I almost left substack

(But I didn’t because of certain amazingly sweet ones)

Everyday I almost leave

Everyday I let go

Then some invitation invites me uncleave

Without having to leave

To stay

To spray

A little Unicorn

Light

To Prance

Beyond this old boring fight

That has been played so many times

In trying to blight

To put out Humanity’s Light

How much more creative

To find the ways we could learn to live

Vibrantly

All way win

Generative

Air Gen Generic

Truly Free

Energy

Aligned

Oneness

Divine

Leads to a compassion

Allowing Diversity

Takes more intelligence

To weave Soulful solutions

That honor free will

Yet do not sell out to the hidden schill

Spiritualized co-opted

Looks so brill

But the glow

Gives me a chill

To unbelieve the lies

To cease to rehearse the hearse

That has been

Overdone

It’s time

To be

Over and done

But I watch so many a good chap clap for another show

I want to bow out

Because it is harder to hold the pure code

In a crowd that is so loud

And insidious

Yet I am no longer allowed

To call it out

To burn the false divide

And the false unity

To build a bridge

I felt like everyone just walked away to get get something from the fridge

And it’s no longer helpful to share what I know

I’m done with the curse

I curse and bless

And try walk away

But someone hears the blessing

And says, “Please Stay”

I wait

I pray

I wonder

Is it helpful

Is it kind

Does it add something one of a kind

So many words

I have learned to stay

But may be

There is a different way to stay

Without saying all that burns in me

That ends up burning me

Can I burn away the chaff

Hold the silence while still writing words

When I just want to live in a world where authentic love reigns

And the uncouth in all its guises no longer holds sway?

Can I shed my old skin

Without it stretching me too thin?

I heard you say, sweetly

When I planned to walk away

That it was okay

I felt blessed

And loved

You didn’t care that much about what I say

Okay a few, but in general, those who spoke

Actually were trying to say what you value is who I am

More than the stuff I compose on a blank screen and call poetry and prose

This one thing arose that I am led to say

The one who gaslights those who ask questions

May they be held in place unmovable in clay

While children playfully paint them until they are ready to

Honor inquiry

Supporting investigation liberally

Because a truly thorough investigation unbiased, ubought

Couldn’t harm those with nothing to hide

The state of surveillance should be flipped

And the South African should be shipped

And may all those who bravely say the things

That tends to bring

Old boring tactics to shut down conversation

Calling critical thinking conspiracy theory

Like a knee jerk reaction

Instead of embracing a thorough inquiry and saying

Let’s look at the hypothesis, let’s see

I am sending you my love because I’ve been there so many times

And I’ve walked away before and never looked back

But for those who see my soul

And would miss me, I’ll try giving a new approach a hack

With lightness and when I feel aligned

Arise to dance and sing

And in stillness find the peace

To bring

A light that shines

On goodness

And shines darkness away

To create a paradigm of love and abundance for all

Where corruption of every kind gets the recall

And we recall

That we are all sovereign and divine

~ Alicia Kwon copyright 2025

I almost left substack…again. Seriously I think of leaving more often than I think about moving house, which I do fairly regularly. I looked at some property on Hawaii the other day. I found a place with a waterfall and a defunct orchard, an ocean view and half a solar grid for under 400K. It is far, far, really far from, well anything other than its perfect off-gridness. If am ever led to start a retreat center with the right people, it would be PURRFECT.

Thank you to all the people who wrote me the sweetest notes. I was touched beyond belief, esp by the people who I’ve just met and who are so lovely, as well as a few that are quiet long time substack friends I hadn’t heard from in a while whose goodness and beautiful souls I could feel. You are why I am writing. We all have this strangely similar task of being uniquely us and no one else can do it for us. And yet we are always becoming. There in essence that we are - a soul signature, a cosmic YES that smiles through our DNA from Source, but how to translate that DNA into RNA, unmodified, and then translate that RNA into proteins that build out our expression in alignment with Source in ways that ring TRUE and KIND, HELPFUL and CONTRIBUTIVE TO GOODNESS FOR ALL - well, I guess I just thought maybe it was time to quit trying to express on this platform and just work on embodying the Light I AM within this form in my meditation, in my dancing, in my chalking and in the inner work I am doing to heal those remaining wounds that keep some places from my own love shining. But here I am. because you called.

There is a boat on my neighbors lawn, sitting on the grass. I walked by it and said to him, “I like that solid green water you’ve got your boat on.” He smiled and said, “It’s wet, so that’s water, right?” I agreed. “It’s probably a little more solid than the algae on the lake, though, huh?”

Another time we talked recently my husband and I were walking home and we stopped to chat. He expressed his dismay about the algae that blooms. “It’s a toilet bowl” he said. I told him about Masaru Emoto and Veda Austin and we talked about the power of prayer and intent to heal water. So this time when he told me the algae isn’t as bad as last year, I said, “Maybe it’s that moment we had vibing out the Masaru Emoto water healing.” He said, “I’ll go with that.” When I came home and told my husband and son about it, my husband said, “From toilet bowl to bidet.”

“What would it feel like to be so deeply in love with yourself that the beauty of who you are becomes your offering back to life? This blazing self-acceptance and self love that is impervious to the projected self-hatred of others… What would it be like to let your self-love reshape the world?”

~ Hathor thru Kaia Ra