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You Fiery Fall Bracelet


Personally made by Elizabeth A Van Cleve

This Fiery Fall Gemstone Bracelet is a powerful confidence and clarity booster, handmade by me with genuine carnelian, garnet and clear crystal stones chosen for their vibrant Autumn colors and unique frequencies that can help energize and lift you during this hectic time of year.

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A poem depicting the absurdity in comparing ourselves with others

Journey On…
Written by Elizabeth A. Van Cleve

Don’t ever say-
Because I’m here
You shouldn’t be there
Because you’re there
I shouldn’t be here
It makes no sense

Would you ever say-
Because I am twenty
You shouldn’t be two
Because I love red
You shouldn’t love blue
Because you’re a teacher
It’s not okay I’m a student
Because I’m carefree
It”s not okay that you are prudent
Because I’m in the east
It’s not okay you’re in the west
Because you do it better
It’s not okay I do my best
Because I see the sunset
It’s not okay you see it rise
Because I slipped and stumbled
It’s not okay that you were wise?

See how ridiculous
this thinking seems to be?
When I cannot be you
And you cannot be me!

Do you ever say-
Because you’re over there
I should not be here
Because I’m over here
You should not be there?
It makes no sense

One should never say-
Because my skin is black
Your skin should not be white
Because I think it’s wrong
You cannot be right
Because my body’s whole
It’s not okay you cannot walk
Because I know the language
It’s not okay you cannot talk
Because I am straight
It’s not okay that you are gay
Because you have to work
It’s not okay that I should play
Because you are happy
It’s not okay that I am sad
Because they got it good
It’s not okay I’ve got it bad
Because you are you
It’s not okay that I am me
Because I have a vision
It’s not okay that you do not see

Because I am here
It’s not okay that you are there
Because you are there
It’s not okay that I am here
It makes no sense

Here’s what we should say-

I am here, and
It’s okay that you are there
You are there, and
It’s okay that I am here
I see one way
Because I am here
You see another way
Because you are there
Your journeys yours
My journeys mine
I may be twenty
You may be ninety-nine
You may be a woman
I may be a man
Another may be both
By what they understand
You may live in India
I may live in France
I may be very timid
You may love to dance

One thing is for certain
It’s foolish that we fight
And say you must be wrong
Because I think I’m right
It is what it is, and
We are where we are
And from where I started
I’ve come thus far
So journey on my friend
I wish you all the best
As you travel east, and
I travel west


Trying to Get it Right

A Poem I wrote today about the struggle in trying to get something right!










Trying to Get it Right
Written by: Elizabeth A. Van Cleve

I heard you the first time
and tried to get it right
But my memory and my will
Got into a fight
My will it won the battle
and overtook my might

Your earnest plea the next time
Made my memory strong
I made a resolution
Not to get it wrong
But my resolution vanquished
Beneath the pressing throng

The punishment convinced me
N’er let my focus stray
To do my duty faithfully
Let nothing dim my way
But boredom slowed my footsteps
Daydreams set me to play

Your smile was refreshing
As you explained to me
The hows and whats and whys
And then you set me free
Right or wrong or not at all
Was now a choice for me

I heard you the last time
But now I understood
I didn’t have to try this time
I knew I surely would
For my will was now the Master
Of the right way for my good!

Made of Starlight

Made of Starlight
Written by Elizabeth A. Van Cleve

Descending in to an abyss,
I awoke,
and it was dark;
But fireflies flitted about.
I laughed and danced
and chased them,
tried to catch them,
until I tripped and fell
and descended yet deeper,
where it was darker.
The fireflies flitted about
and I cried…
for their light had betrayed me.
I buried my face in sorrow
and when time stood still
I looked up,
and to my joy I beheld
infinite twinkling starlight;
and I leaped and I laughed.
I climbed the highest mountain I could find,
and I stood upon my toes and reached
my clutching fingers.
Then I fell down and wept.
For the starlight moved higher
with each ascending step.
I called out into the night;
“How can I grasp a star? How must I catch a firefly?”
The breezes shifted, and lost their gentle touch.
They whipped me and chided me.
I ran in a flurry;
I stumbled and fell…
deeper, yet deeper still into the abyss.
And so dark was this depth,
I perceived not my own self.
I saw not one firefly.
no stars shared their light.
I must be nothing- I must not exist.
Tears ceased to fall; I was nothing at all.
Then far in the distance,
a lone light
pierced the blackness.
Slowly I crawled
one terrified
step at a time.
The sole flicker
my last hope,
grew brighter with each step.
I wondered at it’s beauty.
No firefly nor star radiated
as brightly, as clearly.
Soon I stood upon my feet.
The shadows slunk away.
In the BRILLIANCE of its blaze,
the night turned into day!
It burnished out a world of wonder and delight.
As I drew closer to the source of this mighty flame,
I leaped and laughed and danced.
But when I reached the place,
from whence this light was glowing
I staggered in a daze
astonished at what I saw
A mirror stood before me- that was all!
In reverent silence I stood staring at myself,
for I now could clearly see
that the starlight I had longed for
had always been in me!

Racism of the Unborn

Two semester’s ago I took a woman’s history class. My teacher was extremely liberal and had a strong and obvious agenda in her class to affect the students in seeing the world the way she sees it. Like so many, she truly believed her perspective was the right perspective rather than just realizing it was one perspective among billions.
One day she came into class very perturbed and leaned in to tell us why.
“I am VERY SORRY,” her dramatic discourse began.
“Did any of you have a run in with that group on campus?”
“I apologize. Our hands are tied. We are not allowed to ask them to leave. If you run into them, just walk away. It’s really sad that we have to put up with these type of fanatics. Did anyone here have a run in with them?” She asked with great concern.
One petite young lady sitting in the back of the class spoke up,
“I did!”
“What happened? Did you have any trouble with them?”
“No, not really. Actually I thought what they had to say made a lot of sense. They offered a lot of studies and information. There were things they said that really made me think.”
The teacher quickly gave a dismissing nod and asked if anyone else had run into to them.
I sat there feeling pretty dumb, not having a clue to what she was talking about, until finally someone raised their hand and asked her what group she was referring to.
“Oh, its that “pro-life” group. They come here about once a year to spread their propaganda. Unfortunately, legally we can’t ask them to leave.”
At that point I was pissed off. Here this teacher was completely undermining the integrity of a movement bound by love and compassion, and instilling a disrepute in the minds of her students in such a way as to shut down their own reasoning skills and accept the narrow-minded view of one perspective.
All throughout the semester she rallied against the atrocities committed on Native Americans, African Americans, Jews, and women. Her biggest emphasis was on the fact that in order for people to come to a place where they can commit these horrific human sacrifices without a prick in the conscience, they have to first DEHUMANIZE them.
BAM! She hit the mark spot on. And yet, here she was dehumanizing unborn children so she could assuage her conscience for her part in the annihilation of 40-50 million unborn children a year world wide.
Some day this mass extermination will be a thing of the past; then, future generations will look back at the holocaust of unborn children with horror and ask, how could anyone have done such a thing? How could so many people have believe that it was okay???

The Last Question

  The Last Question

Written by Elizabeth A. Van Cleve

The bird asks,
Where shall I build my nest?
What shall I make it with?
When shall I rest?
When will these eggs hatch?
When will my peeps flee?
Where will they go
when they’ve parted from me?
What shall I eat next?
Where shall I fly?
How many days do I have till I die?

The tree asks,
When will the rain fall?
Deaths on the brink!
Where can I dig my roots for a drink?
Will this tempest soon pass?
My branches are aching!
When will the winds cease before I start breaking?
Where will these critters that live in me go,
If my days be shortened, I am sure I don’t know.
How many years will I stand in my glory?
Is there no soul who will treasure my story?

The man asks,
Where did I come from?
Where am I going?
How come the oceans and rivers keep flowing?
Why are the stars so far out of reach?
Why do they twinkle, what do they teach?
How deep are the waters?
What lies down below?
How many plants are there?
How do they grow?
What is this flesh and blood that is I?
Why is it breathing and why does it die?
Why can’t I see in the blackness of night?
Why do I tremble, when I feel fright?
What are these tears and this pain I am feeling?
Why do more questions come with revealing?
When will I understand all in perfection?
When will my knowledge exceed my perception?
When will I ask the very last question?
Will there e’er be and end to progression?

Were told,
Doubts generate questions,
Just trust and believe.
Then you’ll be happy,
You’ll find your reprieve.

But answers are living
They’re the ether’s obsession.
And the spark of life dies
In the absence of of questions.

Where did this all start?
And where will it end?
Who is the enemy?
Who is our friend?

How do I hold onto any possession?
What will be found in the very last question?


January- A Time to Dream!

January could be termed the sweet-and-sour month. We kick–start it off celebrating and sipping on the sweet wine of new beginnings. But all too soon the warmth of the holidays dies out, the skies darken and the winter chill seems to nibble its way right down to our bones. The sinister flu-bug sneaks around taking unwary victims prey. And the unripened sour grapes of hopes and dreams- yet unrealized, can leave us feeling empty and depressed.

But we do not have to eat the sour grapes; we can choose rather to water and fertilize the dreams we have planted. It takes some resolve to shake off gloom’s icy fingers, but we can turn up the heater, bundle up in warm clothing, grab a hot cup of tea or coffee, and with a pen and dream-journal in hand, write down all our dreams, our hopes, and our desired tomorrows.

Winter is a time of hibernation, of stillness, of letting old things die away and designing our future. Sunshine is just around the corner. But for now, while the days are dark, and though the heart be heavy, just remember that it is during the darkest hours that dreams are forged. Take advantage of this quiet interval to cuddle up with your soul and nurture it with special love and attention. Let it speak the secrets that need to come forward. Let it cry the tears that need to be shed. And let it be comforted with the vision of new and good things to come.

And most of all, have faith in your dreams; bask in their deliciousness, as if they have already manifested; and be sure they will!

So Much to Do


Blink away the morning
And rush into the day
Quickly we remember
To take a moment to pray
Then on to the next task
Our minds dart to and fro
Got so much to accomplish
So many places to go

Loved ones scurry past us
They are busy too
We barely even notice them
There is so much do
Off into the traffic
Time is slipping by
“Drivers are all idiots
And surely must be high”

Music, news, talk shows
And cell phones on the way
A drive-through meal and coffee
To help us start our day
One by one we scratch off
The list of things to do
And feel a sense of purpose
Which helps us make it through

Evening finds us crashing
And somewhat overtaxed
We hope to find a moment
In which we can relax
While duties still harass us
And load us down with care
And in our irritation
We think life isn’t fair

Our loved ones feel like strangers
We barely even know
For we’ve been much too busy
Were always on the go
We lay awake at night
And try to understand
The emptiness were feeling
In spite of what we have

Outside our life’s abundant
But within we groan
“I have my friends and family
“And yet I feel alone
“I’ve worked and toiled daily
“God knows I have tried
“Why is it that I lay here
“And feel unsatisfied?”

Meanwhile the stars are twinkling
The dewdrops kiss the earth
The crickets,frogs and nightingales
Sing and dance with mirth

The morning sky’s a light show
A glorious display
And all the birds melodious
Fill up the break of day

The children wake up running
with eagerness and cheer
Glad the night is over
Another day is here

We once too had their magic
To see the world anew
before we got all caught up
In all the things we had to do

Poem by Elizabeth Van Cleve

Why Do I Keep Creating the Same Thing?


Answering a question concerning yesterdays post:

Thank you Elizabeth. A really interesting article which I totally understand. What I don’t understand – and maybe you could answer it for me – I have cleared out so much usable trash to the charity shops this year, but the space has been refilled! Bizarre!

The exercise I gave in my article “Taking Out the Trash” had three parts to it-

  1. The physical aspect- seeing and then removing from your environment that which does not add to your happiness and well-being.
  2. The intellectual– noticing and acknowledging any conflicts that arise as you clean out the area and releasing these thought forms with gratitude.
  3. The spiritual– praying, meditating, and seeking Spirit for new vision.

I believe that we are all made of body, mind and spirit. Hence my “High Vibes Life” vision is the healing of all three of these aspects. I believe that they are all interconnected and what affects one affects the others.

Louise Hay is a pioneer in directly connecting physical ailments with unhealthy thinking. When the psyche absorbs and holds unhealthy thought forms, the body is affected and the spirit is affected. The connection to our higher self, or to source energy, is obscured. Therefore, healing involves all three aspects of the person.

I also believe we are co-creators of our reality and that all creation begins with thought. It is easy to envision this when considering the creations of Walt Disney. What movie would ever have been made, what amusement park would have ever been created, if someone had not first thought up a story? And then someone else thought of a way to bring that story more to life? And then a way was thought to become even more interactive with that story.

All creation begins with thought. Abraham Hicks often says, “Belief is only a thought that someone keeps thinking.” So even belief systems, religions and cultures- everything begins with thoughts both individually and collectively.

And so, we are first spirit- or consciousness- that has a persistent thought (mind) that becomes a belief and manifests (physical).

Now think of everything on an energetic level that has a huge spectrum of color and vibrations. The lowest vibrations feel negative and unhealthy. The highest vibrations feel heavenly and euphoric. In our creation we experience the entire spectrum and come to the conclusion that we want to create more high vibrations because they feel better. In other words, we go through some very negative stuff and realize that we do not want to feel that way anymore nor do we want others to feel that way. We begin to try and figure out how to create a better world for ourselves. However, we have already created an existence with much low vibrational thought forms. So in order to reverse this, we need to clean house.

Cleaning up our creation involves all three aspects- spirit, mind and body. If we only involve one of these, if we only clean up the physical, but neglect to clean up the other two, the same reality will keep manifesting. The most important cleaning job is the mind, because that is where creation begins. So the practice of acknowledging what has been created, showing gratitude for it and what we learned and experienced through it and then setting it free or letting it go is pivotal to creating something new.

I know this may seem overwhelming to some, but if you reread it several times over the next month or so, it will begin to make so much sense.

You asked about why your space filled right back in when you emptied it. That is what your thought forms are currently creating. We have to change our thought forms long enough and consistently enough to where they become a belief and manifest something new.

We see this same phenomenon in individuals seeking to lose weight. They lose weight, but not too long afterward, gain it all back. That is because they have not thought of themselves as strong, healthy, and fit long enough to believe it. The old beliefs that they are overweight, lazy, etc… are still stronger. Sometimes we have to do deeper work to uproot these beliefs. Other times, simply writing affirmations and consistently repeating them helps. But affirmations only help if you can believe them. If it only feels like a mockery of what is, it can be more of a hindrance.

So my advice in answering this question would be to incorporate all the steps when you clean your space. If you really want that stuff in your space, and it adds to your happiness and well-being, then do not worry about it. We are only cleaning out what no longer serves us in our happy evolution.

Remember that all creation begins with a thought- which is thought long enough to become a belief. That is where intention comes in. Envision what you want to create in as much detail as possible.

Here is an exercise I do that helps. I will sit on my couch or in a room I want to change. I will look around it quickly, taking in the overall structure of the room. Now, close your eyes and pretend you are an artist that is going to paint the room into something beautiful. Put no limits on it. Just create in your imagination. When you are done, open your eyes and notice everything in the room that does not fit in with that Creation. Then you will know what to remove- which is the beginning of creating something new.

I hope this has been helpful.

Thank you for your question.

Much love and peace to you all!