Bugle Call

Click on this MP3 file to hear the morning reveille bugle call. The MP3 for Taps, played at night is below the poem.



The bugle sounds each morning and night
marking the commencing and passing
of the day. Did I squander this precious
time complaining, gossiping, playing
the victim? Did I ignore the pleading
eyes and outstretched hand? Fail
to smile as I passed a sister in
the street who looked forlorn.
What opportunity to be loving
did I throw away today, too
self-absorbed to see?

Or did I pause to give a morsel
to a hungry dog, or better yet,
bring him home to live with me?
Did I sit with an elder, lonely,
abandoned by all? Can I write in my diary
that I baked a loaf of bread
for a woman confined to a wheelchair
and brought fruit and vegetables to
her and her daughters…they have so
little but always have a smile.

When the bugler plays “Taps” tonight,
will I sleep in my cozy bed filled
with gratitude for one more day
in the love of my Creator?
Oh, Dear God, let it be so. Amen!



Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes
from the hills
from the sky,
all is well,
safely, rest,
God is near.

Fading light,
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing, near,
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun
Neath the stars
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This, we, know,
God is near.

History of Taps:
The 24-note bugle call known as “taps” is thought to be a revision of a French bugle signal, called “tattoo,” that notified soldiers to cease an evening’s drinking and return to their barracks or garrisons. It was sounded one hour before the bugle call that brought the military day to an end by ordering the extinguishing of fires and lights. The last five measures of the tattoo resemble the modern day “Taps.”

The word “taps” is an alteration of the obsolete word “taptoo,” derived from the Dutch “taptoe.” Taptoe was the command — “Tap toe!” — to shut (“toe to”) the “tap” of a keg.

The revision that gave us present-day taps was made during America ‘s Civil War by Union Gen. Daniel Adams Butterfield, heading a brigade camped at Harrison Landing, Va., near Richmond. Up to that time, the U.S. Army’s infantry call to end the day was the French final call, “L’Extinction des feux.” Gen. Butterfield decided the “lights out” music was too formal to signal the day’s end. One day in July 1862, he recalled the tattoo music and hummed a version of it to an aide, who wrote it down in music. Butterfield then asked the brigade bugler, Oliver W. Norton, to play the notes and, after listening, lengthened and shortened them while keeping his original melody.

He ordered Norton to play this new call at the end of each day thereafter, instead of the regulation call. The music was heard and appreciated by other brigades, who asked for copies and adopted this bugle call. It was even adopted by Confederate buglers. This music was made the official Army bugle call after the war, but not given the name “taps” until 1874.

The first time taps was played at a military funeral may also have been in Virginia soon after Butterfield composed it. Union Capt. John Tidball, head of an artillery battery, ordered it played for the burial of a cannoneer killed in action. Not wanting to reveal the battery’s position in the woods to the enemy nearby, Tidball substituted taps for the traditional three rifle volleys fired over the grave. Taps was played at the funeral of Confederate Gen. Stonewall Jackson 10 months after it was composed. Army infantry regulations by 1891 required taps to be played at military funeral ceremonies. Taps now is played by the military at burial and memorial services and is still used to signal “lights out” at day’s end.

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Golden Dog

He watches me,
holds my gaze
for long periods of
time, transmitting
from the astral. I
feel engulfed as
I merge with him,
becoming one with
him, yet still
retaining my essence.

Animals are our guides.
How foolish we are to feel
superior to them. Humble
yourself so that you may
receive the wisdom, the
knowing that they so
generously give.

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Honey of Life

Gratitude is the honey of life.
Sip its nectar every day.
Even the poorest of the poor can enjoy the stars.
Gratitude is the honey of life.
Shift your perspective to behold the glory of God.
Every breath you take is a gift.
Gratitude is the honey of life.
Sip its nectar every day.

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Spiral Lesson–The Voice of God

I hear the voice of God
in the silence of the floresta.
With whispers of wind,
God calls my name.

In silence, I go within
opening to Source.
Pulse of my blood
coursing through my veins
marks my life here on earth.

In silence
I seek the voice of God.
I listen so attentively:
baby’s coo,
flutter of a butterfly,
sigh of sunset.

I find that Voice
deep within,
Its steady Presence
a comfort to my soul.

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Music of Life

Each day I play my music.
It feeds my soul and
creates harmony in my life.
I can go long hours in silence,
have no human contact
for extended periods of time.
But a day when I do not connect
my soul to the Divine through
notes lively or sad,
is an empty day for me.

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Why Duality?

We view our world
with eyes of duality
Good, bad, right, wrong.
Situations can be viewed
in a more expansive way.
View those creating difficulties
as givers of opportunities
to grow in awareness and love.

When you feel something dark
attack you or others, know
that evil and corruption does
exist on one level, but the
experience can be a gift of
Divine Grace at a level of
higher understanding…a precious gift.

Controllers, manipulators, evil ones
are mere actors on the stage of life.
When negative attitudes against
the dark are dissolved, a new
awareness emerges that includes
the ability to love the essence
of all beings, regardless of
their behavior.

Self-love is accepting the
dark in oneself. Unconditional love
is giving love, no matter what.

When we put conditions on love,
we dim the Light of that love.
Anger, pride, lack of forgiveness, fear
dims our light. As we learn how to
love unconditionally, we are given
many opportunities to choose love
over other attitudes evoked.

All negative thoughts against others
creates negative energy. Rather
than judging another’s action, ask
“What in me causes this discomfort?”
When we avoid these situations, we
lose the opportunity to heal, to grow,
and ultimately achieve Mastery.
And so it is, Amen.

adapted from a message from St. Germain.

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Self Love

How do we learn to love ourselves?
How harshly we judge our bodies,
our actions, our thoughts. We
don masks, keep secrets, tell lies,
and feed the worm of self-hate.
How ironic is this self-deprecation
when, in truth, regardless of our
human state, our essence is
Pure Love Energy, part of the Creator
of All, Light that never dims and
is never extinguished.

Go to this inner Light, release it and
let its brilliance illuminate all
of your being. You are Pure Unconditional
Love at your core. Cast away
the illusion of darkness
and emerge in all of your glory–
Co-Creator of the Divine Creator.

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