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Writing for the Light

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Dearest Friends and Family of Heart,  

Sending SO much love!   

Oh my goodness, here's an update! First let me apologize for posting a vertical video (with the black side frames) - I had no idea what I was doing! I have been writing! And I am posting here a small snapshot of some of my early years writing if you are interested. The thing is, I have raised 1/2 of the amount I need to finish this project; will you help me raise the rest?  For each donation you will received a personally autographed copy, and my enduring gratitude.  Feel free to call me at 970-697-9677 if you have any questions! 


All my love, 
Christina Pearson
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My 3rd update! So exciting. Sorry for the vertical video, I don't know much about recording. But please watch, and let me know if you want some of my rough text!
all my love, Christina
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Dear Ones, I just posted this to FaceBook, but I am sending here through my GoFundMe link also to share that I am beyond grateful, and here is a rather long ode to the vision I carry with me from 29 years ago... THIS is what compelled me to give voice to BFRBs, starting TLC.

From Love, To Love:
The beginnings of my path to freedom

All I know
Is God Is Love.

29 years ago,
A vision was gifted.

First, pain;
Relentless, merciless, soul shredding.

Pain SO great, so profound,
All of Existence trembled, aching.
Elementally shuddering
Sorrowing
Within the utter desolation
of a soul adrift.

No end in sight,
Depths of
Despair and grief
Rising
Rising
In tidal endless wave
Unlike anything previously known.

Climbing, climbing the Mountain of Being;
Looking back - seeing Life as is known.
Forward, the cliffs below breaking
Into endless distance
With swirling greyness
Hiding what lies to come.

Somehow,
bell Sounded
Pealing outward, a single note –
A clarion call reverberating
Throughout all of existence.

Vibrating, a Pure Note,
Overflowing unto Eternity with Embodied Gift;
Knowing.

The Call heard, a summons, invitation…
Choice.
Now
Right here and now.

Yes.
Either go back, to the life waiting;
Choose what was reasonably safe;
Familiar, Known.
As It Was - So It Shall Be.

Or.

Stepping forward,
Into the eternal teeming potentiation
Of the unknown future;
Blindly,
Clinging to whatever streaming rags of trust exist within.

A moment in forever; time has no existence.
The soul screamed and raged, wearied,
And yet the yearning to offer what could be offered
arose

And YES resounded through the myriad corridors of Being.

I WILL step into the newly-borning pathway
Gray and swirling,
Unknown vastness as it is before me…
But YOU must hold my hand,
And comfort me along this journey.

And a shimmer of light stepped forward. .

Driving home, face swollen, unable to breathe,
Quietness, weariness, slipping inside
Crawling into bed, pulling covers slowly over till darkness settled.

Serenely silent, drifting…

Entering a great darkness so richly velvet,
Embracing and gentle
There was no room for fear.
Long did I travel the beating heart
Of this infinite womb of eternal creation.

Only to shoot out, out, out,

Into the great pulsating, brilliant vastness of the Universe.
Passing eons, unimaginable distances;
endless galaxies flying by.
I looked ahead;

Eyes widened by wonder; aware of countless stars;
distant sparkles unfolding in space and time
While thrusting forward beyond light speed
Only to stop.
Stop.
Drifting in Space.

Behold.

Beholding.

Beheld.

The living shimmering trembling
Tendrils of radiance;
The fiercely raging,
Coalescing Beauty of Life,
Life Itself - Unfolding tremulously,
Flowering, in new and oh so precious ways
Within the most beautiful network of
Living Radiance ever to be seen.

Scintillating,
unknown colors in elemental transfiguration
Effervescent hues un-nameable
By human tongue

Looking closer, breath swept away by awe
Rising in primal response
To the glorious birthing -

Of my own nervous system?
This? THIS! this flower is ME?

In shock, raising questioning eyes
To the fullness of the Universe unknown
And behold!

a beauteous array of endless stars
sparkling gloriously, endlessly, before me.

Each beyond precious, radiantly unique,
Twinkling in spectrums of light uncomprehended -
DISTANT, SO distant as they seemed,
Yet were right here, within the Holy Heart of God
And Understanding flooding in

That You
Were Just Like Me.

Every star beheld
Radiantly, joyfully reflected back
The radical resounding beauty of
the unfolding flowering of Self Embodied.

Sudden knowing; deeply knowing, that what was birthing within was Good.
Was of God’s deepest Loving Yearning for Becoming.

A question floated up from the depths of my Being;

“WHERE does all this COME from?”

Suddenly - dislocation, weightlessness;
Backward falling, falling, fearlessly falling...
To be suddenly dunked; immersed in
a River of Love,
so Vast, Eternal, so Overwhelmingly
Triumphant,
Self disintegrating completely
Into the very Home of Heart’s Eternal Love.

Swept back, endlessly forever,
Outside the realm of time and space;
Within the considered chaos of Elemental Being;
Back, back, back to a tiny body,
Seen from afar.

Drifting down, down, down,
Entering, embodying - bucking, wildly in bed,
And sweet Nectar roared up the spine
To take root in the heart.

Lying there, not knowing whether the vision
Lasted hours or a nanosecond
Becoming aware of the Light rising through Being,
Flooding the new-found Heart Space within.

A Thought arose.
“It should have gone higher! I must not be good enough”

Self! Self! Compare not; judge not -
For ye know not of what you speak.

Ah, My humanity is young, not yet even a toddler in
The blink of its own existence
Yet already so full of Self, demanding!

Slowly, slowly, spending decades
Upacking this gift so freely given
Of health, of life, of vast potentiation
Spanning All that Is and ever was, while
Transforming into What is to Become.

Each moment since -
The heart within steadfastly,
Blindly, foolishly, gleefully,
Beating, beating
Endlessly.

In loving cadence with the unquenchable song
Of Radiant Love arising
In full response to the yearning needs
Of Love’s Own Light
Pouring
Into Form unfolding.

Christina Pearson
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I am so excited, I am brimming over with amazement, gratitude, and relief; when I first thought of this project so many years ago, I always said to myself "when things calm down I will write." And then when I would write, it took SO excrutiatingly long, I was terribly frustrated. So let me share the story of how the floodgates opened! About 3 weeks ago, I was writing about some event earlier in life, and when I was done I looked at the word-count. Hmmm - 422 words, and it took me almost an hour. I will be 105 years old by the time I write a whole book!

Sitting there, alone at my office in Grand Junction, I sighed and contemplated my word document I had been working on. It has always been a creative dream of mine to write; stories, essays, commentaries, fantasy, fiction, and non-fiction - anything goes. Reading opened up the world to me, from B'rer Rabbit and the Snow Queen at 6 years old to Lou Tzu and the Tara Mandala . in my 60's.

So there I am. Looking morosely at the screen; and I notice something... in the upper right hand corner in the toolbar is the image of a little microphone with the word DICTATE underneath. I push it. Nothing happens. Then I start talking. And OMG, it was stupendous! Over 2,000 words flowed across the screen within just a few minutes, and something clicked inside me letting me know the time for sharing has come!

What is so amusing is I have no idea if that little microphone was there for a week or for years; all I know is that when I was ready, it appeared in my consciousness. Funny how life works!

To those of you who have gifted my writing campaign, I salute you with the deep respect of a budding artist, suddenly recognizing that wings so closely held are unfurling all on their own!

I always tell my students: Good things take time. Even if it SEEMS like something happen instantaneously and easily, there is a tremendous amount of unseen footwork that has occurred for the process to unfold.

Tomorrow I will tell you all the story I wrote in First Grade about Spot the Pig! All my love, Christina

All my love, Christina
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