Hopelessness – Presence Of Light Talk
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15 Friday Dec 2017

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Well I just finished my Presence of Light talk on Humanity Healing / Facebook Live and I’m actually going to post it on the day of doing it. Yes, this is a 1st for me!


The whole process of this show and what comes through me is always an amazing journey each week and today was no exception.


YouTube Video link – Hopelessness

Yourlisten MP3 link – Hopelessness


I will just post the Show notes and Prayer which came through an hour before I went on the air and let you reflect quietly.


SHOW NOTES…


“At times it may feel hopeless.
That life is unforgiving. Breathe.
In the hopelessness of life, we find hope and promise.
We find strength.”
                                            ― Tania Elizabeth


What is hopelessness but a very deep inner sadness which feels insurmountable.


A deep inner struggle with choices which seem unreasonable and unresolvable.


A belief in separation or alienation from the true inner self.

Separation is in fact the energy of sadness both as cause and result.

We are now living in a physical world where separation is being broadcast daily though our news and how we react to differences which are in essence just a form of our lack of awareness.


We are continually being told who, what, when, where, and how to think and have been throughout our entire lives. However the problem now is that it is leading us to a deeper sense of not being able to trust our innate Conscious Awareness.


The Collective Consciousnesses of Humanity is being undermined which is all about the freedom to know and receive information which co-creates rather than selectively separates.


So how can we reverse this.


Let us try quiet listening to our thoughts as we banter back and forth of why we are not worthy or have made so many wrong choices that we are afraid to make another.

Allowing ourselves to have the freedom to ask for help from our  Source of Inspiration and Creator  knowing that it is we who judge ourselves more harshly and any other.


We sometimes refer to this darkness and depression as the Dark Night of the Soul and yes it is all of that.

It also repeats as we fail to address the real problem of our separation from Source… however you choose to honor that.


The Truth is that we can always choose LOVE over death.

We can liberate ourselves from this false prison of energy.

We can change everything in one moment of clarity.


The key for me was Surrender.

To whom or what is always the same as we are to surrender ourselves to the remembrance that we all have value or we would not be here.

Even the smallest speck of dirt or microbe has value and although it may not seem relevant or important it is a part of something so great that it shines brightly in our Solar System as Planet Earth.


We are seen as an amazing Life Form by billions of others who continually are encouraging us to see ourselves as the Divine Creators We are and live it to the fullest of our capabilities in Unity not separation.


Charlie Riverman Bergeron

Prayer for Hopelessness

Beloved Mother/Father Creator find my Heart
whisper gently into its cavernous presence
in soft and kind syllables of Love

Allow me to feel the warmth of your Breath
as the Spirit which calms the storms
and quells the ravaging seas of despair

Send to me in those moments of deepest despair
my precious family of Light to carry me
Across the dark abyss of emptiness

Allowing me to feel fulfilled in this Presence
which sustains us all in every moment
even when we have lost the will to carry on

I know I AM not worthless
I Know I AM not alone
I Know I AM only suffering for but a moment
and now choose surrendering to you
over continuing to struggle within my small self

May Your whispers now become the winds
which lift me gently above it all

To see with new eyes

Hear with new ears

And speak with a new tongue
renewing and instilling a greater faith in myself
based on non-judgement, forgiveness and compassion

Thank You for the freedom
to make choices now
which align fully
with my Divine Blueprint

Charlie Riverman Bergeron

Marvelous Women by Howard David Johnson

Posted by Rob Brezsny on fb

The Marvelous Women
by Mohja Kahf

All women speak two languages:
the language of men
and the language of silent suffering.
Some women speak a third,
the language of queens.
They are marvelous
and they are my friends.

My friends give me poetry.
If it were not for them
I’d be a seamstress out of work.
They send me their dresses
and I sew together poems,
enormous sails for ocean journeys.

My marvelous friends, these women
who are elegant and fix engines,
who teach gynecology and literacy,
and work in jails and sing and sculpt
and paint the ninety-nine names,
who keep each other’s secrets
and pass on each other’s spirits
like small packets of leavening,

it is from you I fashion poetry.
I scoop up, in handfuls, glittering
sequins that fall from your bodies
as you fall in love, marry, divorce,
get custody, get cats, enter
supreme courts of justice,
argue with God.

You rescuers on galloping steeds
of the weak and the wounded–
Creatures of beauty and passion,
powerful workers in love–
you are the poems.
I am only your stenographer.
I am the hungry transcriber
of the conjuring recipes you hoard
in the chests of your great-grandmothers.

My marvelous friends–the women
of brilliance in my life,
who levitate my daughters,
you are a coat of many colors
in silk tie-dye so gossamer
it can be crumpled in one hand.
You houris, you mermaids, swimmers
in dangerous waters, defiers of sharks–

My marvelous friends,
thirsty Hagars and laughing Sarahs,
you eloquent radio Aishas,
Marys drinking the secret
milkshakes of heaven,
slinky Zuleikas of desire,
gay Walladas, Harriets
parting the sea, Esthers in the palace,
Penelopes of patient scheming,

you are the last hope of the shrinking women.
You are the last hand to the fallen knights
You are the only epics left in the world

Come with me, come with poetry
Jump on this wild chariot, hurry–

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Image: Howard David Johnson, http://www.howarddavidjohnson.com/