 

I am the dance of the universe.

My cells tango with the heavens
and salsa with the seas.

My heart beats to a drum, divine,
marrying its pulse with worlds as yet unseen.

My mind, ah my mind, hums and sways with
melodies, both wordless and serene.

I am the dance of the universe.
I am the dance.

Come dance with me.

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

Prelude to … ‘I Had A Dream’

 

MANY MOONS AGO, in what feels like eons but isn’t, just like eons can feel like moments but aren’t, I had one of those poignant experiences that it sometimes seems only time in The Green can give. It was the after edges of Samhain (Halloween to those who live west of The Big Pond), I was staying at a friend’s in an area that could easily be classified as desolate on a grey rainy day, which it was. There was a brooding feel to it all, as though something could pop out of the unexpected any moment. It was Ireland after all, so this was possible.

I STARED OUT a many-paned window as raindrops splattered on glass and a welcoming fire crackled from behind. I was looking at a leafless tree that resided along the edge of the driveway with birds now gathering on it. I watched. And strangely, I waited. When it seemed they had all arrived (for what I did not know), I counted. I admit it, I was curious – partly because there were so many, and partly because they were all ravens. Ravens, as some say, are superb magic makers, shape shifters par excellence, sounders of creative births. In other words, powerful. No one worth their emerald green seaweed would mess with them.

I ADMIT THESE WERE EARLY DAYS for me in The Green, still I swore I could feel the dulse of the sea beginning to cling to my very being (let alone my heart) and so I paid honour where honour was due, and promptly counted again. Yup, twenty-two. Twenty-two ravens perched on a tree, waiting. I had a feeling they were waiting for me.

SO I DID WHAT ANY SELF-RESPECTING BEING SHOULD DO. I asked what they wanted. ‘Be raven.’  They said. ‘Come see. Come see.’ What could one do but agree. After all, there were twenty-two.

AND SO the journey began.

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WHAT CAME OUT OF IT many hours later was a poem – a rather long one done in verse, which I don’t normally write. It was called, I Had A Dream. It touched my heart and brought tears to the eyes. I shared it with friends and a few I did not know. Then time marched on, I left The Green, and the poem, as poems sometimes do, went into the now-labelled ‘Poetry – Ireland’ file.

AND THERE it sat, until now.

I’M NOT SURE WHY I’m meant to share this with you. Perhaps it is the changing times. Perhaps within the blowing winds, the ravens are calling – ‘Come see. Come see.’ Perhaps it will touch your heart as it did mine. Perhaps, just perhaps, if you live in The Green or feel its stories wafting through your soul wherever you may be, it will sound a chord of remembering, and in so doing, awaken a long prophesied dream.

ONE TINY ADD-ON – It is my sense that there are places in this world that carry keys; keys that when re-discovered, and then used wisely, become of enormous benefit to us all on this fragile exquisitely beautiful planet. To me, Ireland carries one of those keys.

BECAUSE IT’S VERY LONG, I will share the poem with you in the next posting.