‘’The Din of Silence’’

•October 25, 2015 • 1 Comment


‘’The Din of Silence’’

Who is thinking these thoughts I call mine?
This body….heavy piece of baggage
Why can’t the particles manage to align?
And then,
A brain…ticking, ticking over like time
I think in a hidden recess
Only for Higher Self access
A hum, deafening sometimes
Fractals of cosmic being playing universal games
With Mind……
Hear it? The frequency of highest pitched crystal
Listen very closely as it vacillates
If only for a moment while your brain attempts to coordinate
A meaning for the din.
Back to lazier senses, eyes open,
and the silence becomes even more pronounced
As if to say…’’You’ve come unannounced into this holy place.
Show your reverence and you’ll be allowed to taste
The frequencies of the Divine.’’

©10/24/2015 Pamela Hope



•August 26, 2015 • Leave a Comment



A hollow reed
Sound shrills through tall willows
Egrets lazy dance within the rice marsh
Heat slows all but need
Cow dung rising in pillows

Rains pour lace of life
To earth’s soil it pulses
Monsoon heralds triumph over desert heat
Farmer’s gift from the Gods, unto temple they tythe
In gratitude for watery dulces

Monsoon rains rejoice
Gaia smiles as she drinks
Her thirst can barely be contained
Yet hard, red soil creates the worst
Disasters shadow the poor to their brink

Flashing floods, avalanche pouring red
Inhabitants tied and tethered
As millions march to safety
Hungry earth swallowing the dead
Weary, only living mattered

So joy and sorry join this land
You cannot escape one or the other
Annual monsoon in control of life or death
As above, so below, weighed by God’s hands
Projection of man’s cruelty o’re our earthly mother

©8/21/2015 Pamela Hope



•August 26, 2015 • Leave a Comment



Blind am I.
I think before I act.
Yet, I do not see what lies before me, unaware of this unconscious fact.

Experience does not make for a rich man.
It is but an expression on this physical plane,
with occasional, passionate pleasures,
for some, it’s one of extreme pain.

Driven by passions one can be lead to the most devilish of obsessions.
Let’s call it obsession with Self…..
Just Selfishness,….no connection with others…their feelings, their joys, their pain.
No caring …., but for one’s own feeling of Self-worth.
Let’s just call it being vain.

I have been to hell and back.
A speck of dirt had more conscious awareness then I.
When blinders were removed and the Truth told,
this busy Self was shattered and God threw away the mold.
Seeing reality in a state of nakedness is equivalent to electric shock therapy.
It took years of searching, years of physical, emotional, mental and spiritual agony,
to unearth even one reason to Be…..

Cursing the very gifts I had been given,
rarely, feeling as if I was even a part of the living.
A Truce…..
I called a truce with the warring factions of this Self.
The sands of time were sieving.
My inner warrior had to wake up.
It had fallen off the shelf of complacency.
Numb, weary, dead to the physical world, humbly retreating to my cave,
a safe dwelling uninhabited by fear, laughter a rarity.

My wardrobe of ‘’Bling’’ sparkled like diamonds from all my tears.
They reflected the Light carried very, very deep within a paper body for years.
Now yellowed and fragile, the edges crumbled from just the hint of unconscious cruelty,
or the sad vibrations of a reality as had been lived.
The ‘’Bling’’ was all that had been seen of me by the outer world of humanity.
No one could sense my extreme frailty,
nor my desire to disappear like a puff of smoke meandering toward the clouds.

After the experience of Divine energy work, this lifeless form wanted to live on.
It began to rebound with extreme torque, and that Light, the Sun within, began to shine.
By now, after years of solitude, I could barely conceive that these ancient voices,
the words of Angels, of wisemen and sages, were indeed mine.
No longer was my experience confined
to the outer world, a world in which I chose to walk among the blind.

There was a communion of souls.
Angels gathered before me and asked for my direction.
They waited so long and patiently for me to come to my senses, to my very resurrection.
As I chose the path, they enveloped me with kindness and Love never felt by my human heart.
Directed to healing, it became a new obsession, creativity at its finest.
One might go as far as labeling it, an Archangelic art.

I reveled with my family of this unseen world.
Life altered dramatically as new experiences unfurled.
Humbly, I merged with humanity, a few souls directed to me as a ‘’Faith Healer’’.
Yet, still packaged inside this paper box……
yellowed, decaying parchment surrounding an unexplicable void,
tied so tightly and securely by the ribbons of the past.
Fear became the unquestionable lock.

For a few years, this new experience of bliss, in those monastic moments…..
meditative, healing rites of imagination coupled with powerful focus,
breathing life into others, harnessed in heart, with my Archangelic brothers.
New horizons appeared.
Physically empowered, mentally focused, compassionately guided, my desire to be of service to humanity was all I could live by as a new reality neared.

A Divine Light Being was sired and I cast my rod and staff into human waters.
Again, I sunk deeply as if tethered to a rock.
Laying on the very bottom, the sands of the hourglass kept me totally submerged in shock, as if to say, ‘’How quickly can one travel from bliss to oblivion, from empowerment to infirmament?
Did you learn nothing from your brethren of the heart?’’
Though it took some years of struggle, managing to feel this Light within me,
once again, I attempted a new start.

Here I stand before you, now naked of all experience.
Humbly I beseech you to see beyond any ‘’Bling’’ appearance.
For this time on earth has offered all of us the chance to start anew.
A courageous lot we are indeed, all of us, not just a few.
Though this human experience may feel individual, the results are exponential, vibrating to the core.
We have come here to experience the return to our center, our home, our cosmic family and our God,
forever more.

Never has earth been more powerful to alternate its currents.
As our DNA shifts the sands of time, along with conscious group thoughts,
we are changing within mere moments.
Crystalline structures are replacing that which we have forsaken.
Throw away your fear, your beliefs and all you held as sacred.
For now we stand in One Time, Once Space, as One God, in Truth, in Life,
totally naked and awakened.
Now, that’s an experience!

©8/24/2015 Pamela Hope

”REALITY” Channeled to me March 29, 2015

•March 31, 2015 • Leave a Comment


Channeling 3/29/2015 ”REALITY”

This was one night where I had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour, around 12:30 am. I’ve felt so tired lately. Then, sometime in the morning, I have no idea when, I was woken up by a voice in my head talking to me about reality, what it was and was not. It was a powerful voice and I felt it wanted me to write this down so I could refer to it..and not just go back to sleep without knowing what was being planted within my subconscious.

”Reality is a collection of energy focused on the 3rd dimensional plane.
It is neither real nor focused as it is gelatinous and changes within the frequencies of the matrix within which it exists.
All souls create fractals of energetic presence pinpointed like a laser into a specific pattern you call time. These pinpointed frequencies gel in specific wave lengths producing matter within the density of said plane.
This non-reality is constant by oscillating within the vibrational matrix of the collective mind (brain of humanity).
The only reality of it is experience, for it is the realm of soul where actions are performed and played back to All That Is, your Source Energy/God.
God does not exist in reality. Reality does not exist in reality. Nothing is real, nothing but the experience of All That Is.
All facets of being human are congealed, pinpointed to specific dot matrices you call time. Like DOS programming, all is a code and each geometric code is programmed for a certain shape or outcome, like a kaleidoscope, always changing and morphing with certain mathematical speeds and velocities.

This creates a pattern within a pattern and you call it life.

We influence you through a geometrical energy force to keep you from splattering out into space. We contain your forms. In this way they maintain the appearance of solidity.
Think of the pixels on a computer screen, how you can appear as blocks and a mass of color in these blocks, but not solid. This is similar to the patterning of the geometry that creates life forms.

Reality is not real, but your creations.”

I asked, ”Who are you?”
Answer, ”We are God’s Minions. We are the Angels of Form and Space/Time. We are the Sephiroth you have been writing about, but on levels that are neither good nor bad, just alternating frequencies like notes in a song. We can create any given outcome according to your desires combined with the programming within this matrix of Space/Time.”

{NOTE: I was curious as to why the word minions was used, since I had a dark and negative thought form surrounding that word….so I researched it.
Minion = 1. A servile dependent; 2. One highly favored; and 3. A subordinate official.
(Webster’s Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary, 1983)
So if I’m one of God’s minions, that means I’d be: 1. A servant of God; 2. Highly favored by Him, and 3. An official of His government, subordinate to Him.
That definition made total sense to me and I see it now in a totally different Light. Another example of how we are influenced via that which our brain chooses through what it’s been taught. 

I also looked up the word, Sephiroth.  I am very familiar with it in it’s connection to the Tree of Life, but this definition was just too perfect to be anything but Truth.  ‘The Sephiroth are described in the Kabbalah as the manifestations of God that allow Him to manifest in the physical and metaphysical universes.’                     WOW, is all I can say.}

Since there is no positive/negative energy, it is all just force, concentrated force molded into geometric forms according to mathematical codes, with this matrix of programming by the Higher forces you call All That Is. You are also these Higher forces.
In a collective there is no such thing as evolution, like reality, that is a subjective equation that is created to make sense to this matrix or communal brain.”

I then asked, ”So, how does Spirit fit into all this?”
Answer: ”Spirit is Space as you might picture it. Within this Space are the building blocks of codes and systematic occurrences that morph and gel together in the patterns or wave lengths. You see them as solid beings since you are programming this world of experience. ”

I asked, ”Why?”

Reply: ”Why not? Do you not like being Human?”

I think this {I’m rather attached to it now, being human that is.}

”That attachment is what keeps you coming back for more of the same. You just change the look of the experience to fit your desire.

You ARE the Higher One. You ARE All That Is, playing in the matrix of Time/Space as reality.

Egocentric Centers of Beingness-Isness-Solidity, as formless gases congeal, code and name themselves per the codex of said reality.
No form is without it’s codes. ”

I had no more paper handy and it was dark…no lights on, no eyeglasses and I was very tired. I have no idea what time in the morning it was, but I just wanted to get back to bed and get sleep. So, this communication ended through my choice. I hope to continue this at a later time. I rather enjoyed it since it was very different from other channelings I’ve received over the years, much more technical. I had no idea what was written until putting it all into the computer as I am doing now. 

To be continued…….

Channeled Message for Me

•January 21, 2015 • Leave a Comment


We Love you, Pamela

The sounds of the ethers are dragging you from your earthly slumber.

No longer must you labor to attain the rest you seek,

for it is within the very air that you breathe.


We are the Bringers of Light

and you are our Lamp.

We carry the frequencies of the Elohim-The Divine Council,

protecting earth from the fodder of it’s own creation.


We humbly beseech you to allow us your space

to carry out the plans before us

in accordance with the Heavenly Father.

La torpen eh sala tek usha hera lo bientok.


©1/21/2015  Pamela Hope


”Heaven Is Our Umbrella”

•January 21, 2015 • Leave a Comment


I stood at the cafe door,
umbrella in hand.
I gazed longingly across the earth’s veil of tears.
A vision before me,
there stood a man.
I knew him, or did I?
He was gray haired now
after all these years.
No longer dressed in a skin of fear,
my heart glowed.
The earth continued to sob.
He glanced my way,
tilting his head as if to say,
”Time is never wasted on two souls in Love.”
Heaven is our umbrella.

©1/21/2015 Pamela Hope

2014 in review

•December 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 570 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 10 trips to carry that many people.

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