Whenever we think “crystal child” we have been taught to think warm, fuzzy, non-threatening, accepting, and passive.  Such a think couldn’t be farther from the truth. Crystal children and adults, i.e. healthy children with activated chakra systems, may be loving and compassionate, but they are hardly warm, fuzzy, non-threatening, accepting, and passive. In fact, the crystal children of this earth have a message to all the sleepyheads on this planet and that is, wake up, look around, and smarten up. You can deny the ugly realities around you if you want by dosing yourself with drugs, alcohol, or the latest consumer fashion, or you can wake up and join them in an emerging new world of love, light, and hope. It is your choice, but if you think that as they grow, mature, and empower they will just stand around and accept reality “as it is,” you are very mistaken. Crystal children represent the empowered and powerful “we.” They are the future of this planet and they are here to help you undo the damage, grow, and return to an empowered and powerful you. But in order for them to do that you have to have wake, stop beating them (emotionally, psychologically, and physically), stop hurting yourself and others, and learn what it means to be truly human and truly spiritual, and not just some dupe in a planetary game of greed, power, exploitation, suffering, and woe.  Michael Sharp

Crystal Child’s Song

Hey Mommy and Daddy, there’s this thing you should know
It’s about pro-creation,
It’s about how you sow.

It’s about little children,
It’s about God on earth,
It’s about what your role is,
It’s about our rebirth.

It’s about what I need here
It’s about all light beings
As they’re planted as seeds here,
And innocence doth take wing.

It’s about all that violence,
It’s about all that woe
It’s about all our anguish
It’s about our true foe.

For he’s not found in the valley,
She’s not found in the row,
He’s not found down dark alley,
Nor deep down on skid row.

He is found in your heart, mom
In your violence, dear dad.
In the screaming and yelling,
In bad times that we’ve had,

He is found in isolation,
Found alone in my room,
Found there in my school classroom,
Where they wield witches’ broom.

Found in my broken heart mom,
Or my broken arm, dad.
Found in harm that has come here,
Since my family went mad.

Found in drugs, drink, and oblivion,
Found in lines on my wrists
Found in  broken down angel,
Old world gift to your kids.

Found in sadness and anger,
Found in anguish and pain,
Found in dark isolation,
In Satanic refrain

Found in sweat and weird feelings,
In your desire to go,
Found in difficult breathing,
And strained eyes, don’t you know.

And you can walk away here,
Turn around and let go,
Pretend things  aren’t as strained here,
Get along with your show

But if you think that will save you,
Well if you think that way, go,
’cause this new world that’s a coming,
Has no room for that, trow.

Has no room for your transgress, or your arrogant stride.

Has no room for deep anguish, or your ten thousand lies.

But if you have ears to listen,
Well then daddy let’s go
Take my hand and run with me,
Through the flower fields, lo.

As let’s bring mom there with us,
And anyone else wants to go.
And leave behind ever after,
All that terrible woe

If you have ears to listen,
Then my friends, time to go
Let us dance ever after
And return to the flow

Copyright 2010 by Michael Sharp
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