Suzanne Wagner

01/10/2026

Twilight Language

It is in the twilight that I find my home and solace.
That place is its own language and speaks from the emptiness, longing to manifest creative expressions.
Language is a polysemic code used by those whose lives have initiated them into the deeper, often hidden meanings that guide souls towards their enlightened potentials.
I am a secret that interprets and seeks out things unknown.
I am sound, a harmony, and I become a symphony as my soul moves through time and space.
I am a dance as my soul seeks to blend energy, matter, and light into form.
But I am also that emptiness in the spaces between conventional reality and truth.
After all, in between words on a page is where the meaning actually resides.
And only when experience is evoked from that specific place can one learn not just to convey intellectual information but to embody life and become a transformative meditative experience.
~Suzanne Wagner~

01/04/2026

A Soul Ends Up In Hell,
Because He Saw The Truth
… Too Late

I live my life holding my light up as an offering.
I am one that believes … truth will eventually prevail.

How many lifetimes have I given this offering only to never see that truth blossom into something magnificent.

It is no different than the planting of the trees in the desert knowing that one will never actually be nurtured by the wonder of that forest.

Planting the seeds of awakened truth is a quest that recognizes that those seeds will germinate only when the time is right and the conditions perfect for that particular seed to rise.

It matters not what the mind demands or how determined the egos speculations are.

Being a wanderer and a watcher, I understand that I am the keeper and protector of the shifting rays of light.

I know when to pour that light through the prison windows to souls … destined to remember and awaken.

Great deaths are necessary for great renewal.

Great sacrifices are demanded of those that never believed such was their destiny.

That is what makes a tragedy be remembered, stories written and songs sung to inspire others when the going gets tough.

No one is protected from the fates that are dished out randomly.

The good souls are dragged equally through the mud and horror created by powerful and wealthy tyrants.

Being “good” will not protect you completely from the actions and choices that one made while caught in the delusions and lies of those who care for nothing but themselves.

The darkness is coming and it will not be stopped until the veils of irrationality are torn down and the hubris exposed fully.

The capacity of my soul to hold the lights of truth has been practiced and honed.

Even in the darkness or in my death, those lights will never dim and they are never lost.

Truth will always find its way back into the light.

Truth is always reborn into the shape that will allow for growth.

Many will not live to see that complete rebirth.

Many were here to witness the darkness in their own soul and recognize that their choices and actions are now eating them alive from the inside out.

Fate is not without … irony.

Destiny was never intended to be easy or smooth.

Destiny mocks and contradicts human plans and desires.

That is because destiny is a tool of truth.

It scoffs at how humanity tries to avoid something but instead their choices lead them directly towards what they fear the most.

Destiny reveals fundamental truths about ourselves, the world, and the natural order.

Our actions are the seeds of our fate.

But it is our deeds that will grow into our destiny.

Destiny is not a matter of luck or chance.

Your destiny has always been a matter of your choices.

Your destiny knows that to find you … it only needs to wait on the road that you believed you were avoiding.

Too often, a soul ends up in hell, because he saw the truth … too late.
~Suzanne Wagner~

01/04/2026

If I Were A Ghost

If I were to be a ghost, I wonder who I would want to haunt.
Who would I lovingly follow or leave them in great want?

Who would I not allow for them to forget my face?
Who would I shower with love and forgive with grace?

I believe that I would be a ghost exactly as I have tried to live.
I would whisper the truths to those open and that intended to give.

I would walk familiar pathways of my past selves from other lives.
I would frighten those whose intention was to harm with hidden knives.

I would give hope to those lost and alone.
I would cultivate regret for those first to throw a stone.

I think it might be fun to wander this earth without social limitations or fears.
I could make lots of noise and soften some tears.

But at a point I would want to leave this density for the glorious light.
And off I would wander to my soul’s delight.

In meeting all the saints, I am sure they will smile and laugh.
They will tip their hats and hand me a staff.

Because during my life I worked hard to awaken the truth.
And even as a ghost I operated as a divine sleuth.

Being human can be very hard.
Life is a pathway that can leave one scarred.

But it is in the broken parts that the light finally shines through.
Because a broken heart learns to always be true.
~Suzanne Wagner~

01/04/2026

Poem - If I Were A Ghost

If I were to be a ghost, I wonder who I would want to haunt.
Who would I lovingly follow or leave them in great want?

Who would I not allow for them to forget my face?
Who would I shower with love and forgive with grace?

I believe that I would be a ghost exactly as I have tried to live.
I would whisper the truths to those open and that intended to give.

I would walk familiar pathways of my past selves from other lives.
I would frighten those whose intention was to harm with hidden knives.

I would give hope to those lost and alone.
I would cultivate regret for those first to throw a stone.

I think it might be fun to wander this earth without social limitations or fears.
I could make lots of noise and soften some tears.

But at a point I would want to leave this density for the glorious light.
And off I would wander to my soul’s delight.

In meeting all the saints, I am sure they will smile and laugh.
They will tip their hats and hand me a staff.

Because during my life I worked hard to awaken the truth.
And even as a ghost I operated as a divine sleuth.

Being human can be very hard.
Life is a pathway that can leave one scarred.

But it is in the broken parts that the light finally shines through.
Because a broken heart learns to always be true.
~Suzanne Wagner~

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01/04/2026

Poem - A Soul Ends Up In Hell,
Because He Saw The Truth
… Too Late

I live my life holding my light up as an offering.
I am one that believes … truth will eventually prevail.

How many lifetimes have I given this offering only to never see that truth blossom into something magnificent.

It is no different than the planting of the trees in the desert knowing that one will never actually be nurtured by the wonder of that forest.

Planting the seeds of awakened truth is a quest that recognizes that those seeds will germinate only when the time is right and the conditions perfect for that particular seed to rise.

It matters not what the mind demands or how determined the egos speculations are.

Being a wanderer and a watcher, I understand that I am the keeper and protector of the shifting rays of light.

I know when to pour that light through the prison windows to souls … destined to remember and awaken.

Great deaths are necessary for great renewal.

Great sacrifices are demanded of those that never believed such was their destiny.

That is what makes a tragedy be remembered, stories written and songs sung to inspire others when the going gets tough.

No one is protected from the fates that are dished out randomly.

The good souls are dragged equally through the mud and horror created by powerful and wealthy tyrants.

Being “good” will not protect you completely from the actions and choices that one made while caught in the delusions and lies of those who care for nothing but themselves.

The darkness is coming and it will not be stopped until the veils of irrationality are torn down and the hubris exposed fully.

The capacity of my soul to hold the lights of truth has been practiced and honed.

Even in the darkness or in my death, those lights will never dim and they are never lost.

Truth will always find its way back into the light.

Truth is always reborn into the shape that will allow for growth.

Many will not live to see that complete rebirth.

Many were here to witness the darkness in their own soul and recognize that their choices and actions are now eating them alive from the inside out.

Fate is not without … irony.

Destiny was never intended to be easy or smooth.

Destiny mocks and contradicts human plans and desires.

That is because destiny is a tool of truth.

It scoffs at how humanity tries to avoid something but instead their choices lead them directly towards what they fear the most.

Destiny reveals fundamental truths about ourselves, the world, and the natural order.

Our actions are the seeds of our fate.

But it is our deeds that will grow into our destiny.

Destiny is not a matter of luck or chance.

Your destiny has always been a matter of your choices.

Your destiny knows that to find you … it only needs to wait on the road that you believed you were avoiding.

Too often, a soul ends up in hell, because he saw the truth … too late.
~Suzanne Wagner~

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01/02/2026

Poem - Listen to the Sun and the Stars Calling you Home

Can you feel the electricity as the storm moves in?
Can you smell the rain in the distance filling your soul with something fresh and new?

I live for the storms, and I thrive in the lightening strikes.
I can breathe when the winds howl and the power of nature screams.

I am that voice that forever whispers and is never truly silent.
I am the longing of your heart that begs for risk.

I watch a world that wants to entangle the minds and souls of a magic that can never actually be tamed.
I am what you keep seeking but always seems to be just beyond the grasp of your mind.

That is because I do not live in the world of thoughts.
I exist in the worlds of feelings, sensations, flavors, and color.

I am that thing that haunts your dreams and hunts your nightmares.
I do not live in the fantasies of tomorrow nor do I exist in any past.

Passions do not burn in the fearful.
Art does not flourish in the endless looping’s of chaos.

Life moves and flows all around you calling to your forgetfulness.
But so many have forgotten how to hear because they have lost the patience to really listen.

Addicted to the dramas induced by the mind and ego.
Those souls are lost in the noise and haze of socialization.

And in doing that they lose touch with the compassion that connects all things.
I sit at the edges of that mental fortress they think will make them safe.

But all it has done is imprisoned them and hidden the keys to truth.
Some becomes so consumed that they even forget to look outside to the sun and stars that will forever call them back home.
~Suzanne Wagner~

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12/29/2025

My Soul Does Not Actually Exist In Gravity

Bravery and courage move with us through time.
We are in a time where few show enough bravery to the faces of power.
Few have the courage to confront the dysfunction of human desire.
Somewhere in time, I have anchored in powerful bravery, and I have been willing to courageously look deep into the desires of my soul.

I fear not those with the power to destroy reputations and life.
History is filled with the lost names of the most courageous of us that were discredited, tortured, and killed.
Those of power will try to tear down the miracles of innovation and insight.
Their desires unchecked … wished to take the creative talents of others in order to gain wealth and fame.

The powerful can take the things they desire but in death those lessons of tenacity and creative genius do not follow them into the ethers or into any other place and time.
In fact, in stealing what was not theirs, they lose small pieces of their own soul.
They do not see that cruelty can and will have long and lasting impacts across the trajectory of their soul.
Those that move from compassion will forever struggle against all forms of oppression.

The beginning of awareness allows the soul to stand up and fight for freedom.
The continuation of the soul’s evolution allows ones to experience the transformative power of knowledge.
How many lifetimes have we wandered about searching for ways for the human spirit to triumph over the hateful?
Remember this, each choice and action comes from a core intention to do good or to do harm.

Your future self is shaped by your response to your own crimes of neglect and fear.
Your future self is given more chances when we allow the kindness and compassion to grow within our lives.
We remember each other when the compassion looms forward.
We fall into forgetfulness when we allow the powerful to take our choices away from us.

Every encounter we experience is a chance for a change in direction.
The reaching for another future possibility.
A moment when time bends and what could be, begins to come into form.
A moment when the grip of mortality lessens and we remember that our soul does not actually exist in gravity.
~Suzanne Wagner~

12/29/2025

Rejecting Opinions in Order to Learn

I listen to the stars, but I do not know the time.
I hear the voices of the ancestors and those past their prime.

Respect is an action that carries compassion.
It remembers that this moment does not require reaction.

Each moment asks you to believe your heart.
That is how we shift the tides and forge a new start.

I will not be silent nor will not rest while hate has a strong hold.
I do not understand those that hold so much fear that they refuse to be bold.

Courage is not born from moments of ease and grace.
Courage is born from turmoil that comes face to face.

In that moment, you can collapse or make another choice.
That other choice is your courage finding a voice.

I can forgive anyone if they come to me with a reformed soul.
I do not need to be right, as spiritual awakening was always the goal.

But growth comes from a clarity that moves in.
It must get past the blocks of the ego and get under one’s skin.

Nothing is more precious than to see a soul make a huge turn.
Then take the wheel of their life and rejects opinions in order to learn.
~Suzanne Wagner~

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Rejecting Opinions in Order to LearnI listen to the stars, but I do not know the time.I hear the voices of the ancestors and those past their prime.Respect i...

12/29/2025

My Soul Does Not Actually Exist In Gravity

Bravery and courage move with us through time.
We are in a time where few show enough bravery to the faces of power.
Few have the courage to confront the dysfunction of human desire.
Somewhere in time, I have anchored in powerful bravery, and I have been willing to courageously look deep into the desires of my soul.

I fear not those with the power to destroy reputations and life.
History is filled with the lost names of the most courageous of us that were discredited, tortured, and killed.
Those of power will try to tear down the miracles of innovation and insight.
Their desires unchecked … wished to take the creative talents of others in order to gain wealth and fame.

The powerful can take the things they desire but in death those lessons of tenacity and creative genius do not follow them into the ethers or into any other place and time.
In fact, in stealing what was not theirs, they lose small pieces of their own soul.
They do not see that cruelty can and will have long and lasting impacts across the trajectory of their soul.
Those that move from compassion will forever struggle against all forms of oppression.

The beginning of awareness allows the soul to stand up and fight for freedom.
The continuation of the soul’s evolution allows ones to experience the transformative power of knowledge.
How many lifetimes have we wandered about searching for ways for the human spirit to triumph over the hateful?
Remember this, each choice and action comes from a core intention to do good or to do harm.

Your future self is shaped by your response to your own crimes of neglect and fear.
Your future self is given more chances when we allow the kindness and compassion to grow within our lives.
We remember each other when the compassion looms forward.
We fall into forgetfulness when we allow the powerful to take our choices away from us.

Every encounter we experience is a chance for a change in direction.
The reaching for another future possibility.
A moment when time bends and what could be, begins to come into form.
A moment when the grip of mortality lessens and we remember that our soul does not actually exist in gravity.
~Suzanne Wagner~

YouTube:

My Soul Does Not Actually Exist In GravityBravery and courage move with us through time. We are in a time where few show enough bravery to the faces of power...

12/23/2025

Rejecting Opinions in Order to Learn

I listen to the stars, but I do not know the time.
I hear the voices of the ancestors and those past their prime.

Respect is an action that carries compassion.
It remembers that this moment does not require reaction.

Each moment asks you to believe your heart.
That is how we shift the tides and forge a new start.

I will not be silent nor will not rest while hate has a strong hold.
I do not understand those that hold so much fear that they refuse to be bold.

Courage is not born from moments of ease and grace.
Courage is born from turmoil that comes face to face.

In that moment, you can collapse or make another choice.
That other choice is your courage finding a voice.

I can forgive anyone if they come to me with a reformed soul.
I do not need to be right, as spiritual awakening was always the goal.

But growth comes from a clarity that moves in.
It must get past the blocks of the ego and get under one’s skin.

Nothing is more precious than to see a soul make a huge turn.
Then take the wheel of their life and rejects opinions in order to learn.
~Suzanne Wagner~

12/07/2025

Suzanne Wagner Poem - The Venom of this Land

There is a venom spreading across this land.
The toxicity infects those where they stand.

They refuse to move out of fear and pain.
They refuse their own power or allow the truth to gain.

They are being poisoned by the venomous snakes.
Those that gives nothing but only takes.

They think that if they hold still, they might make sense of it all.
But the bite they took only intends them to become a rag doll.

The poison wants the mind to make sense of what is unfolding.
But the longer they wait, the more blind they are becoming.

When you do not move and are frozen in fear.
Then you risk losing everything you hold dear.

I walk away from those who are toxic and unwilling to admit their mistakes.
Perpetuating lies will not help you win a sweepstakes.

Loyalty given out of fear and lack of remorse.
Sets the stage for your lifetimes to be a very dangerous course.

At the end of this life, you will have to face those pearly gates.
And St Peter will make you face your actions and states.

Heaven does not allow in, those who knew better but did nothing to assist.
And you will be required to go back down to address the truth that you did resist.

The hate you denied helped you make choices that caused harm.
And until you find the compassion for that hate to disarm.

You will be trapped in an endless cycle of pain.
You will be required to feel the misery that you used to maim.

And the road back to redemption are lessons that will last a long time.
Because the hole dug in this moment will become an arduous climb.
~Suzanne Wagner~

12/07/2025

Suzanne Wagner Poem - The Venom of this Land

There is a venom spreading across this land.
The toxicity infects those where they stand.

They refuse to move out of fear and pain.
They refuse their own power or allow the truth to gain.

They are being poisoned by the venomous snakes.
Those that gives nothing but only takes.

They think that if they hold still, they might make sense of it all.
But the bite they took only intends them to become a rag doll.

The poison wants the mind to make sense of what is unfolding.
But the longer they wait, the more blind they are becoming.

When you do not move and are frozen in fear.
Then you risk losing everything you hold dear.

I walk away from those who are toxic and unwilling to admit their mistakes.
Perpetuating lies will not help you win a sweepstakes.

Loyalty given out of fear and lack of remorse.
Sets the stage for your lifetimes to be a very dangerous course.

At the end of this life, you will have to face those pearly gates.
And St Peter will make you face your actions and states.

Heaven does not allow in, those who knew better but did nothing to assist.
And you will be required to go back down to address the truth that you did resist.

The hate you denied helped you make choices that caused harm.
And until you find the compassion for that hate to disarm.

You will be trapped in an endless cycle of pain.
You will be required to feel the misery that you used to maim.

And the road back to redemption are lessons that will last a long time.
Because the hole dug in this moment will become an arduous climb.
~Suzanne Wagner~

YouTube:

The Venom of this LandThere is a venom spreading across this land.The toxicity infects those where they stand. They refuse to move out of fear and pain.They ...