Shields Up


I put my energy

Growth of your enterprise
To see

Not content
With that

You must see
Where it’s at

And try to
Make me too

Fall in love
With you

When I played
The cop

And asked you
To stop

Found you
Mixing still

False and true
At will

From this
Emotional attack

I found I must
Step back

Then when I
Checked back in

Found you
Doing it again

Since this homey
That don’t play

I took myself
Farther away

Only sadly
Then to find

That your energies

Kept right on
Visiting my tent

On minor
Destructions bent

And sooth to say
Ever since then

When I reach out
To help again

Back those same
Energies come

Same compromised
Morals from

From this moment
Shielding be

You have heard
Your last from me.


Fulfilled and Happy Be


This psychic hath worked more than one or two
Festivals, fairs and gatherings, with those
Who passionately wished an answer knew
To some conundrum. Indescision’s throes

Would have them at her booth with hat in hand
And, too often, a tear behind the eye
Struggling their dilemna understand
Without embarrassment; tried not to cry

Increasingly in our fragmented world
She’s met the broken hearted parents of
Children from out whose lives they have been hurled
Suffering from a backed-up flood of love

Only another parent understand —
No chubby cheeks to kiss the weeping from
Crossing the street without a tiny hand
To hold, they sorrowful frenzied become

The angels hov’ring near would always weep
As would the client, when their word they hear:
“You’ve an appointment with that child to keep
Before there pass too many more a year

“It’s not the voice told them to eat their peas,
Take out the trash and get their homework done
Which will their curiosity appease
About real life, when all is said and done

“At threshold of those so inquiring years
Testimony regarding it they seek
They’ll burn past all of your ex partner’s fears
And ’tis yourself with whom they’ll wish to speak

“Ay, if you bravely bear your sorrow now
So they find you fulfilled and happy be
It’s you they’ll ask to tell and show them how
Serenity and happiness to see

“Between now and that day, bear out your pain
Dry your unhappy tears, face down this strife
When you see your so well loved child again
By it you will have made a friend for life”

They knew — they knew the truth was what they heard
They felt it in their very bones and skin
The penetrating essence of that Word
So instantly its healing work begin

They departed, a hundred pounds apiece
Rolling away new lifted shoulders from
Each step reflecting a purposeful peace
‘Twere as a diff’rent person they’d become

For though the path were steep, rocky and rough
This they had to cling to, this they knew:
They yet might be for their child’s needs enough
‘Twere all it took. Now they had Work to do!


All Hands on Deck


The Empath is often said to have such a great degree of empathy that they can literally feel what others feel, and thus intuitively know many of the yearnings, sensitivities, tastes and even thought patterns of the people they’re around.

– Aletheia Luna –


Highly sensitive people are too often perceived as weaklings or damaged goods. To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, it is the trademark of the truly alive and compassionate. It is not the empath who is broken, it is society that has become dysfunctional and emotionally disabled. There is no shame in expressing your authentic feelings. Those who are at times described as being a ‘hot mess’ or having ‘too many issues’ are the very fabric of what keeps the dream alive for a more caring, humane world. Never be ashamed to let your tears shine a light in this world… Empaths did not come into this world to be victims, we came to be warriors. Be brave. Stay strong. We need all hands on deck.

– Anthon St. Maarten –


Dear empath:

You are a being of immense depth, wisdom, and compassion. You are a pioneer and trailblazer of humanity, a model for others on how to be sensitive and powerful. All the strength and love you need is already within you, waiting to be discovered.

– Mateo Sol –

M Path (Outbound)


It’s not resentment that you feel
You know my grievances were real
And know, too, a thought’s a thing
Receiver repercussions bring
You’ve found your serenity
With what you tried to do to me
And, since I forgiving be,
Do so appropriately

It’s not anger I receive
But you surely may believe
Receiving something, that I am
An energy each moment damn
To falling objects, clinging line
Misplacement of things are mine
Tools and tasks which fall apart
Blocks to manifesting art

No, it’s not for me that you pine
I’m just the one was last in line
On the path which you have built —
I am exper’iencing your guilt
For all the other spirits who
Paid that price to bolster you
While patting yourself on the back:
“Providing something that they lack.”