Anne-Marie Evans

Sire of The Jewel. I needed this. I needed this struggle. I needed to see more clearly. Without this struggle...I'd be the same Lost without wisdom and unprepared for more pain. -AM "The key to realizing a dream is to focus not on your success, but on your significance." Dreams are seeds harvesting in fields of gold. Pictorial to our thoughtfulness, yet elusive to our mind, a prophecy promise thrives and flourishes bursting upward and onward like a castle in the sky, like the spirit after we die. And, as our paralleled lives turn all the tables around, we undeniably, though timidly detect our cryptic holiness amid every collision with life . We need the struggle to see more clearly, to see what we didn't see before. We have to withstand the devious and problematic interventions while at the brittle brink of death's illusions, because in an honest instant a sacred passion will spawn like a ray of light. We'll begin to inwardly ...

If we didn't have problems, we wouldn't need God. So, we need problems. The Catch-22's in this so-called circle of life, you gotta love 'em. Or, hate 'em. It's one or the other. We're hypnotized by circumstance. Fate's invasion ambushes us when we least expect it leaving us fragmented and despondent--overwhelmed and overthrown by the emperor's of affliction. A friend of mine comforted me the other day with her affirmative voice of influence, an influence allocated beyond reason. She said to me; "You gotta go through hell if you're ever gonna to get to heaven." I commemorated her for her consoling foresight she so guilelessly worded. I felt inspired. Wisdom has no pretense. Wisdom is simply put. Wisdom is compassion. We go through hell because we don't have enough compassion for each other. Wisdom is one-ness with all life, because underneath all of our vindications, reasons, judgments and heartaches, there's a soul. There...

Poetry By AM. A sad kind of free. I was thinking to myself this morning...freedom is kind of an unyielding burden in away. To be free from "it all" can feel so good, yet it leaves you so lonely so often--lonely and tired. Tired of the fight. Tired of the world. I guess it's a sad kind of free . You lose everything and everyone you ever loved more than you could ever have imagined, then you let it go and it sets you free. It's really sad actually. Love does hurt. I don't care what they say. To love and then to set it free....that hurts more than anything in the world. It's a sad kind of free No more you and me No more reasons to be Strong for you It's time to be strong for me And it's a sad kind of free To fly away like a bird And to know I'll always love you And to love you will always hurt. AM   Another poem I wrote... Dance on emptiness 'Cause a solid ground is over rated Laugh when you'd rather cry Cry when you kn...

There's got to be more to my life than this...right?  What the f***'s going on? God...? We've all bantered and hypothesized these ambrosial and concerning thoughts, maybe even on a daily basis too. Whether we're lying unsettled in our beds gazing at our truthful highest point, that unearthly point we reach when our pensive and despondent soul kicks our own ass, or delightfully curbing our senses in the oblivion of the night, our reassurance does depress and dismantle itself consistently, and we have each other to thank for that. Sabotage is something we primal and emotional dysfunctionalists, also known as "people", master at a very early age. I think I was three when someone really pissed me off for the first time. I cried and ran to my mommy, or I ran away from my mommy. It's one or the other. I was angry and powerless, much like many of us here on this hoity-toity, misery-inflated, huge balloon thingy we call "Earth". Although, the angry bu...

 May the long time sun shine upon you And may all love surround you And the pure light within you, Guide you on your way on. -kundalini prayer I believe "home" is nowhere to be found until you have found yourself. This is my Garden Of Eden. This is my home...      Among the relic and ensconced roots that tangle below our melodramatic thorns of emotions and trauma, lie the seeds we've unconsciously planted since our unexplained birth. The years have passed now and the seeds have bloomed. We've entered our very own Garden of Eden, a greenhouse of life on the verge of death, defunct and parched, starving for sympathy's waters. We've planted fruitless vines, and we've eaten the one-and-only apple over and over again. We've tasted the luscious fruit and we've savored it's promised pain. We've voyaged across the murky swamps of circumstance and drifted into the ocean of thought flooding our minds and stifling our faith, a much required fait...

"Angel Out There" ...this is a song I wrote when I was nineteen years old. I remember I was lying on the floor in some disheveled bedroom that had been converted into a low rent, in-home recording studio. It was late that night, my head had collapsed into both of my hands and I felt my mind imploding inside of my bleached blond head. I was pensive and thinking to myself...will I ever make it? I had written at least fifty songs by the time I was nineteen. I wrote and recorded my first original song during the summer of '97, just before 9th grade. I was fourteen. I even managed to give Garth Brooks a copy of my demo a year later, in 1998. Garth was in Phoenix playing baseball during spring training, I lived in Phoenix. I had two original songs on a demo back then, I was so proud of myself and I was on this incredible and confident, victorious high. I was ready to rock the world! It's funny looking back, I was so incredibly ambitious as a kid, it blows me away when I ...

Caroline Myss is an Energetic Healer. She's also a proclaimed author, international speaker and war historian. Below is an excerpt from one of her recent conferences. It's poignant, good info to have in your back pocket. I wanted to share. Caroline Myss: "I think that many times we people in the west can make the mistake of thinking that because we attend seminars and we read books, that this is a substitute for a spiritual life, and it's not . It is not. A therapist, reading books, and seminars is no spiritual life. A spiritual life is a practice of prayer and a practice of pulling yourself into a journey of deep self knowledge where you examine yourself and you ask yourself why you're afraid of God, however it is you define God. I'm not talking about some "off planet" fiction, or some mythology, some bearded force, or some God or Goddess. Get away from vocabulary. Get away. What I'm talking about is a profound experience in you of dismant...