Tools Of The Trade

The trade is Love, Healing, Energy Work, expansion of Consciousness. The tools are whatever helps you stay balanced and open to bless and receive.

With my Feather in my Hand

I will trap the lightness of the Hour

And with my Crystal at my Feat

My expansion will be Complete

With the pure Breath in my Lungs

I will recreate my Cells

And with Fire that I Build Anew

I will assemble a Holy Crew

Don't worry now the Hour

For we have traveled outside Space and Time 

It is the Mystery I hold right here Inside

Knowing so much Love has come to Abide

There is really nothing that can hold me Now

You see the Illusion has been dashed by my Power

Though they may think they still have a Grip

 I Laugh as from there grasp I quickly Slip

With my wand that I slowly Wave

They may think they've out smarted Me

But my Heart and Intuition are fifty moves Ahead

It's like their shoes have been filled with Lead

With my Stars right here with Me

And all my Ancestors and Friends at the Ready

How can they still think that they have Control

For it is Me, I now Know, it is I, my very Soul

No longer any point to their silly Games

Might as well close the door, turn off the Lights

For now I see right through them, time, and time Again

And we are gonna walk right over them, me and my Friends