Lost Souls
Some souls that die too fast
attach to the last person that they saw last.
Like a fireman, paramedic or cop
they don't know they are dead
they are totally lost.
Talking to these people late at night
in their dreams can be a scary fright.
Usually the person dreaming already knows
who they are, souls don't get old.
Only a light worker who talks to her guides
can get the lost soul to the other side.
Usually through the loved one that had already died
is waiting to guide them through and say everything is alright.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 13,2012
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Interdimensional Selves
When you dream you can help lost souls
psychics do it, and don't really know.
Psychic did it when she was asleep
she was in another dimension where
lost souls came to be.
They needed to be purified
so that they could go to the light.
Psychic felt love towards all of them
they were happy they went to the light
once again.
Written by Christina Sunrise on October 26,2012
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Send Them Home
Dark spirits stuck in first plane
need to be released back to light again.
Many light workers are incarnate here
to add more light to darkness take away fear.
Fetuses souls trapped also from abortions pain
they feel abandoned bring home again.
Help all souls from disaster of 911
assist them in reaching peaceful heaven.
All catastrophes that have struck
tsunami, hurricanes, tornadoes amuck.
Bring lost souls back to source
see etheric bodies take upward course.
Native American Ceremony "Afterlife"
will lead them back to the light.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 11,2012
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Light Workers Bring Light
Light workers bring the world more light.
They come to spread light among darkness
on a planet filled with fear and fright.
Most light workers are empaths, psychics
and sages, they feel all of the worlds negativity
before tragedy hits the newspapers pages.
They were asked on a mission that would
bring Earth plane more love—
Like Princess Diana, she was a light worker
who is now in heaven with the doves.
More I could name,
but I will not get into Earth's personality games.
Just remember the bum on the street—
he could be a light worker, he is more discreet.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2012
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Ratcoon Lives Here Too
One day late at night,
a dog started to attach to and fight,
A ratcoon is what the dog attacked,
he was jumping on him, biting his back.
I turned on the light,
dog ran away with fright,
Ratcoon I prayed was alright.
Ratcoon has his home,
outside by the trees
eating all alone with the bees.
He has a right to be here too,
This was his home first it’s sad but true.
For humans came along with their houses,
shoed him away like the mouses.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 16,2011
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How Do We See Ghosts?
I finally did realize
that we see ghosts with our third eye.
That is how we see this other dimension
it is where are thoughts come from without a question.
People see auras which is the light of our souls
most people who have developed their 3rd really do know.
We all can develop our psychic abilities if we concentrate
there is a science now behind it and it is great.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 9,2012
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Your Guides Are Always There
Before you incarnated in this lifetime
you decided if you would hear your guides.
Now you hear your guides no matter what
sometimes you don't know if they are talking
or it's your gut.
Just feel what's in your heart
that is how to make a decision from the start.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 13,2012
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Goodbye Dream
Phone call did come in,
I felt a shiver I knew was grim.
For it was my Uncle saying to my Dad,
Grandma & Grandpa died which was sad.
Later that night,
I went into a dream filled with fright.
I dreamed of my sister upstairs,
scary it made my arm hairs glare.
My hairs stood up straight,
which I did anticipate.
Something scary
was about to happen soon,
an image of people
floated into my sister's room.
Then sister screamed
and I did jump with a boom.
Running upstairs with blankets to my side,
I ran to my sister in the nic of time.
She told me what she had just seen,
The ghost of Grandparents
saying goodbye she did glean.
This was my grandparents saying there last goodbye,
dreamed of them years later telling them
'I know you guys never died.'
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 21,2011
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Beyond The Charade
Your personality wants drama
your soul does not
Your personality believes illusion
your soul has wisdom not confusion.
For external power from which comes from fear
is something we consciously have to overcome
while we are here.
Fear is where jealousy, anger and greed
are made-
You have to become an authentic person
who sees beyond the charade.
Live your life from your soul
and don't get caught in the personality's game.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
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Some Souls Lie
Each soul has a shiny bright light
some souls are dimmer with different colors
for clariavont to see just right.
If your aura is grey
clairvoyant knows you lying
no matter what you say.
Wouldn't it be nice if
we had a device
that let you know
when someone was trying to snow—
snow you into believing a lie
but you can feel it in your gut—
which you can't deny.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 27,2012
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Liars No More
I had a person once told me,
maybe 1 year ago times 3
“I don’t associate with people that lie”,
then turned around a year later or so deny-
What they were out for in their truck,
well I guess he can pass the buck.
Then there was a person who said
he would be a millionaire in a year,
he lives in a fantasy world, he wasn’t sincere.
Now people can lie because they are afraid,
people can lie because have something to hide,
whatever the reason you can never figure out why.
One day they maybe come truthful with you,
maybe become honest and give you some clues,
until then you and them are not true friends.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 20,2012
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Lost Guide
Lost Guide
Between two worlds, between two side
I don't know which is wrong, And which is all right…
I don't know anything; I am a lost, lost guide…
Something covers my eyes, I can't see any light
Just the dark, the cold, the damn side….
I can't hear any voice, It is so quiet…..
I feel lost, I am lost, lost guide….
Isn't anyone come to me?
Show me the way of me?
Let me see the shinny light….?
Set me free from those dark nights?
There is no one can show me my side
So I'll stay alone and contain my fight
The fight between the dark and the light
Nothing will be all right….
In our days there is no more guide
No one here knows the right
We banned from seeing light
We all lost, lost guides.
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A Soulmate Is A Mirror
A soulmate is like a mirror
they reflect back to you-
all the issues you are working on
that much is true.
A clairvoyant once told me
how it all began-
How a soul family forms from what I understand.
From a soul egg it seperates in different parts
almost like your one soul that has different charts.
Somehow souls blend and do the same things
usuall simularities is in their genes.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 15,2012
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We Live Like Beggars
We live like beggars in
God’s kingdom of light,
we can’t see I so we
put up a fight,
a fight not to have
the whole pie,
until realize we can
reach for the skies,
because on the other side
they say we make our
wishes very small,
they say we can have
it big, we can have it all.
So living in world
of frozen thought,
we need help
to get everything we got.
we need help from guides
and angels too,
So look for help
and pray to them me
and you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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Regrets.
Your soul does not forget
it carries with it all regrets.
When it dies it questions why
and has to come back to even the pie.
Better to say your "sorry now while you are alive
unless you talk through a medium after you die.
Even your addictions are carried to the other side
addictions cloud souls thinking in the sublime.
For all they have is pure thought—
no hiding is what the life of the spirit has got.
Things manifest fast and everything is known
you are pure energy, consciousness and you glow.
For your soul to really evolve and learn
to even out it's karma to better discern-
It has now to come back to Earth.
Your soul has to keep coming back
to Earth plane to be overcome addictions
and thoughts of lack.
Spirits over there hear our thoughts and give us messages
if we can only see—
they are here to give us encouragement
from a place of love to make us succeed.
They want us to love and not fear
fear keeps us stuck and can bite us in the rear.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 21,2012
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Seeing Your Soul
If you have a clairovant eye
like the Indian pschic who was a really cool guy—
You can see only colors of light
we are all consciousness, bliss
and pure delight.
Blowing light through my eye on the right—
he let me see a totally new insight.
Sparles of light is what I saw
it is pure energy which is physical law.
Soon cameras will capture the soul's vibration
scientists need to develop this for this
will be a celebration.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 26,2012
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Two Souls Trapped
An elderly couple in their car
smashed into a wall
they didn't go very far.
Car was removed but their souls fought on
the wife yelled 'If you would of looked
are car would of moved and we would be gone.'
Psychic heard the fight for weeks on end
the couple never made it to heaven.
Until one day in this Vegas parking lot
the psychic never heard them and then she thought-
another psychic must of told them to go to the light
or if not they moved someone where else to have their fight.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
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Don’t Judge
It’s a sad fact but it is true,
some children hide behind
fat because they were abused.
So do not judge a person
because of their weight,
you don’t know what happened
to them at the age of eight.
Written by Christina Sunrise on February 6,2012
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Dishonesty Ruins Relationships
To have a relationship trust is first
some people can take your honesty
and use it to hurt you at worst.
For they are deceiving at best
they use your honesty as a weakness.
They are essentially users and want to play a game
they have their motives which usually are insane.
Very sad when they do their deeds
especially to a Light Worker for their karma
is worse to a larger degree.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 30,2012
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Consciousness In A Body
We are condensed particles of light-
we can't see it even at night.
Everything in God's creation
has a consciousness without hesitation.
Isn't it grand when you finally understand
we are all a part of the puzzle in this 3d land?
Now our thoughts are of a different dimension-
dreaming at night—there is no ego
in this interaction.
So if we just go with the flow
look at life as a tapestry we sow—
Sow everyday along with others
we are all God's sisters and brothers.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 29,2012
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Why Not Now?
After your dead people say good things about you,
when you were alive they made you blue.
What about when you are alive?
why do we have to wait to
when there’s no more “your life”?
Now there is some good souls,
they are nice and say nice things and let you know.
Then of course there is the ones who are mad,
say mean things to make you feel sad.
If they only knew who you really are,
they would regret what they said thus far.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 12,2012
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