In 1992 the first 1111 was birthed all over the world, from Alaska to Africa we all waited for the 11:11 Gate of Light to be opened. We were not very computer savvy, there was no facebook or Twitter and only the rich could afford cell phones, emails were just being birthed.
We who have spent a lot of time in healing self-observation, have recently witnessed many modifications and changes, likes and dislikes, tastes, habits or maybe forgotten likes and habits. The vibration of pain is divinely orchestrated, very human and a powerful earthly teaching.
It is important for you as humans to see the beauty in your life, in your day, and in your physical being. You spill so much life force being angry at the way you look the way your life has been, and the cards that you have been dealt.
So many are still hanging on for dear life to what was and what should have been what could have been. Let’s face it dear ones, the tide lines have shifted and you can no longer sunbathe upon the shores of old self.
Finally the blessings of spring make themselves known. First in tiny increments, then a few more particles, then soft breezes that seek a heart to fill. Favorable energies finally ‘come a knock’n’ at our doors.
As we exit the month of the human heart and all that involves we enter places of emotion we are not prepared for. All places and times merge together in a patchwork of feelings that cannot be explained away.
I don’t know about you all but it has been a whirlwind of Energy’s and events, since 2019 was birthed, pushing us forward like a triathlon, never allowing us to stop and take a breath. One energy after another rewrites our life scripts we have memorized.
We sit within the Assemblies of Time. We are cosmic of nature beyond what you deem angelic or hallowed within your recorded history. The veils within us house our true form with a flash from a distant star and time.
I first received this information during a transmission session with a powerful goddess, not to be named. It really disturbed my energy field and brought circling memories to an immediate halt like all the street lights going red at the same moment.