8 Years After 2012

A great change has entered all planes of vibration within the human interdimensional experience of ever expanding light. We are being called to inspect the meaning of the number 8, and its significance in cycles. For in unraveling your own cycle, you will know the cycle of the heavens and in so align with the harmonious energy of synchronicity at the heart of every star.

Are you finally ready to shine? Is it true that you have reached a lovely culmination point of transformation these past few years? If so light warrior, the numbers ask now, what will you do on your way to 10? Being the number of completion, how will you spend these next two years? As the world dances in this liminal space of change, what foundations within and without are calling for your attention and action in order to help them solidify as manifestations on the 3d plane of reality? Together we will hear the whisper of spirit and sing a new song upon the Earth.

I can hear the core of your heart asking why ever did it take humanity this long, and I know all of your answers are within. For humanity and its secret ways of being, are no secret to another human being. Shall we find the courage to walk away from our distractions that hinder our ever expanding light in all dimensions and planes. As we free each other from blame, and release guilt from our own hearts, so then will we be ready to be the change we have always wanted to see unfold in our world.

The veil is thin now. Meditate, pray, love, and guide those of us who are becoming new ancestors sweetly home with the song of your awakened third eye.

Everything in creation can hear you sing that way.

With so much love and light,
Medicine Sensei Kevon Simpson

What To Do When ‘Role Model’ Picks You

“I didn’t sign up to be anybody’s role model” – Some Free Spirit

Sound familiar? Hey there free spirit, yeah you. What did you think following your dreams passionately to completion was going to do ? How could you have ever made the mistake of thinking that no one was paying attention to the starlight falling from your eyes? How could you be so amazing and miss that you are like the sky another heart looks up to as it lays on the grass feeling the peace of a summer breeze your words travel upon? In a world designed to trap and conform, how dare you believe that no one saw you rattle the cage open with your bleeding teeth and bare hands? How in the world are you still smiling after all that? Hats off to you my friend, with the soul light that nothing can tarnish.

It is time to embrace the next level. And this will mean accepting the mask of role model. Know that the mask weighs both a ton and is as light as a feather. Know that the world will demand that you walk on water with joy, we live through your brave attempts with no fear of appearing foolishly nieve. The way you breathe under water is so inspiring that see here, feathers have grown where rib cages used to be, and with those that have fallen from your heart – I have collected ever so carefully. I use them to sage another’s frown until it becomes a smile.

Sometimes I tell them how afraid you were to leap off the edge, you know, but not to like…embarrass you or anything, but as if to say “Proof!” In a world where so many do not believe in who they are, you are like a diamond to me, to us all, and you can’t stop now because it is only, the beginning. Reward? Ha! This is not about you silly, it’s about us. Purify your intent, under the mask if you must, because we already believe in you, and no mistake you have made that allowed unworthiness into the vibration of your being, is stronger than Love.

This Is A Call To Action. Respond, knowing fully that you are supported by all that is.

 

Thank You HIV

Can you say it with me? “Thank you H.I.V” It’s a tough one I know. For now I can only say it with the emotions in my heart, on the tip of overflow. For now, saying that doesn’t make complete sense. It’s so much easier to just be angry – to fall into the vibration of the victim. People have asked me, or implied, “Have you come to terms with the dangerous things you did to catch it?” Without knowing anything about my life. What did I do? Enjoy a body I was meant to enjoy, while looking for love in all the wrong places? Has no one else ever done that? Do you really think it is your perfect behavior that protects you? We will all, age, get sick, and die. That is life. This is just my version of life, in this body, and part of the reason why I have this virus, is because I can get others to understand the weight of it with the use of my words. For there are many with it, who can not communicate it THIS way.
 
See my strength as I walk with this, and pull from it the strength you need to make it through your tough spots as well. I promise, I don’t mean to giggle at some of the problems people come to me with. All hearts hurt the same. It is about rising above the blame. It is about deciding to shift out of the vibration that kills your will to survive. During my dietas at Spiritual Dimensions in Padrecocha, Iquitos, Peru, the most difficult part of my process was seeing the soul contract I have with this virus. In some sessions I was able to see the cellular structure of it with Ayahuasca, how it operates in the physical body and shifts the emotions. In another session, in a plane of love, light, and messages from beyond duality, beyond ideas of good or bad, I saw the dance of the virus and my soul before taking this body. I am still trying to make sense of it. Hard as it is to accept at times, this is in divine order.
 
And so I say Thank You H.I.V for helping give me an experience of a lifetime, for without you being in my blood the dream of a lifetime would not have existed, because my other struggles were not enough to make my people want to help on that level. Not the homelessness, not the skin, not the sexuality, not the posts almost everyday despite it all, not almost getting killed in my own home two years ago, and certainly not the suicidal thoughts in the weight of it all. Do you really think that I am always smiling?
 
So thank you H.I.V for snapping the compassion out of the heart of my community so deeply. So that I can stand in all that I am, and for the first time in life, not feel the energy of jealousy or envy being sent my way in waves. These abilities, these gifts, this light, is the only way I can carry these burdens – yes plural – and make you really believe I am walking on privileged lucky air. No one looks at me like “Why does he have so much?” anymore.
 
Indeed it is a relief.
 
#ayahuasca
#integration
#kevoninspires
#hiv

Morning Meditation Message 25

“In our interactions with others, gentleness, kindness, respect are the source of harmony.” – Pocket Buddha

Sometimes the messages come from people in our lives that we are not ready to hear the message from. We form many reasons in our minds around why we should or should not listen to someone and act upon those reasons. Even if we are not making an outward display of our true feelings around what someone is sharing with us, our actions reveal the truth over time. We can’t figure it all out on our own, and not every divine message is going to come from a soft voice. There are times when we must be shaken so deeply to the core of our beliefs that we no longer have the strength to hold on to the ones that are not in the spirit of creating a better life for oneself and humanity. Sometimes the words can be triggering, but if you tap into the meditative practice of deep listening, you can hear the message underneath what one may even call aggressive communication. Let’s face it, not everyone in our world has worked on communicating the way you like it to be. Only you can do that. At times it’s not even the fact that the other person is communicating aggressively that is the problem. It is that you are so used to communicating with yourself aggressively, that the interpretation of someone else doing that to you is unbearable. It is as if your heart says “I do that quite well to myself already and I can’t take another ounce of it.”

So why let negative self talk continue? How can you set yourself free or be open to nourishing things if you can’t love yourself in your own mind? I really do mean loving everything that has happened to you, and loving even more your ability to transcend it all. You don’t have to interpret your life experience as broken. The interpretation of brokenness invites more of the life situations that create it by nature of activating the plane of thought and emotion that inevitably leads to physical manifestation. A belief in your wholeness will manifest situations that reflect it back to you. You will hear words you weren’t open to listening to before, simply because they were coming from a direction or a voice you did not want or expect it to come from. You will move beyond your ego so much, that you will even be able to listen to the parts of you that you miss. The inner child who believed in possibilities, the inner child who found play in the middle of wars, the inner child in you who creates joy effortlessly. To change your life, you must change your thoughts, and you can do so by meeting yourself with gentleness, kindness, and respect. Then you will naturally give the same to others. Self harmony = World harmony.

Your life does not have to look like anyone else for you to feel good about it. Love life. You are it, and so is the messenger. See the light beyond form, and remember the power of our souls. You are the fluid light of love eternally flowing, visiting a human body for now. Use your time wisely.

Morning Meditation Message 23

We come home and lock our doors. We leave and lock our doors. Everywhere is the automatic practice of protecting ourselves from the ever pressing realization that we can not trust our neighbors. This protection has become automatic. This protection has become an accepted part of everyday life. This way of being has made its way into the hearts of billions of people, a collective consciousness that practices fear – that justifies it via the evening news. You see, it is up to us to feed our hearts and minds something else, the possibility of unfolding a new paradigm. A world where we don’t have to lock our doors, or our hearts. Inspect the speed at which you lock people out – how you pretend no one is home. That way of being is connected to how you refuse to answer your phone when a wounded friend calls. Someone else’s pain is the needle point that bursts your heart so that compassion may flow as golden honey from it. Wouldn’t you love to find out just how sweet you really are when you aren’t slamming your doors shut? Behind the door is your pain, that secret wound you want no one to see, but in the waves of unseen vibrational expressions of the heart, there are no secrets. Intuition is original sight, love the pain out of the world, and allow the world to love the pain out of you.

Mindful Shaman

Eyes wide open,
not knowing they’re asleep,
so many prefer the token,
compassionate tears I weep.
 
Saying “he’s too sensitive”
but see, it is not so.
I just love you so deeply,
show up for your show.
 
See how they wait,
clapping before you arrive,
set your sight straight,
alive but not alive?
 
My goodness, much has happened,
and I know that happened too,
but excuses are excuses,
time to see you.

Kevon Simpson ©2016

Recipe: Becoming a Wild Flower in a Paved World

You will need a few things
and you have none of them right now.
Read that lie again, and erase it from your mind.
That is step one, overcoming the lie
that you are not enough.

Skipping that step,
will burn everything before you begin.
You are not clever enough
to thwart the laws of manifestation,
and why would you want to?
To prove what? That you are alone?

See your self-masochism for what it is.
The universe is you,

Stop denying your own support.

Because you hurry through so much
I find pleasure in repeating my lines
a sentence is easier than an incarnation
so I write to remind you
and to free my soul.

See your self-masochism for what it is.
The universe is you,

Stop denying your own support.

The time between steps varies
from wild flower to wild flower.
The past serves only as compost.
A summer bloomed orchid
and a plastic house plant
will never be alike.
Celebrate the real in you,
let rotting things rot,
and allow the melting of the facade.
Open the window of your eyes
and let the stinging soot out,
allow it not to cloud your future anymore.

You must find the other hippies.
Listen to what they have to say.
Some have grown up,
and stopped wearing their flowers,
they conformed out of safety,
but they give themselves away,
via the hope they still have for the world.
They are the first to help in a disaster.
They can’t help it. Thank God.

Broaden your concept of God,
to fit more than the people,
who look just like your tribe.
All humans look alike,
stop killing our rain forests
and its animals.

And now for Step 2
This thing here we call life,
is all about you,
and indeed the butterfly too.
Finish the rest of this poem,
with the delicate actions of your life.

Let Bake for an entire age.

Serving Size: Planetary.

Kevon Simpson 2015©

Grandma’s Combs

Those cheap little combs
their teeth stung you know
little vampires of the scalp
nap eradicators they were
all for just 99 cents
back when gum was a penny
the sugar never lasted
eat another one fast
this comb has missing teeth
grandma says my mouth
will suffer the same fate
but this gum is so good
and so cheap like this grease
naps so tight they need water
I don’t unravel easy
sting of scalp plucked
bald chicken bravery
deep fried soul
tender and juicy heart
that metaphor was stupid
but you get it
tired of being too careful
thick brows trimmed
photo-shopped thoughts written
too careful without the mistakes
the comb loses more teeth
grandma dies
I remember her laugh and sneeze
so damn loud
Hurricane Gilbert loud
a Jamaican reference
yes I am that too, spiced
curry and ginger
warrior blood simmered
finger still on trigger
birds are too beautiful
to be wild they say
the vapor of clouds
taste like jet plane exhaust
this is supposed to be
going somewhere
but it isn’t really
like the parts of myself
I keep chewing off
to be perfect
sloppy life, sloppy words
no meter, chaos
all beautiful
I’ve stopped combing
through myself
with a fine tooth
comb
such sweet room
to  b  r  e  a  t  h  e
I miss you Granny.

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

Help

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

So, we disguise how we need people
With clever little games
Do this and do that for me now
Confusing all the names

Who is it that is owed, if everything is one
Who made the palms of hands
Perhaps that which made the drums
You are harmony made of rhythm
Pretending you don’t need music
So, alone in silence you sit and sulk
Just about to lose it

Blaming all the world
For every problem you face
Still, my compassion remains infinite
A divine gift of grace
I didn’t come to harm you
I only came to care
Now you send those broken wounds
Launched through silent air

How is it that you think
The energy was missed
I know you need me too
For you, a silent  kiss
Blown from hand
In the realm of thought
where all things begin
The reason why you lose
Too focused on the win
The sideways secret game
To get more than you give
Taking food from another
Expecting them to live

You don’t see the pain you cause
Only what’s done to you
How can you let anyone in
With a barbed wire point of view

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

Morning Meditation Message 16

We’ve forgotten how to be on top of one another, which was once an integral part of our survival as a species. We migrated with little room for sleep, everything we owned on our backs, and now we can’t even sit on the crowded train together. We have lost our way, traveled miles away from the truth. What is the truth? The fact that we need each other. The fact that you choose lonely and really want love is masochistic. Stop killing yourself. Love calls all the missing pieces, reminding each that it is important. The language is love, light, and sound. It is what you feel, what you see, and what you hear. A little noise is not going to hurt you, and a little touch is not going to hurt you. When was the last time you abruptly bumped into yourself and wanted to be with you – that sweet frightening beauty that you are? It is time to remember that you are one with it all. Stop being annoyed by the small things in the mess you have created of your own life. It is okay, we have all made a mess of our lives, and the planet. Together we remember, together we take action. Step one is to remember by waking up, step two is to clean, step three is to ask for help. Change the order if you must. The formula is non-linear. This is all happening too fast to cry. Too fast to cry. Too fast to cry.