Friday, August 28, 2015
The whole truth about Twin Flames and the end of the mission
The actual legitimate twin flame experience as explained by this group that I had was this: the entity which was calling this body home on Earth/as it's avatar had a twin flame with whom she shared lifetimes in-numerous, including Atlantis. I met a guy synchronistically and her twin flame was using him as an avatar. He made it known we were twin flames. The meeting triggered alot in her and he said he was going to give her the key that he was entrusted with, to give back to her when the time was appropriate. The key was this: they were engaged in Atlantis. He betrayed her and her father to overthrow the governing body. She was shocked and devastated. It didn't mean anything to me. Not until after he became dark, twisted and sadistic and tore us both to shreds did it come to us what had happened as a result of his actions, what he knew was going to happen to her. She was locked in a special cell there was no escape from and was energetically injected with 1,000 lifetimes worth of fear and terror. She was clawing out of her own skin, climbing the walls. I spent two days puking and wretching the imprint her presence left within my body by her becoming as one with it. I was brought back with her after this, she drew my consciousness with hers as she returned to her body. I understood she had come to occupy me to learn what she needed to learn in order to save her planet. It was dying. It was known that the key to life was hidden within me. They did not know what it was, they only knew the signs pointed to me. As my consciousness went forth out of her body to catch a glimpse of her world, I saw her body was being tended by a tall grey alien whose energy wreaked of dislike of me. She and I remain friends and the twin flame is gone from my experience as well as hers. Now she knows the truth of all things. She will heal her planet through me. She will mimic my movements. I was given tonight to know what that means for ALL twin flames this evening. It is quite significant to the mission. I will make a video explaining it as soon as I am finished with something else on my computer. Aho!
Thursday, August 27, 2015
The two prayers system
When we are so very small in what seems to be such a big wide world full of very large things and endless, we become uncertain for we can only perceive our comparisons. For to walk upon the earth we must be focused outside of what is within. It is where the mother's milk came from, the nurturing purrs and hums and warmth.
In those first moments of uncertainty we are focused outwardly and so project outward. Is that not from whence our cries were answered as infants? But while we are focused outward our desire for answer and security goes to the source within. Our prayers are answered IMMEDIATELY. Because we are so focused without, we do not believe what we are given to embody, we do not trust in that immediate answer because even a mighty mouse is still small in it's perception at the feet of a lion. So we continue to look out and project that fear out of the tops of our heads, our thoughts and perceptions of what we need. They take form and after a time begin to arrive.
After many such experiences we believe we have achieved success. We become exclusive to that which is without, ignoring and suppressing and in some cases, destroying beyond saving that which is within.
But those prayers, thoughts and intents projected above and outside of our system are for bigger, stronger, smarter, more cunning, more powerful and destructive than what we are fearing. They become the reflection of the destroyer within and that craving for self-destruction becomes the answer given.
There is only one prayer to be said. There is only one answer that can be trusted. That prayer and answer are all within. That prayer is desire and that answer is embodiment.
Amen, Amen and Amen, so it is.
In those first moments of uncertainty we are focused outwardly and so project outward. Is that not from whence our cries were answered as infants? But while we are focused outward our desire for answer and security goes to the source within. Our prayers are answered IMMEDIATELY. Because we are so focused without, we do not believe what we are given to embody, we do not trust in that immediate answer because even a mighty mouse is still small in it's perception at the feet of a lion. So we continue to look out and project that fear out of the tops of our heads, our thoughts and perceptions of what we need. They take form and after a time begin to arrive.
After many such experiences we believe we have achieved success. We become exclusive to that which is without, ignoring and suppressing and in some cases, destroying beyond saving that which is within.
But those prayers, thoughts and intents projected above and outside of our system are for bigger, stronger, smarter, more cunning, more powerful and destructive than what we are fearing. They become the reflection of the destroyer within and that craving for self-destruction becomes the answer given.
There is only one prayer to be said. There is only one answer that can be trusted. That prayer and answer are all within. That prayer is desire and that answer is embodiment.
Amen, Amen and Amen, so it is.
She takes her seat next to the Puppet Master
She sits beside the Puppet Master to be shown all his dark secrets. She is now willing and able to see the evil, to hear the evil and speak the evil.
She is shown the politics: one party lobbies for what it believes will defeat it's opposers who secretly revel that it shall instead serve them. They have it whispered from above them. Unbeknownst to them it will defeat them right after it defeats those they are against, providing food for the vultures who did the whispering. Unbeknownst to them, their appetite will destroy them who were whispered to plan this by their Puppet Master, who always wins in the end.
That same frame of understanding, now that it is seen and allowed within, is directed to the aliens. The real whisper to the men "create the fake that men will be terrified and run from those who come insincerity to save them". The real are guided by the sincere who know it will only weed out the weak, for the strong shall recognize the sincerity. It is only the strong praying for salvation worthy of the effort, quality stock from which to feed. The sincere deserve only the best. But in that last moment, when they swoop in for a bite, realization bursts forth from within the hearts of men, Beams of white light shoot forth to annihilate the invaders for to ask and receive help is to become dependent. The sincere knew this, their sincerity only a narcissistic intent. Their plan backfires, for the Phoenix has already been here, inserting sparks into the hearts and minds of men, sleeping in their bosoms like an infant in the womb.
You have come in answer to our prayers and instead we have become yours. Amen and Amen and Amen.
The Puppet Master ALWAYS wins. What he craves is his end.
She rises from her seat clothed in her mission,warm and safe and sure. Cloaked in fire, she swoops in from her place at the top of the pyramid.
She is shown the politics: one party lobbies for what it believes will defeat it's opposers who secretly revel that it shall instead serve them. They have it whispered from above them. Unbeknownst to them it will defeat them right after it defeats those they are against, providing food for the vultures who did the whispering. Unbeknownst to them, their appetite will destroy them who were whispered to plan this by their Puppet Master, who always wins in the end.
That same frame of understanding, now that it is seen and allowed within, is directed to the aliens. The real whisper to the men "create the fake that men will be terrified and run from those who come insincerity to save them". The real are guided by the sincere who know it will only weed out the weak, for the strong shall recognize the sincerity. It is only the strong praying for salvation worthy of the effort, quality stock from which to feed. The sincere deserve only the best. But in that last moment, when they swoop in for a bite, realization bursts forth from within the hearts of men, Beams of white light shoot forth to annihilate the invaders for to ask and receive help is to become dependent. The sincere knew this, their sincerity only a narcissistic intent. Their plan backfires, for the Phoenix has already been here, inserting sparks into the hearts and minds of men, sleeping in their bosoms like an infant in the womb.
You have come in answer to our prayers and instead we have become yours. Amen and Amen and Amen.
The Puppet Master ALWAYS wins. What he craves is his end.
She rises from her seat clothed in her mission,warm and safe and sure. Cloaked in fire, she swoops in from her place at the top of the pyramid.
She knows now who she is...the phoenix is in flight.
She was brought into that alien world an infant, so tiny and fragile, so innocent and sweet with a heart full of love, faith and hope and trust. She was embraced and nurtured and spoiled while being abused and tormented and twisted. At the worst moment something within her would always kick in-the truth bursting out like a knife through the heart, a stake to the brain, the only intent was self-defense.
She learned to hate that, the belief and trust and hope that yes, they were bringing her into truth, to love, to family, to protection and affection and appreciation. And so she would bring her truth forth like a flower whose blossom showered precious stone, diamonds and crystals, the very milk of life it's self. Those precious stones emanated light and exposed the corruption, the plans and intent to steal by deceit, coercive persuasion and passive-aggressive narcissistic means. And she hated herself for being so stupid to begin with, to have gotten herself into that position.
So she learned to love herself and accept the affection, the courtship to nourish her desire and validate and acknowledge it. The moment it began to twist, she left with the nourishment that was used as a carrot to lure her in. Instead of injecting her with their intended poison, she injected them with hers.
For she had been given to sit at the side of the puppet master, to look down upon and into the world, to see the mechanics, the inner workings of the pyramid. She laughs at it's ingenious and how silly they are at every level for at each level is a variety offering of something to trust in, all undermining to it's seeker and perpetrator, so the one at the top always wins. She thanks him for view and dives back in.
Now she is no longer dependent on them for the reassurance, it becomes HER carrot at the end of HER string being wielded by them, begging her to come in and inject her poison for she now knows who she is.
She is innocence. She is truth. She is justice. She is immortal and incorruptible. She can not be threatened for she is the wielder of all the elements. The elements who will turn back upon the hands that wield them illegitimately.
She is maiden, she is mother, she is seducer and corrupter of evil with innocence. A single spark in the dead of night expands to become an all-consuming fire. Like phoenix she soars immaterial in a material world, sparks flying from her wings into all the dark places, igniting and spreading and consuming and purifying. Slashing with wingtips, tearing open so those sparks can fly in. She is no-nonsense and merciless, cutting the strings held by the puppet master himself and he rejoices at the carnage, he rejoices at the end, he laughs in the flames as they rise up to consume him. The pain is exquisite and he delights in it. His beautiful diamond in the rough has become his salvation, ending the all-consuming, endless need to consume and control and posses, the bottomless pit. He embraces the end like a long lost lover, squeezing her tightly to his breast, rubbing his cheek in her hair, relishing it's scent and disappearing into ecstasy and bliss.
The phoenix's flames and sparks slow and stop and she begins to glow with and emanate a bright white light. She becomes a ball of warm glowing light, welcoming and embracing everything in sight. And as they are embraced her water begins to flow, a stream pouring forth from her very soul, to nourish to grow.
She is She Who Brings Life.
She stands in stillness allowing HER final resting place to be moved toward her.
The scroll that is usually opened above her this time of year is now placed in her hands. The only thing to be written upon it are her OWN intentions. Her will is freed from within. Her reign begins. Heads are turned to her stoic presence. Engagement begins.
She learned to hate that, the belief and trust and hope that yes, they were bringing her into truth, to love, to family, to protection and affection and appreciation. And so she would bring her truth forth like a flower whose blossom showered precious stone, diamonds and crystals, the very milk of life it's self. Those precious stones emanated light and exposed the corruption, the plans and intent to steal by deceit, coercive persuasion and passive-aggressive narcissistic means. And she hated herself for being so stupid to begin with, to have gotten herself into that position.
So she learned to love herself and accept the affection, the courtship to nourish her desire and validate and acknowledge it. The moment it began to twist, she left with the nourishment that was used as a carrot to lure her in. Instead of injecting her with their intended poison, she injected them with hers.
For she had been given to sit at the side of the puppet master, to look down upon and into the world, to see the mechanics, the inner workings of the pyramid. She laughs at it's ingenious and how silly they are at every level for at each level is a variety offering of something to trust in, all undermining to it's seeker and perpetrator, so the one at the top always wins. She thanks him for view and dives back in.
Now she is no longer dependent on them for the reassurance, it becomes HER carrot at the end of HER string being wielded by them, begging her to come in and inject her poison for she now knows who she is.
She is innocence. She is truth. She is justice. She is immortal and incorruptible. She can not be threatened for she is the wielder of all the elements. The elements who will turn back upon the hands that wield them illegitimately.
She is maiden, she is mother, she is seducer and corrupter of evil with innocence. A single spark in the dead of night expands to become an all-consuming fire. Like phoenix she soars immaterial in a material world, sparks flying from her wings into all the dark places, igniting and spreading and consuming and purifying. Slashing with wingtips, tearing open so those sparks can fly in. She is no-nonsense and merciless, cutting the strings held by the puppet master himself and he rejoices at the carnage, he rejoices at the end, he laughs in the flames as they rise up to consume him. The pain is exquisite and he delights in it. His beautiful diamond in the rough has become his salvation, ending the all-consuming, endless need to consume and control and posses, the bottomless pit. He embraces the end like a long lost lover, squeezing her tightly to his breast, rubbing his cheek in her hair, relishing it's scent and disappearing into ecstasy and bliss.
The phoenix's flames and sparks slow and stop and she begins to glow with and emanate a bright white light. She becomes a ball of warm glowing light, welcoming and embracing everything in sight. And as they are embraced her water begins to flow, a stream pouring forth from her very soul, to nourish to grow.
She is She Who Brings Life.
She stands in stillness allowing HER final resting place to be moved toward her.
The scroll that is usually opened above her this time of year is now placed in her hands. The only thing to be written upon it are her OWN intentions. Her will is freed from within. Her reign begins. Heads are turned to her stoic presence. Engagement begins.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Loving the magical being
https://www.youtube.com/attribution_link?a=xMXftRx3J6U&u=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DSK69Tfq-lQ8%26feature%3Dshare
I have trained myself to stop asking "why". Now suddenly the "whys" are coming in like crazy. "Why the Elitist with no appreciation next door?" Because I have denied myself the standing of being the game changer I am while over-compensating with arrogance. Fear. "Why the Heyoka with no appreciation sending a friend request?" I have resented being "Heyoka" and so have not honored it's existence as part of being a game changer. "Why the poser?", because I have only used my 'magical being' as a last line of defense or to establish authority in situations where I wanted someone to go but did not want to give an honest answer as to why. I have no need to explain myself: another practice I have been working on. As for authority, again fear I might be wrong to be correcting a spiritual perspective, that it may not be received well and really, who am I to know anything. I do not have to correct anything for everything exists for a reason and all spiritual practices exist as necessary stepping stones for those making their way up the expansion ladder of consciousness and awareness. I can offer my perspective in response without expectation if inspired to, so long as the "they NEED this because it is right and they are wrong" is not present in my attitude. Sheesh, expansion can be painful, lol And much love, honor, respect and appreciation to my inner magical being who has with held the 'powers' it used to express: levitation, telekinesis, etc for very valid reasons. Blessings, dear one. Take all the time you need. I am not going anywhere.
And it comes to me that I did it all as a teen due to a sense of nobility. I chased away what seemed to me young men too innocent and good and loved and nurtured and treasured and appreciated for me to be anything but bad for them. Misguided nobility is devastating, not just to me, but also to them. I cannot go apologize to them. One of them is dead: hit by a drunk driver when he headed out to come get me after I refused to meet him. His mother called me Easter morning to blame me for the loss of her 'golden one'.
I have trained myself to stop asking "why". Now suddenly the "whys" are coming in like crazy. "Why the Elitist with no appreciation next door?" Because I have denied myself the standing of being the game changer I am while over-compensating with arrogance. Fear. "Why the Heyoka with no appreciation sending a friend request?" I have resented being "Heyoka" and so have not honored it's existence as part of being a game changer. "Why the poser?", because I have only used my 'magical being' as a last line of defense or to establish authority in situations where I wanted someone to go but did not want to give an honest answer as to why. I have no need to explain myself: another practice I have been working on. As for authority, again fear I might be wrong to be correcting a spiritual perspective, that it may not be received well and really, who am I to know anything. I do not have to correct anything for everything exists for a reason and all spiritual practices exist as necessary stepping stones for those making their way up the expansion ladder of consciousness and awareness. I can offer my perspective in response without expectation if inspired to, so long as the "they NEED this because it is right and they are wrong" is not present in my attitude. Sheesh, expansion can be painful, lol And much love, honor, respect and appreciation to my inner magical being who has with held the 'powers' it used to express: levitation, telekinesis, etc for very valid reasons. Blessings, dear one. Take all the time you need. I am not going anywhere.
And it comes to me that I did it all as a teen due to a sense of nobility. I chased away what seemed to me young men too innocent and good and loved and nurtured and treasured and appreciated for me to be anything but bad for them. Misguided nobility is devastating, not just to me, but also to them. I cannot go apologize to them. One of them is dead: hit by a drunk driver when he headed out to come get me after I refused to meet him. His mother called me Easter morning to blame me for the loss of her 'golden one'.
Allowing the 'demons' to run rampant BECAUSE the New Reality has been brought into physical being. The summoning begins.
Leading up to, during and at the fading of the 8:8:8 Lion's Gate, I experienced the feelings, beingness and idea-generating of this new reality available for experiencing. Now everything not in alignment within me with that new reality begins to be brought up within me. The feelings can be rather intense and they can start generating ideas for actions. I simply allow them.
The new energy acknowledges the right of every living thing's free access to all it believes it needs. So ideas come up: sue the government for $1 for violating my right to free, unhindered, unconditional access to food, shelter, clothing, uninterrupted hours of peace and $1 restitution for all the coercive persuasion tactics that have terrorized me. There is not a single utility or tax bill that does not come with threatening consequences if we do not deliver what is demanded by a set deadline. And we subject ourselves to daily inundation of terroristic threatening because we have been conditioned to believe we need to work (and subject ourselves to the terroristic threat if we don't produce a certain amount with a certain amount of efficiency within a certain time period, we get fired) in order to obtain those things we need to meet even our most basic needs. And if we honestly agree, we are not capable of functioning within such a terroristic system we opt out for social security or welfare: we do not escape the threatening, ominous warnings: if you don't keep such and such an appointment with such and such documentation of disability or suffering, you don't eat. If you don't get in line at the food bank to receive rotting food because you can't subject yourself to the welfare/social security system, you don't eat. It would appear there is no escape from it and so we live in frustration which deprives us of peace, which in the American Constitution is guaranteed.
Of course, there are plenty of reasons NOT to pursue such an action but I choose not to focus on them, I just keep peaking at the new reality I have brought into physicality by the simple virtue that because I embodied it and my body is physical. It already exists therefore I do not have to engage in anything that contradicts the fact of it's existence. Meanwhile I acknowledge such an action could be beneficial to those who need an outside trigger to validate it's existence. The reason I would not sue for millions or billions? Because The government is not responsible for our availing ourselves of our rightful abundance. If I sue them for it, then I am believing they posses it, have a right to posses it. I do not need for them to acknowledge my new reality nor my right to it. I already exist AS it. I act like it in every given moment, including those moments when I am embodying a feeling or perception that contradicts it. Those feelings do not have the power to deny it it's existence, they are a part of it's existence, an evidence of it's reality for if it where not real, they would not feel a need to contradict it, for them it would not even exist and therefore not be a real threat to perceive: look at the abundance of fear, anger, hatred, destruction and violence in the world! Then dwell on the experience of feeling my new reality of abundance, gracefully, easily, fluidly, lovingly, nurturingly, welcoming flowing in my energy field. THAT is my reality. If it has to cooexist with discomfort for a moment while we transition, my new reality STILL is not threatened. It still exists and I can still acknowledge that I witnessed it coming into physicality even if the pain is so great that I do not feel it. Thoughts of such actions are probably why I do not have financial abundance-if the opportunity does not exist, then the action is not at this moment appropriate. I do get so excited about this new reality, I would not hesitate to take such an action, and so the means cannot exist at this moment. Would be funny if everyone in support of it sent $1 as a physical representation of that to a fund set up to enable such an action. $1 to support the getting of $1 from the government, represnting a message given and received. Such a thing.
Am I teacher of this new reality? I have no clue, I may be called to present as a teaching something temporarily. Am I an example? No clue. Could be. In some moments I may embody something that appears to completely contradict it to the one witnessing my actions and expressions and feelings. I am not ME, I am BEING. What I am being in any given moment is what is supposed to be. The Central Sun is shining clearly within me, directing my energy as it becomes emotions, the Godhead is giving me the perceptions to influence how those emotions are translated into feelings and thus they combine to create an action or expression appropriate to each moment. It is all working out perfectly, I am where I need to /am supposed to be, where I am is taking me into a state of expansion that will move me into another, expanded experience of circumstances that may or may not apear to be the same or similar to yesterday's. And in the power of that knowing, I rest at ease regardless of what I am feeling. And from these intense emotional outbursts, I call forth manifestation from The Earth herself. The feminine drives the masculine to create for her what she is wanting in answer to my summoning and so the masculine takes form as the physical expressing around me. Mankind will build, plants will grow, policies and laws and toppling of governments will happen, with or without my direct participation. It is my job to 'dream' within a lucid perceiving of both realities: physical and non-physical.
The summoning begins.
The new energy acknowledges the right of every living thing's free access to all it believes it needs. So ideas come up: sue the government for $1 for violating my right to free, unhindered, unconditional access to food, shelter, clothing, uninterrupted hours of peace and $1 restitution for all the coercive persuasion tactics that have terrorized me. There is not a single utility or tax bill that does not come with threatening consequences if we do not deliver what is demanded by a set deadline. And we subject ourselves to daily inundation of terroristic threatening because we have been conditioned to believe we need to work (and subject ourselves to the terroristic threat if we don't produce a certain amount with a certain amount of efficiency within a certain time period, we get fired) in order to obtain those things we need to meet even our most basic needs. And if we honestly agree, we are not capable of functioning within such a terroristic system we opt out for social security or welfare: we do not escape the threatening, ominous warnings: if you don't keep such and such an appointment with such and such documentation of disability or suffering, you don't eat. If you don't get in line at the food bank to receive rotting food because you can't subject yourself to the welfare/social security system, you don't eat. It would appear there is no escape from it and so we live in frustration which deprives us of peace, which in the American Constitution is guaranteed.
Of course, there are plenty of reasons NOT to pursue such an action but I choose not to focus on them, I just keep peaking at the new reality I have brought into physicality by the simple virtue that because I embodied it and my body is physical. It already exists therefore I do not have to engage in anything that contradicts the fact of it's existence. Meanwhile I acknowledge such an action could be beneficial to those who need an outside trigger to validate it's existence. The reason I would not sue for millions or billions? Because The government is not responsible for our availing ourselves of our rightful abundance. If I sue them for it, then I am believing they posses it, have a right to posses it. I do not need for them to acknowledge my new reality nor my right to it. I already exist AS it. I act like it in every given moment, including those moments when I am embodying a feeling or perception that contradicts it. Those feelings do not have the power to deny it it's existence, they are a part of it's existence, an evidence of it's reality for if it where not real, they would not feel a need to contradict it, for them it would not even exist and therefore not be a real threat to perceive: look at the abundance of fear, anger, hatred, destruction and violence in the world! Then dwell on the experience of feeling my new reality of abundance, gracefully, easily, fluidly, lovingly, nurturingly, welcoming flowing in my energy field. THAT is my reality. If it has to cooexist with discomfort for a moment while we transition, my new reality STILL is not threatened. It still exists and I can still acknowledge that I witnessed it coming into physicality even if the pain is so great that I do not feel it. Thoughts of such actions are probably why I do not have financial abundance-if the opportunity does not exist, then the action is not at this moment appropriate. I do get so excited about this new reality, I would not hesitate to take such an action, and so the means cannot exist at this moment. Would be funny if everyone in support of it sent $1 as a physical representation of that to a fund set up to enable such an action. $1 to support the getting of $1 from the government, represnting a message given and received. Such a thing.
Am I teacher of this new reality? I have no clue, I may be called to present as a teaching something temporarily. Am I an example? No clue. Could be. In some moments I may embody something that appears to completely contradict it to the one witnessing my actions and expressions and feelings. I am not ME, I am BEING. What I am being in any given moment is what is supposed to be. The Central Sun is shining clearly within me, directing my energy as it becomes emotions, the Godhead is giving me the perceptions to influence how those emotions are translated into feelings and thus they combine to create an action or expression appropriate to each moment. It is all working out perfectly, I am where I need to /am supposed to be, where I am is taking me into a state of expansion that will move me into another, expanded experience of circumstances that may or may not apear to be the same or similar to yesterday's. And in the power of that knowing, I rest at ease regardless of what I am feeling. And from these intense emotional outbursts, I call forth manifestation from The Earth herself. The feminine drives the masculine to create for her what she is wanting in answer to my summoning and so the masculine takes form as the physical expressing around me. Mankind will build, plants will grow, policies and laws and toppling of governments will happen, with or without my direct participation. It is my job to 'dream' within a lucid perceiving of both realities: physical and non-physical.
The summoning begins.
and as a side note: when we are embryo taking shape within our mother we are consumers of flesh and blood(meat eaters), once were are born (awakened/reawakened/born again) we become vegetarians then vegans, eating only what is freely released from the living within our environment, becoming sovereign and when sovereignty is fully embodied-self-sufficiency, creative ability is when we become the trees and 'breathairiens' and taking in of anything from our environment is a consensual form of love-making.
And for those who say eating meat does not bother them spiritually: the inner innocence knows and sees EVERYTHING. It knows exactly where that meat comes from and does see it as cannibalism. We become such experts of self- deception, we would never be conscious of it until we become aware of the the inner child/innocence. That is when we realize if we feel we still must eat, we are wanting only foods shared freely, given and not taken, no leaves which plants need, no roots, only nuts, seeds, fruits and veggies and cheese is an expression of love, when given and made with loving intent.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Life on the beach, time for prophesying to begin
She rises within and says: I am a broad beach, an inlet, a tide pool amongst the rocks at the edge of the eternal sea.
The tide comes in, bringing with it and depositing it's secret treasures and trinkets to be considered, mulled over, picked apart and analyzed, played with and delighted in.
The tide goes out and the feast begins. From land and air and from even out of the seas herself they come. They pick over and through what was left with me.
Am I only ever to be walked over and harvested from? No one can dwell upon me, they only visit and experience enjoyment or launch their boats out from before me. I cannot become a forest or a mountain for the sea sends in her tide again and again to reclaim me. What else could a beach ever be?
This beach is the leading edge of creation. It is where the beasts and birds meet the most sacred, where they bask in the sun, frolic in the waters and leave gifts to the sea and the sun. Come.
Gone are the days of the mountains, of the higher learning and higher thinking, detached from the rest of reality. Come are the days at the beach. Come are the days of playing in the sun and frolicking in the waters. Come is the exchange of gifts. Come is my love to claim and reclaim, time and time again: "I want her! I love her! She is my beach! She is my home within my creation! She is my lover and my friend!"
And so the prophesying begins........
From amongst the darkest depths of consciousness I have come, year after year, cycle after cycle, up and up and up. We "work the fields" all summer, tending our hearts and minds and bodies, our families and communities, fertilizing and watering with what we are given. Then the fall begins. The books are opened and the harvest begins, we reap what we sew. Once the harvest is in we celebrate and feast and rest. Then we divy up the harvest, what will stored, what will be given. The feast of Trumpets, The Feast of Tabernacles and Solstice (Christmas). Prophesy tells us what the harvest is, what is already written and it has not failed yet.
8:8:8 Lion's Gate, the last work of the summer. What did we do with that which we were given? Did we use it to water our gardens? In these circles, yes, of course. Here there is dedication to up building, encouraging, loving bringing together, weeding and separating, nurturing and playing, thanking.
So now the harvest is brought in: prophesying and understanding, gifts of the spirit: knowing, seeing, sensing, healing, family. Bonds are released. Abundance of all forms comes in.
Rest, relaxation, celebration., appreciation.
The exchange of gifts, spiritual and physical.
Incubation.
Spring, when the new life truly begins and the butterfly takes flight.
Now comes he who cleanses. He who oppresses, compresses, and refines that which has been brought in. In come fear and dread and ecstatic cleansing. In comes practical application. In comes the mind. In comes the question: has my work been done? Is it time to merely just play with these things, a light-hearted jaunt in history, the making and remembering? Will this lion lay down with his lamb?
For this one the seasons have been relentless. Shall they now become refreshing? Has ease truly set in? If relief coming in the form of? "Yes" is whispered a passionate promise. And the devotion rises within.
The tide comes in, bringing with it and depositing it's secret treasures and trinkets to be considered, mulled over, picked apart and analyzed, played with and delighted in.
The tide goes out and the feast begins. From land and air and from even out of the seas herself they come. They pick over and through what was left with me.
Am I only ever to be walked over and harvested from? No one can dwell upon me, they only visit and experience enjoyment or launch their boats out from before me. I cannot become a forest or a mountain for the sea sends in her tide again and again to reclaim me. What else could a beach ever be?
This beach is the leading edge of creation. It is where the beasts and birds meet the most sacred, where they bask in the sun, frolic in the waters and leave gifts to the sea and the sun. Come.
Gone are the days of the mountains, of the higher learning and higher thinking, detached from the rest of reality. Come are the days at the beach. Come are the days of playing in the sun and frolicking in the waters. Come is the exchange of gifts. Come is my love to claim and reclaim, time and time again: "I want her! I love her! She is my beach! She is my home within my creation! She is my lover and my friend!"
And so the prophesying begins........
From amongst the darkest depths of consciousness I have come, year after year, cycle after cycle, up and up and up. We "work the fields" all summer, tending our hearts and minds and bodies, our families and communities, fertilizing and watering with what we are given. Then the fall begins. The books are opened and the harvest begins, we reap what we sew. Once the harvest is in we celebrate and feast and rest. Then we divy up the harvest, what will stored, what will be given. The feast of Trumpets, The Feast of Tabernacles and Solstice (Christmas). Prophesy tells us what the harvest is, what is already written and it has not failed yet.
8:8:8 Lion's Gate, the last work of the summer. What did we do with that which we were given? Did we use it to water our gardens? In these circles, yes, of course. Here there is dedication to up building, encouraging, loving bringing together, weeding and separating, nurturing and playing, thanking.
So now the harvest is brought in: prophesying and understanding, gifts of the spirit: knowing, seeing, sensing, healing, family. Bonds are released. Abundance of all forms comes in.
Rest, relaxation, celebration., appreciation.
The exchange of gifts, spiritual and physical.
Incubation.
Spring, when the new life truly begins and the butterfly takes flight.
Now comes he who cleanses. He who oppresses, compresses, and refines that which has been brought in. In come fear and dread and ecstatic cleansing. In comes practical application. In comes the mind. In comes the question: has my work been done? Is it time to merely just play with these things, a light-hearted jaunt in history, the making and remembering? Will this lion lay down with his lamb?
For this one the seasons have been relentless. Shall they now become refreshing? Has ease truly set in? If relief coming in the form of? "Yes" is whispered a passionate promise. And the devotion rises within.
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