Youthemeus

Because there are few things we can be sure of….

The Unbearable Weight of Truth

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The words which we don’t dare to speak,
Are the words that weigh us down.
The silent words that tell of pain,
Are those that help us drown.

The stories that we cannot tell
Are those that keep us bound.
The things that we can never say,
Will keep us in the ground.

The truths that can’t be said aloud,
Are those that stop our breath.
The sentences that set us free,
Unspoken, hasten death.

The darkness that we keep close by,
In the suffocating still.
The nothing we believe we are,
The void we never fill.

Though in the gloom; a spark! a breeze!
Of something simply kind.
A hand that reaches in the fire,
Bids us leave it all behind.

To tell our truth, to damn those lies,
Is to walk in light unknown.
The freedom that we yearn for now,
Grows the seed that hope has sown.

 

 

©youthemeus 2017

 

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The Air Harp

The AIr Harp

The air harp is the sound familiar to us all and sometimes we feel it reflected within our own heart.

Friday May 24th 2013

(Agape)
The “air harp” is multi-dimensional musical instrument. I use the term “air harp” so that you can understand it.

This instrument is huge bigger than your world, bigger than some (cosmological entities). It used to summon souls back to source; it is a magnificent instrument, played by those who are skilled in communication through this medium. Souls are called back to source when the remainder of their task that they have planned is complete. This may mean death or transmutation, depending on the environment or level at which they are currently existing.

The air harp is the sound familiar to us all and sometimes we feel it reflected within our own heart. This is not a sound to be afraid of, or a sound of doom; it is almost like the closing bell, the closing of a chapter. The sound reminds us that we must return once our task is complete. We are then ready to take on something new.

I call this thing the air harp but, really, it is a continuous sound throughout the Universe.  You may not always hear its note because you are not meant to. However, when you do, you will realise that at this time, your task has been completed. All souls incarnate or discarnate know the sound.

The air harp is depicted in much of your culture. When you think of the angels and their harps, this is a reflection of a distant memory. Choirs of angels singing, playing, the Heavenly Chorus, the song of the wind, the song of the sun, the song of life – these are all memories of the air harp. I wish I could give you a better name for this instrument, but my words through you are limited.

Today, I would also like to talk about incarnation and birth, something that you have had experience of; as have I.

We are both mothers and we are forever linked in a special way with our offspring. You know that in your heart there is a special place of pain in which you feel your child. However, (we) do not wish to remove that pain because it is our connection with our child. You love your children and seek to educate and nourish them, as do we. We are fiercely proud of our young and see them as being the future creators of good things. We do not view our young people as being inconvenient or a threat to us. Humanity has long regarded its passionate youth as being problematical; but you forget that this overflowing of youthful energy is just an expression of the life force.

You must learn to help the young people find outlets that are both positive and constructive, in order that they move into adulthood and maturity without any guilt from their youthful years. Do not seek to punish them for being young at a time (now) when you have forgotten how that felt.

If you can imagine the ocean as being where you need to step out into, imagine how it feels to face life in that way. You do not know if you will sink, you do not know what lies beneath. All that you know is that you will get wet. For young people, the experience of getting wet is part of the fun.

For older people the wondering what is on the far shore can be all that we observe in you. Perhaps it is time to splash rather than to grimly swim towards a place of safety. If you do not allow yourselves to enjoy the water, you will hurry to the distant shore and remove yourselves from the ocean as quickly as possible; resenting the feeling of being soaked in life. We would like to tell you how much more meaning you can take from your situation if you allow yourself to soak up all that is around you.

For today, that is all that I wish to share. It has been a pleasure to connect with you in this way.

We look forward to meeting with you soon

(Youthemeus) Can you tell me when that might happen?

(Servo)

If I answer that for you, you will be in a state of expectation. This is not a very conducive environment for us to make a connection. We would rather you keep yourself in a state of welcoming and happiness.

We will meet soon, but there is no rigid time or fixed date. Just allow yourself to expand, create and welcome all new things in your life.

We wish you well and leave you with Peace.

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Always play the song of your heart

Always play the song of your heart!

Always play the song of your heart!

(Servo 7 May 2013)

 

Be all that you can be.

You are your journey.

You are as beautiful as a diamond, as brilliant as a diamond; with as many facets.

All parts of your life can be seen through a different facet, and look different to people on the outside.

Your true nature is what is inside the diamond, which is the light that comes from all the different facets. Sometimes you feel out of place, like the huge inflatable duck in the middle of Sydney Harbour; when you get those feelings enjoy the laughter, joy and ridiculousness of the situation.

 

It is wonderful to view the world from the top of the mountain, but it is also important to look at what is at the foot of the trees. Only in considering the whole of the picture do you fully understand.

Birds see things from above but they have very good eyesight, so they can pick out things that are important to them. Although it may seem that they have a broad view, their view is actually narrowed down to what they need to see.

Worms cannot comprehend what goes on beyond their own world but, without them, without their limited view, things would not be sustained. Life would not churn over.

 

There is wisdom in trees, there is patience, and there is longevity. Take the time; listen to the trees, laugh and sing. When we associate with the trees, we feel like we are the same as the trees; strong, patient and loving.

(The trees say,) “we want to love you, we want to play. We want to provide shade so that you can sit underneath us. We like it when you spend time with us, but we are equally happy when we are on our own.

There is music in the forest, if only you would wait to hear it! Don’t rush through. Spend some time with us. Spend some time with us! Sit down, lean against us. Listen to the music. There is music in the forest; beautiful forest-song.

Even the single tree on the plain has a song. From the excited chatter of the saplings and the young trees, to bass, deep, rich notes of the old, old trees; everything in nature has a song. The trees have a song.

If only you could hear nature: if only you could hear the voices of the fish talking to each other, the stones talking to each other, the mountains talking to each other. In the Universe there is a cacophony of noise, but all of it in harmonious accord, even the noises that man has brought!

There is a place for every tone in the Universe chromatic. It is your hands upon the keyboard, your hand that plays the tune. You don’t need to read music to be able to produce a beautiful tune. Play the song of your heart; always play the song of your heart.

Open your heart. Open your heart to the earth; open your heart to the song of the earth. Everything in this Universe is based on that song; one song, our song, your song.

This is what it means; this is the vibrational frequency. It’s not complicated, it’s not difficult to understand.  Just as a gentle breeze seems like a tinkling melody from somewhere far away, so the crashing of the ocean provides the percussion; and each individual voice and note proclaims Love, proclaims Joy, proclaims Beauty.

The sound of your heart adds to that song perfectly.
We are all just colours of the rainbow, songs of the Universe. We are all part of a whole and the whole is part of each one of us.

Play with the dolphins, play with the raindrops, play with the feathers, and play with the children. Feel joy. Feel love. Feel freedom in that love.

Sing your song. Sing your song and the Universe will join in. The Universe is never silent; it is just that you didn’t know how to hear it. Now you do and you will never be the same again.

(You could) build a waterfall out of cheese, make an umbrella out of clouds, wear a cabbage hat – it doesn’t matter! Nothing matters, only that you sing your song.

We hope that this had made you smile and also touched your heart.

We love you.

We send you roses.

We send you roses.

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Hey You! Peek-a-boo!

I see you!

In the beginning there was laughter.

Let us think about that for a minute.

 We were all jubilant as we began our soul’s journey.

Singing songs of love and joy, we began our voyage.

All of us knew we had hard paths ahead of us, but we set off with happiness and enthusiasm. We carried the gifts of love, laughter and courage with us as we embarked on our adventure.

 Somewhere along the way, we seem to have forgotten our true joyful nature.

We have forgotten that we are made to laugh as well as cry.

To rejoice as well as mourn.

We have overlooked the fact that by taking ourselves too seriously, we miss the fun in life and the lessons therein.

When did we stop playing peek-a-boo?

It is time to reconnect with that wonderful energy; that deep, abiding happiness that forms and drives us.We need to allow ourselves time and space to play with the joyous light that is inside us.

 This is who you are.

This is what you are made of.

This joyful, loving energy is what your soul consists of.

More than anything, recognising that we are all filled with this magnificent joie de vivre is the easiest way to connect with others.

When we reach out with love and cheerfulness, we find that others react positively to us.

This is in much the same way as a child melts your heart with a smile and causes you to join in with that infectious, unrestrained laughter.

Greet people in your life with a great, big grin and see what reaction you get.

It is contagious!

Joy is the cradle of life.

We are nurtured by it.

When we connect with true joy, we find that love, happiness and courage follow along, too.

Fill your world with giggles rather than gripes, chuckles rather than complaints and beaming smiles rather than sulks and grimaces.

Celebrate all that is inspirational, amazing and moving.

Life is short and dazzlingly beautiful

 Now, go and have some fun in this world.

You can do it. You are made of laughter.

Peek-a-Boo!

I see you!

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Joy to the world. But how?

joyjoyJoy to the world?

We have been thinking about how we can inject more joy into the world.
It seems reasonable that we could siphon it from playgrounds or tap it from oft-climbed trees.
Realistically, what might be a good idea is to distil the very essence of childhood.
We could connect children to a Joy-Malizer™ by means of a Fluff-o-Matic scooper. In this way, we would be able to gather some of their natural supply of joy in a non-intrusive manner.
It should not leave the children lacking, as they do seem to be able to create more of it every single day.
Perhaps we could put in a place a “Joy Donor” system.
All healthy children under the age of eleven are encouraged to donate a giggle and a half on a bi-monthly basis. We do not suppose a child would miss six giggles a year and those given could easily be re-grown after a few days.

The donated joy could then be distributed to those most in need.
We would like to propose that the neediest are those whose joy supply is running low, rather than those who are totally without happiness. For these cases, more than just a direct joy donation is necessary. Infusing pure joy into a barren, bleak and empty space would be futile, like dripping a bead of ink into the sea.

It would be more effective if those who have received a joy top-up (Play As You Go™) could help the joyless to cultivate a fertile soul in which the seeds of contentment could be planted. They could achieve this by means of showing those gloomy souls brightly coloured feathers, singing them French nursery rhymes and taking them on outings to waterfalls or rabbit warrens. These activities naturally increase one’s sense of gladness by means of funsmosis.

Once the joyless have been brought up to a level somewhere between gladness and satisfaction, small amounts of joy could be dripped into them to see if they reject the donor joy or assimilate it into their true-self.

In extreme circumstances, a desperate, joyless one could get an emergency dose of joyfulness direct from source. However, this would mean being exposed to a laughing toddler for ten minutes – not recommended for the faint of heart or those with a wiggly stomach.

Joy donation is still in the early stages of development and the Fluff-o-matic Scooper is proving problematic. The technology has a long way to go before it is reliable and we are endeavouring to stop it making strange “spoinking” sounds. In the meantime, it is therefore advisable to take preventative measures to ensure that you are not left with low levels of happiness and and empty chuckle-buckets.

It is suggested that, in order for adults to avoid the need for joy transfusions, all those over the age of eleventy-teen spend at least three minutes (daily) pulling faces at themselves in the mirror. If possible, this should be combined with puddle-jumping and loud whistling (weather permitting) at weekends.

Further updates, when available, will be published.

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