Rising to the Occasion ... rather than sinking to the same old same

There comes times when one must
rise to the occasion
rather than sink to the same old same ... 

The leader who
focused on their life's problems
found a cure - a new way,
spent a lifetime
wrestling through the grime
to power and influence
- only to be overtaken
by circumstances anew,
challenges unseen and
unanticipated,
and a choice:
would they set aside
- perhaps for good,
their life's goal and work
- their dreams,
and ...

rise to the occasion
rather than sink to the same old same ... 

 

With acknowledgement of:   FDR, who did this twice - the second, World War Two, being flawed, but world changing, whereas the first, his polio, changed him;   Abraham Lincoln, who did it once;   Gorbachev, who oversaw the end of the Cold War;    Zelensky - who also did this twice, with the Russian invasion and the earlier COVID pandemic;   and Jacinda Ardern, who led her nation through the pandemic (which impacted on her planned massive changes) and coping with a mass atrocity. There are a lot of other great leaders, but many of those never had to change their life path so fundamentally, or faced what they knew they had to. And then there are the countless unknown people who do this all the time ...

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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A Withdrawal - A Rangers of the Inner Plane Story

It had been a routine patrol for the platoon of Rangers - until a surge of anger came at them. 

This part of the astral had developed fairly static sense of direction (and of a surface), and the anger had come from ahead. 

Jen sent a few triangles ahead to scout the source of the anger, and find out if it was justified (for example, if they were unwittingly intruding on sacred space that hadn't been identified by the pre-mission scouts). A few others covered the rear, sides, and vertical dimensions. 

And then blind rage had come in from all directions - a frustrated rage that had no known reason, but was no less important or powerful for that. Three Rangers wound up too nauseated or struck by headaches to continue, so a few other Rangers took them back to their base in a suburban home, and added to the telepathic report Jen's XO, Graham, had sent.

After a few minutes, they had a defence organised, and were able to identify specific people behind and to the sides who were raging. More importantly, they could see what they needed, and the healers got to work. Eventually, the only attack was from ahead, but was so intense that they couldn't work out what was happening - and the healers had gone with those they were working with. 

And now, with reduced forces at hand, Jen remembered that most of the Rangers with her had real life commitments. 

It was time for a withdrawal - but that had to be done safely. 

She asked Graham to send out a call for help from any others in the vicinity with the capacity to take this on. 

In the meantime Hen to turned to those who present. 

She had one triangle weave pink and a flute melody from their Base and Earth Star chakras into a thick solid rope, and then laid it down in an arc just ahead of them.

From two other Rangers she used a rain of green from Solar Plexus chakras to grow roots from the rope into the ground, to hold it in place. 

Another Triangle of Rangers generated miniature shields of purple from all their chakras and a hearty soup from their Solar Plexus chakras. Jen stacked them into an overlapping pattern just ahead of her, and then used her contribution - a wind of calm confidence - to push them out into a shield between them and the attack ... 

... and the relentless pressure eased. 

Graham drew her attention to those coming - a Valkyrie and others they had worked with before, and a Being who sent sparkles of gold out around the attack, then sent a beam of light - pure clear brilliance - down into the "ground", where it jumped into another dimension, travelled a short distance, and then exploded as patience, persistence and love from within those ahead. 

It gave them pause, and Jen heard the psychic message: "Go - go now! We have this." 

And they did - go, and those who stayed did "have this" - enough for two recruits to join the Rangers later.

 

 

*** 

Energy does not need to be worked with using only visualisations of colour - and real life commitments must be respected - indeed, honoured - if this sort of work is to be sustainable - and fair. 

 

If you liked this story, you can find past Rangers of the Inner Plane stories at: 

• “A Withdrawal - A Rangers of the Inner Plane Story”    https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2024/07/a-withdrawal-rangers-of-inner-plane.html  
  

• “A persistence project: bullies - a Rangers of the Inner Plane Story”  https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2023/12/a-persistence-project-bullies-rangers.html  
  

• “Ambushed - A Rangers of the Inner Plane Story”    https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2023/11/ambushed-rangers-of-inner-plane-story.html  
  

• “A Ranger's Operation”   https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2021/06/a-tangers-operation.html  
  

• “A Regiment of the Rangers of the Inner Plane Prepares”   https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2020/05/a-regiment-of-rangers-of-inner-plane.html  
  

• “A Ranger Plan”   https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2020/02/a-ranger-plan.html  
  

• “A Ranger Patrol”   https://musingsofkayleen.blogspot.com/2020/01/a-ranger-patrol.html   

Please note that these stories are being belted out to illustrate points/aspects of the sort of psychic work my main blog is about. If I had the time and energy, I would improve the storytelling and writing, but I have neither, unfortunately (despite being retired).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2007 - 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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Pariahs of mind, heart and spirit

Immature of mind,
fear-bound of heart,
twisted of spirit …
Those who play
with others’ lives, loves, and beingness
by misuse of power,
  of rumour, of insinuation
to cover their inadequacies
- they, and their willing tools,
are showing the worst
of the immature.
Their petty, twisted, bullying souls
- vindictive, offended at change, unyielding
are pariahs of mind, heart and spirit. 

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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To a demon of yore

What demons possessed ye
demon of yore
that you could twist the knife
and hurt me so?

You won
- or so it seem’d,
but I
in the long run
had the greater victory
of work and play, 
while you stayed shrivelled
and fearful inside.

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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The gated communities of one mind each

The world worships
the great lie
- that sameness
must be absolute
for all things good
- friendship, love,
belonging. 

The world's worshippers
of that great lie,
terrified of uniqueness,
of tiny eccentricities,
of their personal truths,
live a lie
- a fraud of heart and mind and soul
to create the
seemingness of sameness ...
in gated communities
flooded with terror - most absolute - of variance;
each of those in turn filled
with gated communities
each of one timid, quaking, cowardly mind;
each dedicated to denying divergence. 

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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Dreaming of The Moon

 

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My burden

Tho' blows may bear towards
those I love,
striving to drive
to a path of pain and loss,
I can bear the bludgeons instead,
and watch their lives
unfold to untold joys and hopes,
tho' I must bear the pain and loss. 

But there is no sappiness here:
just the glow of knowing I have spared
others a needless loss,
against which mine
is the lesser loss.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2024 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

NO AI I do not consent to any machine learning aka Artificial Intelligence (AI), generative AI, large language model, machine learning, chatbot, or other automated analysis, generative process, or replication program to reproduce, mimic, remix, summarise, or otherwise replicate any part of this post or other posts on this blog via any means. Typo’s may be inserrted deliberately to demonstrate this is not an AI product. Otherwise, fair and reasonable use is accepted under Creative Commons 4.0 on an Attribution-ShareAlike basis https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/