mara the lightworker

Be the Light…

A Calling from the Goddess

Initiated into mass voltage by the forces of nature, lightning, rain, wind, earth, and blood, my journey as a lightworker began in shocking baptism…one deep night on spring’s eve in the third year of the millenium…

  • Now that we’re woke, what’s next?

    You may have noticed the modern lexicon has been changing, aside from lingual devolution to emojis and three letter abbreviations in the txt log. We have various versions of awake, waking up, and woke, some co-opted into political inversions, but the original meaning having to do with seeing through the bullshit and becoming more self aware…spiritually and energetically self aware. To many, it feels like stumbling around, still reeling from recognizing that we have been misled, conditioned from birth, corralled into classes, subject to hidden agendas, and public experimentation for the amusement and benefit of a few hundred astral grams of elite bio mass. It’s not gonna be all sunshine and roses. You might even be pissed at knowing everything you have been taught is a lie. Catch your breath…now that you are stretching and growing into a new version of yourself, realize you are in good company…according to some published accounts, less than 2% of the world’s population is spiritually awake, however, my intuition says it’s more like 12 or 13%, with many more in process, which I trust over most information presented as fact. As you become more in tune with your soul senses, you, too, will be able to test the truth of any theory or fact…give it time. Pay attention to how information feels in the body.

    Part of being woke, excised from any loaded social meaning, would be remembering that we are way more than the body. If there was a program to deprogram that helped highlight our real significance to the solar neighborhood and, well frankly the rest of the universe, it would be downloaded by operator inquiry. Just being curious enough to identify what you resonate with is a wholegrain crouton on the journey to self discovery. As we are drawn to various philosophies, ways of living, recovery practices, communion with nature, (a misnomer…we are nature), better health modalities, and cleaner food, we find ourselves listening to our bodies in order to find a better feeling frequency. We pay attention to our thoughts, feelings and the vibes others present. We hear words like ascension, resonant, life path, purpose, mission, and 3D, 4D, 5D, as if we are going somewhere…a short elevator ride up a level or two. In the case of ascension, it really concerns discovering what makes your heart sing, loving, and accepting all parts of yourself and being as present, kind, and conscious in your walkabout through life as possible, all while figuring out your spiritual talents and building a new world. Welcome to the new earth. You made it past Go and on your way to Here.

  • In the Crosshairs?

    Seems like the political overlap of the Year of the Snake(s) and the incoming Year of the Horse has humble everyday people like me in the crosshairs. I don’t deserve healthcare above nominal terms, food costs are prohibitive, and forget about thriving with credit costing 35.99%, plus your limbs and firstborn, par for the insane, cheap 3D printed consumer world we are now forced to subscribe to. The gap is wider than ever before. An abyss, really. Political parties debate my future freedom and social value while I’m pigeonholed into censorship, demographic isolation, algorithmic pressure, amid  hidden agendas and constant polarization from political terrorists and their minions.  I just want to live a stable, peaceful life where I know my friends, relatives, community members are not hungry, homeless, denied basic medical care or marginalized in any way. How can I be worried about depopulation programs when there’s the random chance at getting kidnapped because of my delicious coffee cream complexion, the hallmark of many NATIVE NEW YORKERS (kudos to my home state for pushing universal healthcare through!) and many other US CITIZENS born or naturalized into the great melting pot. The real question is why aren’t there 50 shades of taupe on the American flag? And why is the crucible heating up? What is really going on behind the scenes? The BIG FAKE ALIEN INVASION agenda? Is the plot to destroy everything we hold dear as citizens and loving children of the earth to prepare for some false flag that will consolidate power over the ‘little people”? Is that the real Atlas 3i comet? A returning prop to stage a dystopian future? Let the countdown begin.

    I’m such a silly optimist….I’d love to see natural born talent flourish everywhere, instead of being suppressed by struggle created by this false and hateful paradigm.  Isn’t that what most people want or am I some kind of political-social mutant because I have empathy, care, and desire for a better world? Spoiler alert: The Melting Pot will now be herewith known as the Genetic Analytic Group…kindly submit your DNA, along with 800 years of lineage, so we can determine how white you are and where you will fit into the New Paradigm.  Fuck this. Fuck that. Distract the masses while celebrity weirdos harm children and disappear people, bury the files, hide the bodies, convert the votes, grow the syndicate and own the world. What’s next? Renaming the planet? Let’s call it Fuckworld. 

    My personal hope for the year of the horse is that people operating from a place hate and elitism get trampled by their own hubris while the momentum for vibratory awareness increases and this CIVILization actually flourishes. Otherwise, I’ll be over here, meditating on Presence and trying to be joyful about the small things. No resolutions this year, except being as full of light as possible and transmuting that which is less into the light.

  • seasons pass

    mountains beckon

    a road unwinds

    red hawks scoop prey 

    from prairie grasses

    like children picking wildflowers

    a crow sits perched

    among steel trees

    stirring winds      memories

    of another life

    dust devils  and tumbleweeds

    spin crosswise 

    a blur of activity 

    against arid scrub flats

    hectares framed

    in barbed wire

    keep pronghorn  elk   mule deer 

    to graze in wild zoos

    cloud capped peaks descend 

    into golden  skirts of aspen

    spun into tight curves and deep canyons

    channeling life waters through slope and stone

    a crone ages   her crown earned    

    by wisdom and wreath

    heartsong and firelight to celebrate

    esteemed grandfather shares verdant buttons 

    to revenant shamans and seekers

    a ghost steps through time

    demanding action     attention      integration

    a crow warrior lost to the wars of men

    joins his immortal counterpart   

    daughter of sky and earth

  • 4letter words

    build and destroy

    entire worlds

    loaded with meaning 

    possession    exclusion

    pain   attachment   hope

    di vision

    myword has 5letters

    for all there is in life

    there is in lover

    no beastly connotation

    to build falsity  destroy faith

    conjure fear

    li beration 

    an extra consonant 

    to soften     or expand

    recognize the

    reflection of a 

    beloved self

    em bodied

  • Saltysweet

    saltysweet  

    seductionist

    darkchocolate

    carameldreams

    red ribbons 

    connecting 

    vitalregions

    inners to outers

    above and beneath

  • Mother

    one with all the

    mothers that ever were

    original blood 

    ancient soil       bone     

    breath     the wind of life

    shaping earth and creature

    river and mountain

    we understand each other

    my curves      hills and valleys 

    of a billion aeons

    my eyes see through every living thing

    my tears       drops in the universal ocean

    my heartbeat merely an emanation 

    of her pulse of life

    my fire  a spark of divinity

    a beacon      a lighthouse

    her lightning and lava 

    flow through my veins

    her crystal knowledge

    sacred vessel of all there is

  • vermillion skies

    siskins barter and chime 

    queet queet

    ivy creeps through 

    dewy gates of blade and stalk

    an orb weaver panels the day

    with her glistening mandala

    a bluejay calls out

    warnings to the finches 

    taking up residence in a beech 

    a ladybird crawls the ivy

    its lacy pattern

    evidence of daily sustenance 

    a starling beckons the flock

    its gravel song an insult to the ear

    goldfinches chorus

    without harmony  only heart 

    chattering amongst the zinnias

    a woman tends her garden

    a man walks his dog

    a mated pair of hawks flies low 

    doves perch like angels

    watching a sunrise

    day breaks the night

    a resurrection of life

  • Steadfast

    steadfast spirit

    you slipt into 

    my hither 

    come lately

    in the quiet of

    lidded eyes and 

    hurried breath

    warrior of peace

    native prayers 

    heal the wound

    clear the space

    sweet grass and

    white sage burns

    away the pain 

    of attachment

    and detachment

    time passes

    i have gone

    but you still

    linger on my skin

    in my aura

    around my fate

    gentle kisses

    steal my resolve

    a mesa opens

    a heart opens

    a chapter closes

  • morning star 

    there you are

    fire and blood

    flesh and bone

    crows fly east

    two doves coo 

    a cactus blooms

    in the sweet pink 

    light of day

    resting curled 

    in the after flush 

    passions played

    breath and pulse

    heart and hammer

    wordless hours

    sacred union

    holy fire 

    blessed water

  • Voice of Gaia

    Mara the Lightworker, Channel

    Connecting to Gaia. Connected.

    Transmission: 10/28/24 |CST 5:38 PM 

    G: It is I, Gaia, your mothersphere. We are blessed to make this communication and co-create this moment of awakening.

    M: I am honored and blessed to receive your communication. Mother, what can the people of this planet know from this communication?

    G: The children of Gaia are co-creating this moment of awakening . They are becoming aware of the higher order of themselves. All are one.

  • Cadmium

    cadmium yellow

    hottt   melted    butter

    here between 

    longing and hearting

    into a destiny

    laden with promise

    and pause

    release and surrender

    full bodied share

    red like blood

    skin against skin

    breathless

    eternal song

    perfect rhythm 

    and meter

    cadence and spill

    waters overflow

    the canyon

    once dry desert

    flowers in full

    saturation of 

    fifth dimensional

    colors of you