The Blinkered Race

I run along the track
With a rider on my back
I am used to the weight
But being whipped I hate

The old track is laid out
It’s course, I have no doubt
Always, forever the same ahead
With many obstacles I dread

One day it will come to an end
But will death be my friend?
Life has always been this way
So I plod ever onwards today

To ease the monotony
I drift in my memory
To when I was young
Before my race begun

As a foal I had no concern
Not knowing I’d have to learn
Just in a field with my mother
Blissfulness like no other

And then my training started
I became so heavy-hearted
No longer was I spirited and free
They had total control of me

Bit, saddle, reins, crop
Would it all ever stop?
Steering me this way and that
The riders who wear a hat

They put me in this race
Now it’s all I have to face
Blinkers, I was trained to wear
Blocking, so I’d be unaware

Well, I guess I’ll just carry on
I’m told this is where I belong
With all the others in this race
Our predecessors track we trace

**********

What’s he doing over there!?
Is he mad? Does he care?
Rearing up, breaking free
Is this that conspiracy theory?

That the riders have full control
Because we let them guide our goal
Using tools to manipulate, confuse
For their games it’s us they use

Look!.. Another has broken free
I wonder what will come to be
I’d better stick with the others
In this race we are all brothers

Another lap, more of the same
Why am I here? Is this a game?
Why am I pushed up this hill?
Will I ever be at peace and still?

What awaits me at the end?
Could a miracle be around the next bend?
Why do I feel something is not right?
How can I truly see with blinkered sight?

Only the track, only the race
Is stopping really a disgrace?
Questions growing ever strong
In this perpetual race do I belong?

What if I took no part
Refused to even make a start
Not let the rider have control
Would I feel better, more whole?

I have to try, I have to see
What it would be like to be free
No bit in my mouth stopping my voice
I know it now, I have free choice

No weighted saddle on my back
No use to me, I feel no lack
No reins, or rider steering my way
I’m free, their game I no longer play

The blinkers are gone, I look around
Amazed at all the beauty to be found
So many directions I can choose to go
My own pace, joyously fast or mindful slow

No longer treading the old worn track
Without a rider, I choose where to hack
Fields, hills, woods, streams galore
Free to roam this New Earth I adore

Trina Graves – 17th January 2021


About This Poem

I often wake in the early hours and take awhile to sleep again. This day (17th Jan) I woke with the idea for this poem, so spent some time thinking about what I wanted to say with it. Not being able to sleep after that, I picked up my tablet and noticed there was a new message from Blossom Goodchild (who I have ‘followed’ since 2008 as the messages she brings through from The Federation Of Light are so full of love and inspiration.) The new message was so powerfully uplifting that I knew there was no way I could get back to sleep as I was buzzing! So I decided to do something I’ve never done before and write a poem (or two!) in bed.

This was the second (wake up, Wake Up, WAKE UP !!! – to be added soon – was the first). I wasn’t too sure if they read right, but knew I could always adjust them later. I left the poems for about a week before I typed them up (I usually do this the same day) and was pleasantly surprised that both were okay without alterations.

To me, we have been in a ‘Blinkered Race:’ We follow the footsteps of our history (global and family) as our course/track. We have been ridden and controlled by the powerful elite who have continually ‘whipped’ us to keep us in the perpetual ‘race.’ However, over time more and more people have been taking their blinkers off and are able to see outside of the race. Over the past year many of those who were once thought of as ‘conspiracy theorists’ are becoming known as ‘truth seekers,’ as their words become more evidently not a theory, but the truth.

Namaste

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We Are Being Taken Over!

Poem based on quote by: James A. Simpson

We Are Being Taken Over…
This is NOT a conspiracy theory!
You will KNOW this to be true
If you read all the way through.

We Are Being Taken Over…
They are already here living among us
They arrive each and every day
There is no stopping them.

They are positioning themselves in all walks of life
All races, all cultures, all classes, all abilities
They are willing to infiltrate them all.

They don’t have control yet
But they will… it’s only a matter of time.

Slowly, but surely they will take over…
They will be in control of every village, every town,
every city, every country and every nation.

They will be in every profession…
Teachers, Shop Workers, Lawyers Nurses,
Social Workers, Authors, Doctors, Carers, Bankers, Police…
Every single occupation.

They will command and be the governments and armies
of every single nation.

Their influence will touch the lives of us all.

They will be the parents of the next generations
Instilling their own beliefs and their own way of life
On the children of the future.

They are everywhere, waiting for their time.
In the years ahead they will take over…
No one will be immune to their domination
They will have total control.
Wherever you go on this planet…
They will be there.

Are you concerned about this?
Are you worried what will happen?
Surely somehow they can be stopped?
What if we close our borders?

But they are not arriving in that way
They have another means of entry.

This invasion has been going on since humans began
We are powerless to stop it.

But, thankfully scientist have recently discovered that we can gain control.
They have found out that when these Beings arrive they are not fully programmed.
We have the power to install the software that can benefit us all.

It is a mammoth task, but it’s doable, if enough of the right people take their part.

These beings use a type of mind virus to adapt to our world
They learn to behave like us humans by memes.
They watch our every move, listen to our every word
Copy our mannerisms, actions and habits.

They can even tune into our thoughts
So we will have to be Aware at all times.

We need to use our hearts and minds to focus on how we want our world to be…
Loving, Peaceful, Supportive, Generous, Helpful,
Compassionate, Forgiving –  in all its Diversity.

Caring and Sharing the abundance of resources available for everyone.
Living in Appreciation and Gratitude.
Treasuring our planet and every living thing on it.
Then we can programme the new arrivals with these qualities.

We will have to be very careful to do our best to live these qualities ourselves
Because their complete core programming takes about six years.

It will be very easy at first to nurture them
Showing them only love, compassion and joy.

But, as time passes and we have bad days
Getting stressed out about this and that, it becomes harder to stay aware…
They will always mimic our every mood, and install it.

As I said, it is a tremendous task, but it would be worth it…
What a wonderful world we could all share in the future.
And in our aging years we would be surrounded by loving, caring citizens of Earth.
We would be joyously happy to let these new beings take over, everywhere.
The future of life on Earth would be safe in their capable, caring hands and hearts.

So, who among us is up for the job?…

Well, actually, they have already chosen you!

Who are these infiltrators?
And where do they come from?

They are Pure Beings of Love and Light
Sent to Earth to guide us, and to teach us to remember who we are…

We are Beings of Love and Light.

They come from God/Source/All-That-Is.

They are…

Our Children.

Trina Graves – July 2016


About This Poem

This poem is based upon the following quote by Rev. James A. Simpson.

“An army is invading our country. It is going to capture and take possession of everything we have, every political office, business, school, college and council. Nothing will be left to us. This army is composed of the babies and youngsters in our homes. They are the future citizens, the future teachers, directors, politicians. What happens to them, the kind of people they will become, will determine the quality of life in this country twenty-thirty years from now. No task is therefore more important than the education and training of these children in honesty, self-discipline, generosity, love and forgiveness.”

When I first read this quote I thought it was very thought provoking in it’s truth. I had previously been reading about how children have no filters in their early years and just absorb everything from those who surround them, so I wanted to bring these together in a poem. I also liked the idea of making it like a Conspiracy Theory of us being taken over, so I did not want to reveal until the very end that it is all about children.

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