Thank You Clairvoyants
Thank you clairvoyants for inspiriting me
Thank you clairvoyants for advice in my recovery.
Thank you clairvoyants for all your spiritual advice
Thank you clairvoyants for all things whole and nice.
Thank you clairvoyants for bringing me closer to the source
Thank you clairvoyants for listening to my voice.
And thank you clairvoyants for being on this Earth plane
to help to see my life as more than mundane.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 31,2012
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Coca Cola Annual Award
I am not a Kuala
to sleep in a wintry-day
and be the winner of a lottery
or a gambler to bet my money
in some race to get a loot.
I won't taste Coca Cola
from the fake cyber wallah.
A fraud from the wonderful Japan
calling himself 'Promotion Manager'
sent me a letter seeming authorised,
asking me to collect the award
of 63 million Great Britain Pounds,
as I am the winner of the prize
of British Coca cola.
A large sum feared me
and my wife swam in dreams.
My honest sons envied of my being rich
suddenly by a stroke of luck.
My cute boy, a computer-wizard
found the letter fake and Sam Dako, a cheat.
He asked my e-mail id first
and my bank details next
to transfer that huge sum to my account.
Beware of some clairvoyants
who promise love, luck and money.
Be aware of the cyber criminals
who tempt you to give your bank details.
Be wary of giving your address to email-friends.
Prizes are awarded in person.
Never the gambling makes one rich.
It is a tempting and slow-killing witch.
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Babies In A Jar
Mrs. Lewis keeps her trophies
All tucked inside glass jars
their kept as secret prizes
Where prying eyes can’t find
Their won from every summer
Through triumphs for losing
Her first base each trimester
From when she cruised for bruising
They’ll never grow too idle
The birds and bees she poisoned
She knows they’ll never toil
With tears from vicious bullies
Each day she makes a visit
Inside a surreptitious fridge
Where there are angel triplets
Indisposed of there remains
Their timeless form in centrifuge
Expunged embalmed forever pure
It fills the void of consciousness
And dress her sense of restlessness
For her father always said, she was his “super little girl”
But now she’s growing up, and all of life is just a whirl
Sad belladonna painted, a dyed chameleon for the night
Spinning comatose assailant through the void of carbon light
With an office, and a mortgage and graduates degree
Reaching high above her dreams, but always falling through the peak’s
Wears a face of winter grace, that betrays the strain of movement
Though she screams inside her grins, because she’s afraid they'll listen
Now she’s a mummy’s mother
Clairvoyants his her husband
They’ll never make her lonely’
Or stage the root of reackless folly
It feels good for something cold
She knows she can control
To reach thrills that’s never there
When no one asked her 'do you care? ”
There’s nothing that feels true
To feel a pulse opaquly rouge
And living normal’s dead for strange
When your hearts and mind is rearranged
Motherhood is everlasting
When the storkes gift is cold mutton
To host the reapers banquet
For all her babies in a bottle
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Donna The Creative Artist
Donna with her very keen eye,
gives me advice on my book illustration design.
She has given me great advice
about Razel freezing Krendolls in cave with ice.
She is an visual artist herself as well,
she even gave makeup advice on my doll Mel.
Of course Donna doesn't really like,
Razel who she know is not nice.
In fact Donna has hidden Razel's face,
when I was gone for the day from her place.
Donna still will chat with Razel and Melodie too,
Donna is a character who gathers all the clues.
Thanks Donna for all your generosity,
and your help at the Sarah's Special Birthday reading!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 14,2012
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When the Bubble Bursts
People worry much about being fresh out
of emotions of love due to ageing.
Sensible people think a hundred times
before giving their data in the nets
for dating and for life with single moms.
In a society, which has freewheeling lifestyles,
people face no problems by typing their email-id.
But in countries where people are at large,
men are called to a place, valuables seized,
punched and thrown out with bleeding injuries.
They are also warned not to report to the police
or else hard copies of their nude photos will be
sent to their wives when the soft copies flash in nets.
Some in western culture are frank about gayness.
In some rural hamlets of India, the gay guys are tonsured,
marked with block and red dots on their body
and forced to ride on donkeys while the boys and men
beat them with brooms and slippers.
Problems they face in plenty when their age crosses sixty.
Some dye their hairs, walk erect with efforts, take drugs,
have massage of their body, swallow tablets to rejuvenate,
go for walk and gym and spend for Psychic healing of mind.
Clairvoyants and relationship coaches pester them.
The governments too retire people at fifty eight.
How frenetic and health freaks people are!
Ladies rush to get appointments for breast implants.
In a free comedy festival in Fed.Square in Melbourne,
the comedians make the audience sing, clap, dance and laugh.
Most of the ladies in briefs enjoyed sunshine and comedy.
But nobody cares.When all are one and the same, no dog barks.
If a lady dares to show her knee in India,
people offer harsh comments about her.
But those in the celluloid world are like their sisters abroad.
If the oldies who don't feel exaltations of love,
write philosophical poems, then will you read till the end?
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Light Workers Among Us
Coming from a planet full of love
a spiritually evolved planet with no laws.
A planet with high frequency and vibration and light,
in a dimension with no wrong or right.
For these beings do not need to know
that they are from one source or one soul.
Now you may ask who am I talking to?
I'm talking about Light Workers,
it's me, maybe it's you.
You came here to help this planet Earth—
in planet Earth's 'Spiritual Revolution'
and rebirth.
Many more surprises in store-
have an open mind
to 'see' things like never before.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 17,2012
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Can We See The Future Today? [Part 3]
Human beings have peeped into the future with clairvoyance
Clairvoyance is the ability to perceive future events with
powers that are beyond the natural range of the senses
The practitioners of this art are called clairvoyant or psychic
In esoteric language, clairvoyants are said to possess second sight
How true is clairvoyance as a tool to peep into the future?
The accuracy depends on the clairvoyant or the psychic
The ancients have used the oracle to foresee the future
This is a process of consulting the oracular gods through
a priest or priestess to learn about future events.
The oracles are still in use in many places around the world
Even today, some people will not start a new project
or commence an undertaking without consulting the oracle
How correct is the oracle as a means to foretell the future?
The precision depends on the oracle priest or priestess
Can we see the future today?
Human beings have peeped into the future using necromancy
This is the process of invoking or conjuring up the
spirit of the dead to make prophesies and foretell the future
The practitioners of this art are called medium or spiritualist
How accurate is necromancy as a device to forecast the future?
The veracity depends on the spiritualist or the medium
Can we see the future today?
Some people have used I Ching to peep into the future
I Ching is a Chinese system of divination or
fortune-telling that has been in use since the B.C era
In English language, I Ching is called the Book of Changes
There are many methods of using I Ching, but the most
popular ones are the yarrow stalks and the coin methods
Another Chinese method of divination that has been
practiced since the B.C era is called Feng Shui
Feng shui which in english means wind and water is
defined by encarta as a Chinese system that studies
people’s relationships to their environment, especially
their home or workspace, in order to achieve maximum
harmony with the spiritual forces believed to influence all places
Today, believers in feng shui can be found in many countries
[To Be Concluded in Part 4]
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Listen To Your Inner Voice
Your inner voice can keep you from harm
your inner voice is more than a charm.
Sometimes you must watch your very back
and listen to your gut to stay on track.
Don't worry about the storms you see-
even heaven will protect you—if you listen indeed.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 18,2012
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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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Clean Air
If we use gas to pollute the air
we could live in domes that
protect us from the atmosphere.
Ride your bike, walk or use an alternative source—
we have bring Earth's air back on course.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 26,2012
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China Town Work Ethic
China Town has many more business's I do say
because hard working Chinese people made it that way.
Having a good work ethic that made America strong
Chinese Americans work their business hours extra long.
Now I do patronize a Chinese Health food store
I bought herbs there and they gave me health advice galore.
So Thank the Chinese people for bringing customs and expertise
for they too have right to live the American dream.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 21,2012
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Mother Earth's Frequency
Mother Earth's frequency is 7.8 hertz
our brains are the same frequency
we are connected to her at birth.
Earthing which is laying on Mother Earth
helps your brain heal you—
yes, I am blessing her dirt.
Laying on Mother Earth
or even walking barefoot outside
makes you sleep better—heals your insides.
Mother Earth helps you with inflammation
and all kinds of things-
treat Mother Earth kindly
for the good that she brings.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 8,2012
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Reserected
Sometimes you have to go far down
down, down to the ground
because you are not listening
to the sound.
The sound of your soul's quiet voice
it tells you, you have a choice
but your programs get in the way
Don't worry your soul will win out soon someday.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 14,2012
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I Am One
I am the wind,
I am the sand,
I am the chocolate
that melts in your hand.
Yes, I’m all these things and more,
I am the inspiration that makes you sore.
Yes, I am God, I am in everything,
even the voice in which you sing.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
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Saved By Light
Dannion Brinkley
was “Saved By The Light”
all spiritual writing
in the book he writes.
Yes, he says we
are powerful
Spiritual beings
coming to this plane,
to help inspire and change.
He was asked like many
who die and come back to tell,
'What Love have you given,
or did you make life on Earth hell? '
Now not quite those words,
but haven’t you heard,
you can affect people
with small little things,
there is a chain reaction
from what your action brings.
So let your actions be of
Consciousness thought,
that helps people grow
and not stay in their lot.
Dannion words are true,
I met him and
he speaks firsthand to you.
Believe what you can,
read his book to see his view.
Written on April 17,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Orchid Weather
I loved that jungle, the one behind the house:
it bore the wild Malayan Emergency
leaf-knitting colonies of chilli-red ants
and scowling ahmas
dicing pork
to a very fine and furious mince
enfolded in dumplings
purple chicken’s entrails
sweating in pots of broth.
Fortunes told, widows in black,
clairvoyants in a house of exorcism –
more incense in the shrine, fresher
pyramids of tangerines.
Burst fireworks confettied the air.
Young fauna, my brother and I
dried off in Royal Selangor
Golf Club towels in a house that
reeked of quinine, limes and gin,
almost mixed them myself
for darling spinsters
who never scolded,
with butterfly collections
and how-to-paint books.
We became their undeparted sons
two cheeky gnomes
under cushions
in their too cold conditioned
highland mansions.
Inquisitive and flirtatious
with the servant classes
we prospered in the orchid weather
over-nurtured and beautiful.
Chauffeur, silent behind the wheel
Koran on the radio;
and “our gardener”, the greatest
in the business, hands stained with the soil
of an intense wormy blackness
calloused and hot to the touch. Recipient
of our old London blankets, for the family
we never saw.
We mimicked the ahmas
their singsong speech
angry waving of meat cleavers.
We were Master’s sons risking sour medicine
to take new territory: alcoves and playgrounds
of camphor and silk, black lacquer
tiffins of pickled cabbage rice
and almost typically
fell in love with the ahma’s daughter
in a galvanised tub,
scrubbed with Camay
her ribbons hung to dry on a bamboo stick
for whipping bad boys and dogs.
In games of war and riding the dragon
tadpole hunting and killing the tiger in the tiger’s lair
we fell from air to earth, warriors in a two child Opera
where every wound was fatal.
We glazed each other’s knees
with Tiger Balm, Gold Cup Brand
and sucked and chewed on salted plum.
We learned another way of saying
no, yes, and how delicious
and yes the lights stayed on
when the rain belted down
all night folding paper
into cranes, the tamed menagerie
bending their wings back
no pain.
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Kundalini Rising
We have eleven planets—not nine
in December of 2012 they will all align.
kundalini in the planets will rise
also in humans to help actualize.
We will go into 10 dimensions not three
we will experience more in which to see.
A great time is at hand—
be more conscious and understand.
For the Light Workers will help lead the way
if we listen to them we will not stray.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 25,2012
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Government Can't Solve
The government can't solve our spiritual problems
only we the people can
all we need to raise our consciousness
across this bountiful land.
Government can only make laws
for our society is not yet highly evolved.
We need to start this spiritual change at home-
raising children that are able to express freely
what is wrong.
Change our way of thinking about who we are,
We are not victims anymore
we are strong spiritual shining stars.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
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What Happened?
What happened to the person I used to know,
who wasn’t afraid to let their feelings show.
Who complimented me and built me up
By saying great things that made me feel on top,
The good feelings you had when you spoke of me,
the sound of your voice on my voicemail,
a voice I won’t forget, I remember it well.
For I will remember those times
that we were at our best,
and let the bad times go to rest.
You were in my life for a short while,
you came at a time when I needed your smile.
Written By Christina Sunrise on August 8,1995
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Mother Earth Restores Me
Mother Earth restores me,
she gives me restorative sleep.
My sleep is restorative and deep.
Mother Earth is supportive and heals-
she helps my lower digestion when I eat my meals.
Mother Earth heals me from my arthitic condition
I will stay younger and continue my mission.
For when my root chakra is open and a glow
I will fulfill my destiny wherever I go.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 17,2012
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Us Needs Purification
To shake us into a higher frequency state
the Bible Belt will have more flooding to this date.
We the people of the United States
will become a spiritual country over a religious one-
the time is at hand-
more raising of consciousness to be done.
We feel we are 'special'
and so we isolate ourselves more-
The Earth is in a time of purification
her messages we can't ignore.
We will aske for help from other countries
like never before.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 2,2012
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