The Oasis

The oasis thrives within us, friend. Filled with possibility, hungry hearts come here to rest, seek comfort and be inspired.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Friday, February 13, 2015

A Call to Arms - "The Voice"

A Call to Arms

A Message from "The Voice"




When you were small oh how you wondered about so many things. The tress, the plants, the animals, all fascinated you with their amazing qualities. Do you remember waking down to the bakery to smell the bread? Do you remember insects flying through the tall grass of the fields you played in? Do you remember the feelings then, rich as they were, powerful and frightening at the same time? Do you remember the sad times, the glad times, the times you cried and the times you sighed? Do you remember the first time I said “I love you,” and the last time, and the one before that? Do you remember all the mysteries you set out to uncover, to get to the bottom of – as I know you could?

Yes, you were amazing then, were you not? So full of life, willing to explore anything, willing to just go for the heck of it. When did it all change, this great interest of yours? When did we see its decline? Around the time of that first emotional pain, was it not? Oh yes, and many blows after that. These were the hurts that closed you up and caused you to suffocate. Do you see how this all began, this journey of self-discovery? It took you out on a long road of experiencing, around many curves and bends, down through many valleys and up and over many hills.

Never boring was it? Do you recall? Of course you do, living it all through your body as it were. Such a peaceful romp, a gentle ‘travail’, when the winds were manageable and no pain was at hand. But when the blows struck, oh how painful they felt. Difficult to bear, wouldn’t you agree? But you took it all, as did most of you. You took it because at some level you saw it as your cross to bear.

Perhaps you thought Jesus the Christ was the only sufferer worthy of note. But I say to you, you’ve all been there, suffering your slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. No one was deprived of this experience, a gesture of mercy some say, handed down from above, to allow you to learn what had been taught by the Masters. Jesus was only one of these, a great teacher immortalized in your history books and sacred writings.

Yes, Jesus did travel the path, the road of trials, unto his death and subsequent resurrection. Today you might say ‘upliftment’ and mercy unto the Father who helped him to his feet. Jesus was not lost, only afraid, that was all, as many of you have been in your own suffering.

This path you chose was replete with such sorrows, similar to his in kind and yet, you never knew this comparison could exist. But it does and also shines favorably upon you all. You have all done your best, your duty so to speak and I applaud you as I did him. He sought out his wretched sorrows as you have yours, because he had chosen them, as have you. You were not undiscovered creatures in your sets of circumstances, you created each instance with the abandon of a General who knew what his/her troops needed to learn. Don’t be ashamed of your moral dilemmas, your uncertainties or so-call sins. These were all of a particular design, for a particular purpose you had chosen to bring about.

Why would you choose such dire circumstances, some will ask? To learn, I would say to you – to learn all those lessons you believed you needed to learn. Who was I to say that it needn’t be so, when your soul had already commanded it to be thus? It was for a grand purpose after all, to strengthen your heart, to bring about redemption if so pleased. These were your circumstances and choices to wrestle with and favor, as you saw fit. I understood this was your task, your journey to be fulfilled. You apprised me so.

So when you set out, I wished you well, standing on the threshold of Home, so to speak; to bid you farewell, knowing it would be some time before your return. I was sad as it were, given my part in all things. As your Father/Mother I had to let go, to let you go and discover for yourself life’s gentle mercies and life’s tragic prose. You chose, you selected, you undertook your tasks and did them well. I am proud.

This I can say for certain. You are my chosen ones who I sent forth to gather the flock and bring my people home. No everyone can do this as many of you have now perceived. Not many are willing to undertake such a task. It was left to you.  The road of sacrifice may be soon forgotten, but that pain one acquired along the way lingers on and tempers the character growing within. Yes, you have suffered, but oh how you’ve grown, into that most magnificent of beings that you all are and are still becoming. You are my standing army, awaiting its next call.

It is here my friends, my brethren, for children you are no longer. I can see that now. In the fires of your darkness and difficulties now left behind, you have forged yourselves into a might army, fit for a Kind, of which I am. And I come to you now, my gentle giants, and ask that you behold the tender mercies of love all about you and underfoot. The world has need of your influence now. We have need of your hot pursuit. The flock is restless and the wolves, now desperate, are closing in. They must be stopped! They must be held at bay!

Can you see your tasks now my loved ones? Can you see your purpose ahead? Can you see that your cross has born you to a task that is of this particular kind? Your sufferings taught you many things about love, life and the pursuit of happiness. They teach you about who you are and what you have won. Your sorrows were for certain the part of your path well-intended to serve you in all the ways that a good school can prepare.

You teach history when you know about history. You teach love when that has been your greatest prize. You teach all of that which you know, as you have lived and gained its full measure. You teach what has been personal to you.

Jesus taught what was at hand. He lived what he taught and shared all he learned. He did this for love and for the betterment of his clan. They needed his lessons as do your friends today. They need to hear about that which is hard won in life’s emotional battlefield. These lessons are enduring because they have been lived to the core. This is how you make tempered steel my loved ones, you win it in the heat of one’s own life.

The time is here my fellow travelers, to share that which you know. The time is here to open up and let yourselves glow. You all have The Pulse vibrating within, tuned to my broadcast and received through your heart. Let it activate and have it show you where you can begin. And let the Great Creator be with you now and always. Know that you are blessed. Know that you are loved. And know that I am with you forever.




Saturday, February 7, 2015

Calling All Lightworkers, Starseeds and Wayshowers


Calling All Lightworkers, Starseeds and Wayshowers

Maurice Turmel & Brotherhood of Light



I am coming to life. I am waking up. I am awakening to my True Self. I am! I am! I am!

I am coming out to greet the world, to share my story, to be a man/woman, to be a contributor, to be a helper, caregiver, supporter and guide. I am a guide to the New Age. I have been here before. I know the way. I can retrace my steps. I can be who I came here to be.

I am coming out of my shell. Sometimes I take action. Sometimes I can’t do anything but wait and pray; then it’s time to just listen. I can only move when I am being urged to move. Some days I am half asleep, groggy, stumbling around, unsure of what to do, unsure of where to go, within that fog so to speak. I appear to be stumbling around between worlds.

I am releasing my hold on 3D and have already planted one foot in 5D. I have just lifted my other foot off 3D and am about to plant it as well on the 5D landscape. That makes me nervous. Because when I do plant that second foot, I say goodbye to 3D forever.

I am ready to do so, to say goodbye to 3D because I have nothing left to give that realm and there is no real grip there anymore for me to hold on to. I have to let go and swim with the 5D current I am already in. I am OK with that. I can trust this current. It is safe. And I clearly sense it is taking me where I want to go.

I know, I want to go Home to my Heart, out of this sphere of indictment so I can let go of that fearful, competitive realm in favor of this new safer version of Life, the one that bonds me to God – Thy Self.

I just want to be removed from all this turmoil and disengage from the 3D drama completely. I am ready to do that now because I am at peace with myself. I’ve decided to love myself and that brings me peace. Yes, I am ready to surrender to this process, to have more influence on my health, wealth and well-being, through communion with God, Source, All-That-Is.

I want to be in that space again, enveloped in the Great Creator’s arms, enjoying that blissful hug that brings me closer to Thy Breath, where I can inhale Your wind and fire and breathe it back into the landscape that surrounds me.

I want to breathe new life into this tired old Earth. I want to have Her heave and sigh, like a lover about to wake up refreshed. I want to bring her gifts of glory and peace. I want to be me, all that I am, and be Free. Yes, Free!

That amounts to total surrender, I realize, to the peace within, the energy and light that have carried me this far. Yes, I am tired. Tired! Tired! Tired! I’ve been waiting for so long, waiting for You to come to me – now realizing, it is I who must return to You.

I am the Prodigal Son/Daughter returning home to the loving arms of their Parent. I have ventured far and wide this lifetime, and discovered many wonderful things again, as much as one can carry in any one lifetime.

I have learned that the Heart is the true Gold in life and to which we must surrender, so we can safely traverse this next level of challenging terrain. This land ahead is marked “for your eyes only”, for those of us who have chosen to ascend. Ascension is the Now Season since we crossed that threshold back in 2012. I have ascended before, I am told, so I know the way apparently.

Yes, I can see up ahead. There is a light and it is I (Eye) gleaming in the distance. It is “I” that I return to, to complete this cycle of life/death/rebirth/life. It is “I” that I embrace as I reach that homeward station.  It is “I” that I receive when I stretch out my arms to welcome Me home. It is “I”. And I am each and every one of you whom I encounter on this road to paradise.

Yes, I’ve seen it all before. The signs are looking familiar again. There are lights coming on here and there to help me along, to glow in the dark until I am done fumbling about and can readily see for myself. There are more and more lights along this path now, like the landing lights at an airport. Impossible to miss at this point in the journey. Eyes (I’s) Forward!

I am guided by these lights. I am welcomed by them. And I am embraced by them as I touch down once again on this gentle soil of my own making. I am just another hunter looking for a way home. A familiar cry, some would say, but let this be my way to travel and exhibit all my gifts and abilities, woven together from a tapestry of grand desires. Yes, I want it all this time, the whole kit and kaboodle as they say. Nothing less will do.

Are you ready for service dear Lightworker / Starseed / Wayshower? Are you ready to address the concerns of others as if they were your own? Then step aboard this Glory Train and get ready to rumble. Things might get rough for a while, as we sort out the details of who was right and who was wrong up to this point.


About those so-called Mighty Men

“Don’t be scared of that bunch” guidance is telling us all as you cast an eye toward those mighty men who broke your world. “You trusted them and they let you down. Oh, they failed miserably and never had a chance really. Because they were crippled by the same fear that afflicted you, and that’s why they drove themselves to accumulate all they could, so much so, that they turned to gangsterism to gain what they decided was theirs for the taking. A veritable ship of fools!”

That’s how sick they were, and still are, those who practice this art form called deception. Self-deception is what it always amounts to. They are so far gone at this point; they have no idea what they really are, and much less of an idea about you and I. They are taking their well deserved tumble, and we came to watch. “How horrible is that?” one may say. “Who’s laughing now?” another may add. “How pitiful is that?” is the only viable conclusion.

These mighty men, they showed us what Not to Do, that the god of Money is no god at all, nothing more than an unsatisfied mistress who wants more and more and more, until you’re broken into little pieces and strewn all over the floor. House of Cards? Castles in the Sand? Take your pick!

What else can one say about these men? They are a sad lot indeed. Their power is gone. Their fraudulent business empires are crumbling. Their paper money is tattered and in shreds. What have they achieved? Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! They literally have nothing to show for all their accumulating, their avarice and their controlling addictions.

Hoisted by their own Petard, they are real victims here, because they failed at everything they tried! Why? Because a house built on lies is bound to fail. They erected the proverbial Castles in the Sand, that are doomed to be washed away with the next cleansing tide – which is You and I, my fine feathered friends, my fellow Lightworkers, Starseeds, Wayshowers and all around good folks.

We are that tide, beautiful Starseeds, glowing Lightworkers - Wayshowers of the New World. We, you and I, are that tide, here to wash away the “sins of the father”, clean up this galactic mess and restore Mother Earth to her natural beauty, peace and calm; so she can be the nurturer that she is and lover of all she embraces. Let’s be good to Mum this year, she deserves it.

Are you with me Lightworkers? Are you with me Starseeds? Are you with me Wayshowers? We are the ones we have been preparing for. We are the Galactic Federation Ground Troops and it is time to take up our positions within the Heart Space of God so She/He can work their magic through us. We are the answer to our prayers. Are you ready to rumble? Then let’s get crackin! What do you say???



Monday, February 2, 2015

Music in the Key of Soul

Music in the Key of Soul

by Iam Saums – 

The Conquest of Noise

It does not take an aficionado to observe the declining quality of contemporary music.  When we dare to explore the radio dial, we often find a barrage of noise attacking our ears and senses.  We may search for the message and our connection with it, though rarely are we able to enjoy or resonate with the songs or the frequency in which they are recorded and broadcast.  Where once we were empowered, inspired and happy in our listening, now we often experience the side effects of corpora-tized sound.
A hostile takeover has been executed with boardroom secrecy and precision.  It has nearly sacrificed the essence of music.  Initially it was the manipulation of the frequency in which music was tuned, performed and recorded.  Next it was the elementary, commercial, propaganda-laden lyrics influencing our listening, perceptions and lifestyles.  Then it was the incessant promotion of untalented people singing meaningless songs to distract us from the real issues in society and ourselves.  Now it is the control of the industry by the unoriginal few at the cost of the passion and creativity of the many.

An Uphill Battle

It has become exceedingly difficult for musical artists, i.e. singer/songwriters and composers, to find their audience and niche let alone succeed in the contemporary marketplace.  The industry has become an exclusive club of untalented and elitist entrepreneurs seeking instant stardom and financial windfall from engineered music that is here today, gone yesterday.  This has produced a system that has mirrored the pyramid schemes found most often in the corporate finance and business sectors.  Creativity and empowerment in music has been greatly replaced by popularity and profit.
The music industry is rigged.  To some degree it always has been, much like many other forms of artistic expression.  Creativity in music has become less about the art and more about what the artist is willing to sacrifice.  Hit singles and endorsement deals are the standards of success.  It is more about pushing corporate agendas then artistry.  The customary recipe for music is repetitive, trance-like lyrics that program explicit and subliminal messages to alter the thought patterns of the listener.  It applies mechanistic beats and multi-layered sounds more so resembling racket rather than music.
The common tuning frequency in music has been 440-hertz since the World War Era.  It was altered from 444-hertz to promote the energy of war and conflict.  The difference is less than a half step in diminished chromatic tuning.  The energy of 440-hertz is dark, chaotic, puts the listener on edge and can incite reactions of aggression, confusion and cognitive dissonance.  Most listeners of music, as well as the musicians that play it, do not possess a heightened awareness or understanding of frequencies.  The denser vibrations of music impose a forceful persuasion upon even the peripheral audience.

Revolution Reveals the Truth

Most artists and musicians have accepted the conditions of the industry, much like most human beings have adopted the rules and regulations of their society’s everyday reality.  Most are desperate, overwhelmed and willing to alter themselves and compromise their artistic integrity just to survive doing what they love.  Very few have been able to manifest their musical vision into its most pure and true expression.  Those that have, find it exceptionally challenging to gain the necessary attention, support and longevity to sustain their craft into a lucrative career.
The most vital and symbolic element in the dynamic of an artist’s successful creativity is their willingness to stand for, be confident with and share their expression.  It is a given in the contemporary climate of the arts that there are far more things against than are with them.  It isn’t merely their passion, desire or even the need to create and perform that can carry an artist to their melodious paradise.  It exists in their way of being and the energetic quality of their expression.  This is when the excitement, creative power and relatedness happens that allows musical artists to transcend the industry’s authority.

The Power of Expression

It may seem difficult to follow one’s vision in the process of writing, recording and performing music, yet it is as vital as our heart is to our body.  Each one of us received the blessing of life in this world.  Each one of us was given a voice and an avenue of expression.  The majority of us rarely discover ours, let alone convey it.  Our creativity isn’t just an ability or gift.  It isn’t even for the love or the freedom we experience while we are playing music.  It is our eternal life force made manifest.  It is our destiny articulated in sound.  It is who we truly are when we allow ourselves to be.
As artists, the measure of our creativity is in the declaration of our truth, purity and illumination.  In this age of contemporary music, it is very easy to be influenced by the external forces around us.  We may even catch ourselves unconsciously imitating the current popular melodies or beats we may encounter. Only our own true expression kindles our creativity, life force and energy.  It transforms our environment as well as our selves in our pursuit to expand our artistic being.

Who Feels It Knows It

All music is born from silence.  Everything that is creatively possible as music is first silence before it is transposed into sound.  The greatest music ever composed has had an evocative presence of silence to enhance its melodies, harmonies and rhythms.  The silence between the notes and beats have always expressed the enchantment and mystery of a song. Silence is the most overlooked yet powerful element in music.  It is in the silence where the soul of music is found.
Creativity is an eternal, multi-dimensional presence.  It plays the artist as an instrument in a communal exchange to become sound in physical reality.  However, the artist must be present and open to this force for it to flow through them and be expressed to its fullest potential.  This requires a great deal of de-programming and releasing what one has learned and believed to achieve an enhanced ability to feel and intuit.  This is the cornerstone of the transcendent relationship between the artist’s soul and the source.
Music is not something that we write and perform.  It is quite the contrary.  It is a stream of consciousness that moves through us when we have reached an enlightened expression of being.  All artists stand at the mouth of this current, yet we are not its source.  It is a sacred, ethereal bond we establish with our willingness and dedication to let go of who we think we are and become who we were meant to be.  It is not in the notes or even the instruments we play.  It is in the resonation of our soul’s harmony in concert with the melodic source of creation where music thrives in its purest and truest expression.
Music is the song of our soul.