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Walk On

Posted in: Quotes & Poetry by Pamela on January 26, 2011


The most amazing things have encountered my being over a very short period of time. Time?
We have all the time in the world to get it right.
I am so happy to now becoming ‘aware’ of many things that I’ve known within and all along.
That I struggled all my life to bring forth in language to share? I wobbled alot.
That’s what energy does when it shifts. It feels like a wobble in the temple body. It will not remain confined.
It likes to move, yet, absolutely understands coherency and calm.
I was caught and knew it. All my life, up until the last few years, could not figure out why or how?
Questioning, doubting, wondering, bouncing from the left to the right.
Confusing not being able to make up my mind ~ Is it this, is it that?
I was a chameleon growing up and a people pleaser. I wanted to be liked.
To conform and be accepted, I had to believe what others believed, or so it seemed?
From the path I knew in my heart, and the walk in our world that separated this ‘knowing’.
To be free to ‘be’. To experience One’self’ in form, from the formless Ocean of Pure Energy.
All of us are caught up to varying degrees.
In a world without judgements and comparisons, this would be quite an easy walk.

The walk I am on, apparently had written that at this particular time Pamela was to take another quantum leap.
Or rather a Flying Fall 12 feet from a loft in the garage onto the floor of concrete.
Upon the skull that doth did fracture, causing disruption within the brain once sitting minding its own business.
The storm was awakened, the lightning strikes …
Changing direction and patterns in the ever evolving ebb & flow of existence.
How ironic, how utterly profound, and even more beautiful, in how I now see this journey we call ‘Life’.
There are many paths to understanding. One is dying and coming back.


“Do not ever be afraid to experience. Just know when to drop off the excess baggage.
For how can one fly when ones mind weighs so heavy with fear.”
pamela leigh richards

“Nature is our Greatest Ally. Nature is our Greatest Teacher. God is in Everything.
The god particle. Get to know it. Get to know thy’self’.”
pamela leigh richards

I always add to these postings. They too, are ever-changing, like the fractals of Life in its e-ternal-motion.
Like an artist that begins with a canvas and paints a colour here, and a colour there.
Then walks away to come back another time.
How kind it is to share a bit more of one’self’ …
In projecting visions from the palette of her mind.


“Breaking Free. The doors are opening for all to see. Life is a most magnificent Journey.
Let Go & Let your’self’ Be.”

“With the strength of my heart and the feathers of my voice,
These shall carry me on the path I came here for.”
~ pamela leigh richards


“If I bow to anything, it is to the strength of the humbled heart ‘within’,
Admiring the courage of the journey of the many.”
pamela leigh richards


What one calls an enemy, I have not.
An enemy is just a big bully. The difference between the name calling
Is the Bully has a heart and can be taught, the enemy is a matter of created thought.
Change your mind environment, Change the Versal environment.
Change your tune. Change the song being sung.
It is all a matter of mind. What form of matter would you mind?
Love has no separation. Bring balance to both sides of the equation.

Shhhhh Listen. Nature is our greatest ally.
She is waking up too. She has had enough of what humans can do. It is time.
To step back & do the drastic. Be different. Be the One who calmly steps out of line.
You are a Living Temple. Your Third Eye ‘within’. It is time, to make time. Let Go and Soar in Calm.
Create a new habit. Change your mind environment. Expand your awareness and do the different.
Know that you will always have wings to fly and soft landings, no matter what.


To my family and one and all. This is a message and a prayer.
The message is that my travels taught me a great truth.
That we all have … and what everyone is searching for … Yet, few ever find.
The one thing in the world that we were born with to love forever …
One’self’.
From the great blue and mysteries beyond we come.
One who is rich in simple treasures … ‘self’-made, ‘self’-taught.
The One’self’s harbour, her forever home.
Where no wind or trouble … or even a little death can knock down this house.
The prayer is that everyone in the world can know this kind of love and be healed by it.
When this prayer is heard …
Then there will be an erasing of all guilt, all regret, remorse, pain, suffering …
And an end to all anger.
Please, hear this voice ‘within’ …
And then …
One’self’ can walk the Earth in peace again.
Spread this like wildfire without the burn.

“I ask you to look inside your’selves’ and find the answer for your’self’.
It is not a matter of question anymore. It is merely a decision to act without ‘thought’.
To hold onto the moment that ever touched your heart and made you feel.
To hold onto the moment where everything was up to you. Where you fell into your own Heart.
Carry this moment with the Power of Love and let it grow.”
~ pamela leigh richards

May It Be. It Is Already Happening.

“Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved through understanding.”
~ Albert Einstein

Images: Source unknown

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May 3 2017.
I had a choice to take my life, or better my life.
I chose self betterment.
Meditate on this and only love remains.


I was just notified my 89 y/o father died, just three days ago, April 30th, somewhere in Mexico.
Mind you, he was not on vacation.
This story involves excessive abuse and preying upon a vulnerable elder.
I so want to share every step of this story,
from beginning to end from March 2014 to April 30,2017…
however for now, I feel to share a ‘brief’ until there is final closure.

Note to everyone: Stay close to your precious loved ones and elders.
Do background checks immediately on any stranger coming into a family fold.
Especially with a vulnerable one.

I watched my beloved father begin to deteriorate as early as 2010.
He was having mild strokes, had two diabetic comas,
once fell backwards like a dead tree, landing on his head onto concrete, another 911 call.
His memory loss was increasing, and signs of Alzheimers/Dimentia were becoming apparent.

What transpired in the course of thirty one months is something out of a horror movie,
hitting hard like an unseen guillotine, and never saw it coming.
Around March 23, 2014, a woman, we shall call her D.E. (in her early 80’s),
swept in like a vulture preying upon a highly vulnerable man,
slipping in like a slithery snake from the crevices of an online dating service.
This is how they met.
Just a couple of weeks later, on April 12, 2014, they went on a cruise to Mexico.
Then she left him for a few months, returning into his life on July 27th.
Something very critical to this story happened on July 27th. Will detail later.
On September 9, just forty three days later they got married.
Once married, like a predator grifter the isolating tactics began.
She was devious, calculatingly cold and cunning in her swiftness.
She removed my fathers computer and phone so he had no contact with the outside world,
nor could anyone reach him, only but through her.
Even banning one of my fathers very near and dear long time Air Force buddy’s from seeing him.
Very cruel to do this and my father never knew what she was doing behind his back.
She was brainwashing him, manipulating and exploiting with undue influence.
She began going through all of my fathers financial affairs ~ changing everything.
My father was under her wicked spell and I could not reach him. It was simply terrifying.
D.E. fooled me into her graces saying “you’re the daughter I never had.”
One of her hobbies was ‘flipping’ houses in real estate.
The family home was sold Oct 14th and a ‘fixer upper’ was bought and moved into Oct. 15th.
On move-in day I receive a phone call from her shouting “Don’t ever call me again!”
On November 7th, D.E. filed an ‘Order of Protection’ on this daughter for no good reason,
other than to further isolate me from my vulnerable father for one year,
while she did her dastardly deeds.

This woman is one of the wickedest people I’ve ever met, and my father is now dead.
Dying in a foreign country, alone, without any family or long time familiar friends with him.
She had him cremated in Mexico and has his ashes. More questions I have.
I found out he is to be buried at Arlington National Cemetary.
Strange because he already had 5 plots purchased for the family in 1984,
at Greenwood Memorial Lawn in Phoenix, Arizona, after the murder of his young son.
And where his wife of almost fifty years is buried.

I was my fathers ‘wingman’. This person snuck in and took him down.
This has been nothing short of experiencing what a form of hell might be like.
It took the wind out of my sails and had many moments of losing the will to breathe.
The final ‘shock’ was my only other sibling, an older brother, sided with her.
She paid him off, and he took it, leaving his sister in the dust.
He actually helped keep me from my father, all for money.
Now I hear my brother has liver cancer.
I love my brother so much.
I feel deep sorrow that he surrendered to doing this.
He actually sat across on the other side in Court, with her, against me,
while our father was crying out for help, lost and vulnerable. and I could not reach him.
Desperately heart wrenching.

The irony? The first experience of losing a loved one, my younger brother, Robert,
I said to my family; “no-one else is going before me because I can’t go through this again.”
Every one in my family is gone now, albeit yet my older brother, tragically.

The details are vast and can only share part of it now,
and I will share it because I know this is not just one story.
It is one of millions and I wish to help others by letting them know they are not alone,
and how does one come through such tragedy to heal? Well, we certainly don’t stay quiet about it.
Stay close for this story is one that will be written in one of the books I’m writing.

Another cryptic irony in this case that I just re-discovered.
An email from my father dated April of 2014.

Some background to it:
I sent my father some photos of his granddaughter, my daughter Ali,
from a music festival she attended in April, 2014.

It was his reply that I am now looking at with cryptic surreality.
He replied to ME, thinking he was talking to his daughter Ali,
and signed it “Rich”, not “Papa” as he normally would have.
Clearly showing his vulnerable state of mind.

Here is the cryptic chronology:
March 23, 2014: My father just met D.E. from an online dating service.
April 12, 2014: They went on a Cruise to Mexico for one week.
April 22, 2014: Date of email exchange just after they returned.

HIS REPLY:
From: Carl Richards [Rich]
To: Pamela
Date: April 22, 2014 10:53:43 AM MST

“Thank you, Ali, You are turning into a beautiful young lady.
I only wish I could be around to see what you will look like at age 30.
My best wishes to you, always. Rich”

April 30, 2017: My father dies in Mexico. Just under 3 years after writing this email.
Jan 3, 2017: Ali turned 29 years of age.
My father died nine months shy of Ali’s 30th birthday.

D.E. won’t tell me how my father died, but I will tell you how he lived.
At the same time in my growth from this,
I found an equal balance for myself to this kind of human behavior,
and what it means to be a human being.
I stand in the middle within, in order to continue.
With heavy heart ~
A most interesting thing happened though on Sunday the 30th?
I felt this energy pour through me like a whispering breeze,
along with the sense of my father immediately.
I know it was him. So surreal. He is now free.
The celestial skies just gained another star,
and he’s shining with my mother Annis Elaine, brother Robert, and his beloved sister, Marion.
This woman may have my father’s ashes,
though he came to me in spirit, leaving Earth on final flight.
Meet you daddy in the middle of forever, your loving daughter, Pamela


This page was originally created back in January of 2011.
It was a dedication purely to my father for our shared love of flying, and my love for him.
I am happy he enjoyed it while alive. Little did I ever know his life would end like this.



Fly For The Love Of It. Not the Fight of It. This ones for you daddy, I love you!
A pilot, Carl Sidney Richards (Tango) who flew for the love of it,
and this love remains in his heart today.
It was his dream. It is the love of his life. It is a dream he achieved.
It is a dream of flying, metaphorically and skyway speaking that I believe in,
and share with him eternally.
My dream is that we open a new door, and those who fly in war …
Turn those birds around and come home.

“I adore quality vs. quantity. Patience over haste. Heart over matter.Truth over waste.”
“What you don’t believe in evaporates.”

“My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien,
still a stranger to the ground, I am home.”
~ Richard Bach 1963

The military term “Stand Down” describes the movement of soldiers in combat
To a safe place for rest and recovery.

I think this world needs a rest don’t you?
Fly For The Love of It ~ Not The Fight of It.

“The soaring pilot makes an aerial excursion, not an incursion.
His passage leaves a whisper, not a shriek.”
~ Richard Miller, 1967

“Every bite I take feeds the hungry.
Every drink I make nourishes the thirsty.
Every breath I take awakens me further along with another.
And every line I cross, shows me just how much farther I can go.”
pamela leigh richards

Ide were were nita ochun
Ide were were
Ide were were nita ochun
Ide were were nita ya
Ocha kiniba nita ochun
Cheke cheke cheke
Nita ya
Ide were were
Ochu is the Goddess of Love.

“Action manifesting by the movement of pure energy knowing ‘no thought’.”

“If you wish to take a fly on the breeze,
within your Heart speaking gently to thee.
I am home here. All egos checked in at the door.
Remove fear. Free your mind.
Building what I see. No thinking necessary.”

“I can be as strong as I have to be.
At the same time I know I don’t have to be.
Love is the only strength we need.”

“I would rather have few friends who live freely to speak,
than many who hide in secrecy.”


All Quotes: Pamela Leigh Richards, plr, unless otherwise noted.
Images: Unknown with all due respect, otherwise noted.

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