Poetic Notes: Soul Filtering

 

Do you guides hear
everything I think,
I wonder.
– Your higher presence
selects what we hear,
and there is a selective
field for telepathy.

You get an
immediate
response,
because
we operate
in timelessness,
in no time
and space.

As
does
your soul,
it operates
from the light
all the time.
For it there is no
in between stage
between incarnations
either.

Your soul
sorts out
all the data.
–  And my lesser
thoughts don´t
even unintentionally
transmit?
– You have
set it so.

 

– Deelia ©

PS. These experiences I share are personal and subjective, they may or may not be generalizable as such.

 

An earlier poem: Multidimensional Telepathy

 

telepathic
messages
don´t
take place
inside
my head

they occur
in the front side
of my auric field
in different
heights
and
distances
from
right to
the left

sometimes
a special
one even
sweet-talks
inside my
body,
like right
at the core
of my heart
center
inside
my chest

 

– Deelia ©

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Poem: Invigorating Connection

2-k

 

two white
lines
appear
in the
skyline,
gracefully
they move
across
the sky
highlighting
the message
from your
soul,

the exact
timing
of
celestial
phenomena
continues
to
amaze
me

telepathic
consolidation
tickles

 

– Deelia ©

 

Photo: Deelia ©

Poem: Nightly White

 

(I had this dream experience a long time ago.)

 

In the morning
I fall neatly
into
my bed
from
a bright white
sphere of light

remembering
communicating
telepathically
with someone
in a language
so weird,
understanding it
in the dream
and nothing
when being
back on
this plane
here

cosmic
help from
above
the mind
is always
available
to us,
from beyond
the logic of
how on Earth
magic
and miracles
can
emerge

zik, zik

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Orange Curtains

 

Yes, put those
orange curtains
your soul whispered
when I was pondering
if they are too much,
having found
them forgotten in
the closet
now matching
my furniture

when your
physical plane
self
visits
for the first
time you look at
them and tell
me that
orange is your
favorite
color

Aha,
I smile…

 

-Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Two Becomes Four

 

Come to sleep
beside me,
you whisper.

I nestle
in your
arms,
set my
hand
on your
chest.

You are here
with me,
I am there
with you.
That is
how two
becomes
four
breathing
as one.

– Deelia ©

 

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