More Poems, Paintings and Thoughts...
Singing Stars
I am the Seed of Light and the Peace of the Night,
He is the Knight of Salvation and the Hope of Love.
Love brought forth our Children, the Children we guide throughout the Ages,
Together we teach them to have Faith in our Father, to Protect our Mother; for the Future of All Life.
Written by Paula Johnstone
Lightening Woman
Hear the Call
There are days when I am left alone in the darkness.
No one cares and no one dares,
For they are in darkness too, but there is a difference,
They love the dark and I despise it.
When I wallow in the pit, feeling sorry for myself,
Not wanting to do the things I must,
The pain tears through me in unending waves,
I cry and cry in rebellion, shame and anger.
As I lay in my bed, moaning a soul-cry sound,
I think of all those behind me,
A faceless crowd of ghosts, that felt the choke-hold of evil,
and fell as casualties of war, and I cry some more.
I remember most, the warrior-mother,
can't say her name cause she is long gone,
but I remember her and wonder a lot,
Did she die, at 31 for nothing?
Was she really fearless, brave and defiant?
I'll never really know, cause all second accounts are gossip.
I remember her though, and keep a button by my bed,
To remind me of our fight, her night and warriors dead.
It is bigger to me, than just an Indigenous Nightmare.
I know that everyone has a story and everyone has felt the pain,
For it is a world drowning in sorrow and dripping in an evil stench. Corruption rules in the World of Man.
They think that no one sees, and if they do, what can be done?
Well, I see! Then from somewhere deep inside, the pity stops,
the tears dry up and I know I'll cry no more!
I find the warrior cry, well up, from in my Woman's heart.
I'll tell them this; It stops! I will remember those that lead the way. They gave their lives, all they owned, in hope,that someday,Others would find Courage, brave hearts, to do what they must. Free the People, Stand in Pride, Fight and Die!
This time though, I warn them all! My Father says; "The time has come, to right the wrongs, to stoke the fire and light the way.". My Brothers and Sisters, "Awake" I say! It's time! It's time! The last sands of time are falling fast!".
No more private worlds to toast and boast, No more tears, no more pain, no more victims in this land, Our Father says, We are One, His Pride; He calls us now, "AWake, Hear the Thunderbird's call, AWAKE!"
Written by Paula Johnstone
Lightening Woman
April 2,1998
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C
C…See…Sea,
The Sea of Possibilities.
See the water of the Red Sea,
The Sea of Love.
See the Sea filled with Love,
and the Tears of my Mother.
Awake; a wake of water,
Washing the Children of Earth.
Washed with water,
The Waters of Consciousness,
Water to cleanse the Soul.
I am a wake in the Sea of Tranquillity,
Washed clean in the Forgiving Waters.
Baptised in water blessed,
Blessed by the Spirits in the Sky.
I move the Holy Water,
Sending out rippling waves of thought,
for all others to follow.
Follow the flow to the River of Life,
Swim in the Waters of Love,
enter the Sea of Possibilities.
See the possibilities,
Share in the Future C.
Written by Paula Johnstone
Lightening Woman
Sept. 28th,1999
The Dragon Tree
We walked through the gardens,
to the Castle on the Hill,
and found the sign that clearly read,
That One with a Pure Heart, would someday come,
to ring six Floral Bells hanging from the Dragon Tree.
This would let the Light shine in,
and chase out the Dark, for you and me.
So we rang those Bells with cheerful hearts,
Happy to chase the Demons from these parts.
A couple watched us in our glee,
laughing too, sharing joy, under this very special Tree.
The Creator led us on our Walk,
to this place in Time.
Oh, happy were we, and pure in heart,
cheerful were we to do our part,
on this Day of Trumpets.
So happy, were we, as we rang the Bells,
on the old Dragon Tree.
Written by Paula Johnstone
Lightening Woman
Sept, 10, 1999
Comparing Levels of Darkness
Point your finger,
Look how dark they are.
Watch the News, Human genocide
and everyone gasps in horror,
as the people die.
Point your finger
Look how dark he is
Discovered on TV, he killed 116 people
as everyone looks really shocked,
neighbours saying "he seemed so nice."
Point your finger
Look how dark she is.
She who left her child alone.
Talking, gossips, wagging their tongues,
comparing levels of darkness,
as living beings suffer everywhere.
Point your finger
Look how dark you are!
Three uncaring fingers point back at you,
For not acting in Love,
and letting evil reign!
Point your finger.
One finger points up, showing you, God Sees All!
For as long as you just talk and watch,
and act on nothing,
You are participating in genocide!
Written by Paula Johnstone
Lightening Woman
Nov, 11, 1999
This poem has been chosen to be published in a book called Nature's Echoes, in December 2000.
Pow Wow Prayers
Crawling out of the tee pee, the morning still not.
My spirit is called to worship, the mist heavy and damp.
I pull the blanket over my shoulders, as I walk to the Sacred Fire.
Powerful energy surges through my body, always after sleep on drummed land.
I walk with light steps through the snores and sighs of dreamland.
First here!
I find my place beside the Bright fire that smiles greetings.
Slowly other spirits find the Sacred Fire and the Grandfathers placed close by.
So few here though!
This is sacred Ceremony.
Where are the People to sing praises and greetings to Grandfather Sun?
Where are the others, much needed, that will make our prayers shine like a beacon to the Creator?
We talk about living the Spirit Life, yet sleep seems more precious than our Mother, who is crying for remembrance.
The Plant People, the Four-legged, the Winged and Crawling Ones, the Swimming Ones too, are losing their strength, lost in the cobwebs of the Cosmos.
If we don't honour their memory, their gifts, their love, the power fades away and we all lose.
My Soul, my Spirit, my Heart all cry for the Mother and all Her Children.
Come Worship, Please find the Sacred Fire that lights our Way!
Written by Paula Johnstone
Lightening Woman
I found this old poem, from 1992, while shuffling through papers...unfortunately it is still relevant.
Donations are excepted and greatly appreciated, Thankyou.
Permission is given to copy these writings provided they are left unchanged
and in their entirety. ©Copyright: November 21, 1997
For more teachings or information on workshops, write to
Meshu Peshu Productions, Box #98135, 970 Queen St. East, Toronto, Ontario.
M4M 1J0