We Are The Bringers Of The Dawn | A Poem, a Song for Palestine, and the Power of Intuition - A Story From My Life

The day was August 1st, just over two months ago, and it is one of those unforgettable days that will forever be etched into my memory. I had spent much of the day listening to songs dedicated to Palestine as the genocidal forced starvation and murderous targeting of unarmed starving Palestinians seeking food aid continued - just another 'normal' day on Planet Earth I suppose you could say. On this day more than most, however, my heart ached for the children of Palestine as the tears I was shedding on and off throughout the morning flowed freely, for I was to a much greater extent than usual feeling with every part of my being the deep and seemingly unbearable pain of the violently displaced, bombed, starved and dying Palestinian people of the besieged Gaza Strip. This as the seemingly never-ending saga of blatant, daily, and globally televised genocide continued unabated. For whatever reason, I feel deeply and intrinsically connected to the Palestinian people in a way that is beyond explanation or comprehension, and so it has been that as the genocidal war on Gaza continues, I have increasingly noticed through the months that I sometimes feel their pain and suffering quite intensely just as if it is mine and I am one of them - with these strong feelings sometimes even seeming to 'come out of nowhere'. And oh, how much pain and suffering have the people of Gaza endured over the course of the past two years since that horrific, gut-wrenching genocide was launched exactly two years ago today.

Some would call this phenomenon or the ability to feel the feelings of others at times a gift, while others would consider it a curse. Based on my own research and experience I would say that it is simply a result of being clairempathic, a technical word literally translating to 'clear feeling' that simply means being connected to the intuitive sense of inner feeling. Just as a clairvoyant is one connected to the intuitive sense of sight, having opened their inner sight or spiritual eye ('third eye'), so there is an intuitive or inner sense correlating with each of the other physical senses as well. But whatever one wishes to call it, it is a very real and widely occurring phenomenon among many of those who are awakening on this planet in these times. And although my experience of this phenomenon has not been restricted to feeling the pain of the people of Palestine over the course of the past two years, it has predominantly been experienced this way due to the intensity of the suffering of this event and my apparent deep soul connection to Palestine. It can at times become quite overwhelming due to the extreme nature of the unfathomable suffering the Palestinians of Gaza have been subjected to over the course of these past 24 months, but I have also learned how to positively manage, navigate and reduce the frequency of such episodes as a result of these unpleasant experiences.

The number of inspiring songs for Palestine I was finding and listening to all morning on this memorable day were giving me much hope and helping me to positively channel the extreme sadness that was flowing through me at that time, rather than allowing it to drag me down into a state of depression. I was listening over and over and over again to the songs I had found which I was really resonating with, until the tunes and lyrics began to soak into my consciousness and I began to sing to a couple of them in my head as I did some chores and ran into town to do some errands later in the day. By that time I was feeling relatively happy and carefree, a result of the healing, cathartic release of a good cry and the fact that the intense wave of sadness pouring through me had finally run its course and dissipated.

It was also a beautiful warm and sunny day here in northern New Mexico, and upon returning from town at some point in the late afternoon, I felt inspired to meditate for a few minutes by the creek that flows through the property I currently call home, and so I did just that. It wasn't a particularly long meditation - probably only about 15-20 minutes or so - but the soothing sound of the flowing water helped to still my mind and enter a meditative state very quickly; at which time I felt and connected with the energy of Yeshua, the one most commonly known as Jesus, who on this day didn't seem to have a message for me. At least not a message to be received directly in that moment as on other days...

After soaking in this most loving, peaceful and calming energy of light for several minutes I opened up my eyes and splashed some ice-cold creek water on my tear-soaked face, which felt incredibly refreshing, despite having already done so with tap water in the house earlier. Then, as the rhythm of one of the songs for Palestine I had been listening to earlier that day began to play inside my head, but without the lyrics - a rare occurrence which had perhaps never happened to me before - I began to repeat the mantra I had been mentally reciting at the beginning of the meditation to the tune and rhythm of this music.

The mantra itself was new to me and had just come to me as I sat down to meditate, which occasionally happens for me, most commonly as a new form or variant of a mantra I've previously used, as was also the case on this day. On this occasion the mantra was a combination of a very short mantra which had been given to me by Yeshua in recent months and which I had only recently begun using - "I am the Light" - and a partial form of two of the most common mantras I had frequently used throughout the years, one of which I had adopted shortly after I began practicing meditation many years ago following my initial spiritual awakening, and which was a poem inspired by and based on the teachings of Saint Francis of Assisi.

By mentally repeating this mantra to the rhythm of the music playing in my mind, I was able to more easily stay in a meditative state even with my eyes opened as I continued on with my day, and began to walk back to the house, which was a few minutes' walk from the creek. And then, as I began to walk, the craziest, most amazing thing began to occur, which I had certainly never before experienced. With the rhythm of the song stuck in my head, and as I was at first repeating the above-mentioned 4-lined mantra, another line came into my mind; and as I repeated the mantra with the addition of this line, another two or four lines began to flow through me, appearing in my conscious awareness; and upon repeating these new lines several times, more sets of lines kept coming to me in this fashion. Meanwhile, all of this was taking place without any intellectual thought or mental effort, as I was in an otherwise thoughtless, meditative state! This continued the entire walk back to the house, and just wouldn't stop, continuing through the entire duration of the long shower I then took, before I immediately sat down to record what by that time I realized was a very uniquely inspired piece of poetry.

And while I have often felt inspired to write on a particular subject, and in fewer cases have actually felt at times as if the writing was flowing through me as I wrote, I have never in all my years of writing composed anything without any intellectual thought or effort on my own part as occurred during this most unique experience. It was surreal, and it is difficult to find the best words to explain the process of how this occurred so effortlessly and without thought, though I'm sure there are some writers and musicians out there who can relate and will understand. For those who are as fascinated with and interested in the science of intuition as I have become in recent years, this was most likely a function of clairaudience or inner hearing.

Because I wasn't in a place to be writing the words as they were coming to me as I would have been if I was journaling, and in order to not lose the inspired words that were flowing through me so effortlessly as more and more lines kept coming into my conscious awareness, I did my best to repeat the entire poem from the beginning as frequently as possible, apart from the mantra which seems to have helped trigger this surge of inspiration. And that seems to have helped my mind from losing some of the earlier lines as the poem kept growing in length as I showered, with no way to record any of it at this point.

When I sat down to record the poem after my shower, there were a couple of missing lines that seemed to elude me at first, but because the lines came as rhymes and I was able to remember the vast majority of it, I was pretty quickly able to recall the essence of even those few missing lines which at first had eluded my memory. So it was that in just a few minutes I had written an entire poem without any prior intention of doing so, this being the easiest and most effortless piece of writing I have ever recorded. I was of course well aware that the human organism writing this post which one would call 'me', was but the instrument through which this inspired piece of poetry flowed, and I as a human body-mind cannot in my right mind take any credit for being the source of this, what I find to be quite a beautiful poem. All I know is that on that day the 'I' who typically sits down to write when I am inspired to write did not sit down to write a poem that day; but I rather merely sat down to record a poem that had effortlessly flowed through me from the depths of the human heart, inspired I'd say by the Divine Spirit, or the Universe, or the Quantum Field or Divine Matrix, or Source or God, or whatever term one wishes to call that One Power which creates, sustains, indwells and connects all Life as One.

What matters to me isn't so much the words themselves, but the message and the energy those words carry. In the case of this particular poem, inspired as it was; it turned out to be both a very direct and poignant personal message and teaching for the particular stage of my life and what I was going through at that time, as well as a universal message for all of awakening humanity which is collectively going through that very same stage of awakening - and will be for some time, as collective transformation tends to always take longer than individual transformation. When all was said and done that day, I was looking at a simple, timely poem containing within it a deep and powerful spiritual teaching for myself and all of humanity who is ready for it, both inspired and inspiring. As I beheld the words I had written down, the title of the poem which had just flowed through me late that afternoon was self evident: Bringer of the Dawn, which I now present to readers below unaltered, including the mantra which served as the lead-in to the poem itself. If it touches or inspires even one person as it did me, it will have been worth compiling and publishing this post...

Bringer of the Dawn

I Am the Light, my mind is free;
Open my heart, that I might see.
Make me an instrument, humble and free;
Awaken, Christ, inside of me.

And together, we shall be...

Bringer of the dawn,
You are not a pawn.
So shine your light,
Yes, shine it bright;
Into the darkness of the night.
And shed those tears,
Release your fears.
Feel your pain, the world's suffering;
As you take flight on eagles' wings,
To the rhythm of the music the songbird sings.

In the storm, embrace the pain,
And feel the cleansing of the rain.
Walk through the fire;
A funeral pyre,
For that which dims your inner flame.
Don't place the blame, let go of shame;
Money's not wealth, don't seek for fame.
And when you invoke the holy Name;
In time, the Healer takes your pain.
And with the power of love,
You will rise above.

And together, you remember...

Illumination of a billion suns,
Lights the path of peace, on which you run.
The Day it dawns, We all are One;
The night it fades, oh Sunrise come.
Heaven's watching, keep holding on;
Until the Coming of the Dawn.
As a million hearts beat to the rhythm of One,
The night is fading, can you see the Sun?
Oh bringer of the dawn, your day has come.

For You are the bringer of the dawn,
Yes, We are the bringers of the dawn...

A Beautiful Song for Palestine

That morning as I listened to song after song for Palestine, I was blessed to stumble across the beautiful soul and musician Rimbiana, who I was previously entirely unfamiliar with and whose music touched me deeply. On that particular day, binge-watching her heartfelt music videos felt like inhaling a much needed breath of hope infused with a ray of sunlight in the middle of one of the longest, darkest nights humanity has ever been through. Truly, the level of pain and suffering that the Palestinian people in Gaza have been subjected to over the course of the past two years is beyond human comprehension, and yet all of humanity is being forced to attempt to comprehend it, for this ongoing two-year genocide has been televised daily for 730 straight days with the whole world watching. The reality of what the people in Gaza are going through cannot be fully understood except by being felt, and for those who are not in Gaza that is a difficult task indeed. Only with the heart and through empathy and not intellect can humanity begin to feel into and truly comprehend the sad reality that some 1.8 million surviving residents of Gaza are currently living through; and music is no doubt one of the single most effective way of energetically transmitting this heartfelt message, and carrying the desperate cries of Gaza into the hearts of an otherwise isolated humanity largely cut off from direct real-world contact with what remains of Gaza.

To capture the essence of this travesty of justice, and more importantly the essence of the cries of those living through it, is nevertheless no easy task; and Rimbiana has brilliantly woven the spirit of Palestine and the desperate cry of her people into her music in truly artistic form. Here there is no politics, only humanity; and here the resilient and indestructible heart of humanity shines out of the bitter darkness that would suffocate it, yet is entirely unable to do so. Of those songs which most resonated with my soul and touched my heart most deeply, the one which also served to help inspire the poem as described above is entitled, You Are Not Alone, official music video embedded below with lyrics also attached. The lyrics are also displayed in the music video, which I highly recommend watching, as the lyrics alone simply do not do the song justice!

You Are Not Alone

The sky hums a heavy tune;
Beneath a tired, watching moon
A lullaby of distant booms;
Fills up your narrow, crowded rooms
You trace a flower in the dust;
Where once a garden learned to trust
A little hand, a fading light;
Clinging to the remnants of the night

But listen child, through smoke and stone
You are not alone, you're not alone
A million hearts have made you known
And beat in time beside your own
Though shadows fall and fear has grown
Like an olive seed that's bravely sown
You are not alone

The ghosts of laughter fill the air;
From games you can no longer share
A teddy bear with vacant stare;
Lies in the rubble of a prayer
You learn the names of loss and grief;
On every falling, autumn leaf
But in your eyes, a fire stays;
Reflecting stronger, brighter days

So listen child, through smoke and stone
You are not alone, you're not alone
A million hearts have made you known
And beat in time beside your own
Though shadows fall and fear has grown
Like an olive seed that's bravely sown
You are not alone

From far across the winding sea;
We carry your memory
We shout your name for all to hear;
To cast away the silent fear
For every dream that has been torn;
A thousand voices have been born
To build a promise on the breeze;
Carried by the ancient olive trees

So listen child, and hear our tone
You are not alone, you're not alone
A million souls have made you known
And beat in time beside your own
Though shadows fall and fear has grown
Let this one truth be overthrown:
You are not alone,
Oh... you are not alone

The world is watching, holding on
Until the coming of the dawn
You are not alone...

I know it is no coincidence that I was finally compelled to publish this poem on the two-year anniversary of the day that sparked the years-long genocide of Gaza; and I cannot help but wonder if it is also no coincidence that this day falls only three days after Saint Francis Day, the official Catholic feast day commemorating that great Christian Saint whose message of universal love, peace and unity is apparently just as needed now as it ever was. Perhaps now, however, humanity is collectively ready for the liberating message long handed down through the ages that will bring us the peace we all so deeply yearn for.

If not now, when? And if not us, who? For truly we are the change we wish to see in the world, and if we are not, then we must become that change; for we are the bringers of the dawn, and there is no one but ourselves who can shine our light upon the world.

Below are three powerful quotes of Saint Francis, the Truth gently speaking to the opening heart of an awakening humanity finally on the verge of being ready to choose that which would bring her peace.

"All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle."

"A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows."

"We have been called to heal wounds, to unite what has fallen apart, and to bring home those who have lost their way."

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