Conscious Creating: A Strategic New Year

 


What is my strategic move for today,

January first of the year. 

Being conscious of an idea brings out the manifestation. 

To be a thought one digs the ditches to plant the seed. 

For a thought to breathe one must conceive it,

Watering it is thinking about it, scribing about it, 

And speaking about it, till it grows wings for flight. 

Being the living Son of the great creating,

I am sub consciously conscious,

Of and for being, great. 

In presenting this performance in act,

I attract gracious blessings in enjoying and getting,

More power consciousness,

More happy consciousness,

More abundance consciousness.

Yes I am singing consciously about my buildings, 

Cars, jets, helicopters.

My joyful loving dominating family on land and sea. 

For the top my growing into the creators great gift to himself, Me. 

What is my strategic move for today,

January first of the year?

Being conscious of an ideal idea,

Begets its manifestation ideally.

To bring a thought, one considers all things,

Planting seeds, fulfilling wishes, impressing kisses.

For a thought to breathe, one must conceive,

Watering it with thinking, speaking, and believing.

Being the living Son of the great creating,

I am subconsciously conscious elevating.

Of and for being, magnificently great,

In this act of life, I pictate my fate.

Presenting this performance, a literal act,

I attract blessings—abundance intact.

More power consciousness, happy consciousness,

A wealth of love, joyful consciousness too.

Yes, I am singing into persistence,

My buildings, my cars, my flights—existence.

My dominating family, joyful and strong,

Together we ascend, where creators belong.

For at the top, I grow and I see,

The Creator’s great gift: Himself in Me.







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