the feather of truth

It was only a myth that you bury your head in the sand, do you deliberately ignore or cosmic laws seek to understand. Taught by divinity, wings on each arm, ostrich feather on head, but first do no harm. Morality and justice, two concepts of Ma'at, holding the world in balance, yes it's a masters art.

But decisions already made, governed from the astral, digest the ruling, through the tract of the gastral. In harmony with Earth, for the betterment of all, the darker the shadow the harder the fall. It’s all been a game, but have you played your hand well, unsure of the outcome then time will soon tell.

What goes on down here, is conducted from above, but the two are aligned, like a hand in a glove. In an orchestrated world, the symphony of seasons, fine tune to the moment, no matter the reasons. Shifting of environment, climatic change, through cause and effect, our worlds rearrange. As light as a feather, respect for every thing, celestial river flowing, might make your ears ring.

Three stomachs, but no gallbladder or teeth, swallowing stones to grind food in chambers beneath. The Ostrich may be the fastest animal on two legs, but it also has endurance, so long distance it soon spreads. Speed and stamina, largest eyes on the land, able to See what the mind might not understand. Sleeping with eyes open, strangely appearing awake, ancient ancestors, another path they chose to take. Flight less, securely standing on two feet, threaten offspring or territory, her strength of legs you’ll soon meet. Queen of the birds, who loves the Earth more than Sky, field of reeds, afterlife when you die.

But no need to feel deflated, the Ostrich breathes in one-way directed flows, those looped Airways, fresh Air deep into the lungs goes. Breathwork and mindfulness, the two so intimately connected, through peace of mind those grateful thoughts collected. Sensations between eyebrows, the hall of impression, releasing over-thinking, clearer third eye progression.

Through positive gaze your eggs they hatched, focus the mind, for determination unmatched. Negative thoughts, they come and they go, like the tide of life, they ebb and they flow. What nest are you building in the parted soft sand and from where in the astral are you receiving command. But careful not to forget that you reap what you sow, for scattered seeds can birth beauty or horror show.

True love making, the cosmic womb she welcomed me to enter, moving through the cervix to the life creation centre. Where it's only the pure hearted, invited in to venture, the most sacred of Waters, a real thirst quencher. A wishing well, what would you like to blossom here on Earth, release your seed and together let's see it birth. Such a divine playground and yet so absent in its polarity, genetic engineering, lacking such sacred clarity.

But there are those who try and rule by greed and self-gain, a story that's repeats itself again and again. Judges once drew on their tongue, the feather of Ma'at, to speak only truth from the GI tract start. But too many these days foully speak from its rear end, the dark age of humanity and lies we're forced to contend. Still unable to see, what they keep insisting on doing, no courting or mating, just more mindless pursuing. We want it now, so give it to us, against her will, oh don’t make such a fuss. But creating from this toxic mindset produces a very different reaction, purify mind and heart for a more wholly interaction.

So to Ma'at, place the heart on the sacred scale, weigh it against feather from the Ostrich tail. Bring cosmic order to this Earth disorder, confessions of lives, unconscious mind recorder. While it's easy to run from the shadow, it always catches up with you in the end, after so many orbits of the Sun, the hall of Ma'at you might attend. But don't let your judgement come as a surprise, for natural laws help guide how to here humanise.

These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of Ostrich feather, unbeknownst to this being the spirit they are receiving. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And with cosmic harmony, the balance of light and dark restored, perhaps all that is true can no longer be ignored.