WingMakers is neither a path or teaching,
it is simply a way of living based on spiritual equality,
and in this way of living, it proposes not to judge,
but rather to distinguish carefully between the lower frequencies of separation
and the higher frequencies of unity--one and all.

James Mahu, excerpted from the Collected Works of WingMakers Volume 1


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James Mahu

We are specks of sky, 
a silent choir of pounding hearts. 
We are an eyelid 
the size of a galaxy, 
opening like a rising sun. 
If you look out of it 
you are absorbed in 

I am we are— 

whirling in the curvature 
of a universe cathedral. 
Sound is unity.
Long waves lack horizons, 
their roadmaps 
penned from the Creator’s heart, 
do you hear the subtle, undulating seams 
through which you can pass?  
and there… 

Behind the overgrown weeds 
the song leads to

I am we are. 

It may seem unlikely 
that what is small 
and commonly ignored 
is powerful, 
True power waits in the whisper. 
Beneath the ground state. 
It is rested.
It does not flex, 
or grab, 
for it is not of muscle. 
Or bone. 
Or mind. 
Or even humanness. 

Remember that.

Power is not 
what you have 
been taught. 
Power is 
the internal gaze 
that discerns 

I am we are, 

and then dresses our every deed  
in that finery 
and nothing more.
In the same way that white light 
is nothing more than 
all colors. 

We are bodies of air. 
Deeper, we are not bodies at all. 
We are the 

Sovereign Integral…

That which is 
at one time. 
One place. 
One and equal. 
No dominance.
We are invisible numbers 
more than gathered letters, 
atop the Periodic Table. 
more than mass. 
more than skin.
We are a bucket brigade 
to the fires of ego and separation. 
Our “water” is

I am we are. 

We arm-wrestle the limbless soul.
We point our fingers at the mirror  
that dares to lecture. 
We stare into ourselves 
and test: 

“Am I?” 
“Are we?” 

Beautiful clarity, 
the sated view
is often heard first 
and followed least. 
We grow in unseen places. 
Come alive in the music 
of quiet spaces  
porous with pauses 
and the rounded sound of soaring feathers. 

The eyelid opens. 
Canopied hues of blue, green, brown, and gray . 
come alive, 
endless in their bidding to discover 

I am we are. 

It is this and nothing more, 
in the same way that white light  
is nothing more than 
all colors.

The term WingMakers is encoded:
“Wing” is derived from the term wind or blow. It is the active force of setting new states into motion.
“Makers” is the plurality of the co-creators—that being the collective essence of humanity.
Thus, WingMakers means that from the collective essence of humanity new states of consciousness come into being.
This is the meaning of the term WingMakers, and it confers to humanity a new identity.
Humanity is transitioning to become WingMakers.”

James Mahu. Excerpted from the Collected Works of the WingMakers Vol. 1.

WingMakersBlog.eng Search:

"These works are catalytic and intended to help individuals shift their consciousness in order to more effectively access their own spiritual purpose, particularly as it relates to the discovery of the Grand Portal.. 

"The important thing to bear in mind as you review these materials is that you are composed of a human instrument that consists of your physical body, emotions and mind. The human instrument is equipped with a portal that enables it to receive and transmit from and to the higher dimensions that supersede our three-dimensional reality —the reality of everyday life. 

These materials are designed to assist your development of this portal so as you read and experience these works, you are interacting with this portal, widening its view and receptivity."


Collected Works of the WingMakers Vol.1