My Christmas wish for you is that you’ll allow yourself the gift of being too human, too vulnerable and too soft of heart. Being born on Earth is a big deal and not something to be taken lightly. You are 99.9% Light at all times, in all incarnations in all forms. Light is your original form. Humanness is a luxury, an adventure for those brave enough to try it on.
You have each walked into a stairway of questing, of questioning, of asking what is the next step of my journey, of my heart, of my mission. You stand at the top of the stairway to heaven, but it does not connect to anything that you can feel or see. Your hearts’ desires live above the patterns of the mass consciousness and the mass manifestations.
The universe seems to be rerouting the very best of intentions running us around in circles creating new earthly geometries in our wake. Time as we know it cannot be forced into slots like a Vegas experience.
Well dear ones it is finally here. We have all waited a long time for these energies. We have each held the light steadfastly with open arms and a clear heart awaiting the cycle change. When I first started working with the 2012 energies, I thought I would be an old woman by the time they finally got here, but alas I’m still a kid at heart and actions.
The light that you so seek has become meticulously activated. You have cleared the debris from the landing field of your soul and self. You have announced to all the molecular content of your being will be light.
When two or more gather in intention and heart the universe enfolds and lifts them to a place of miracles made manifest. When a person of wisdom comes together in pure heart and intention to give others his truths and secrets a new grid of light is created and each person light quotient is then increased.
The core of all Truths are non-denominational, simultaneous and multi-dimensional. They are not attached to any one-person place or time. They actively avoid all need for ownership sidestepping permission.
Each and everyday you are given pebbles of worry. Whether real or illusionary they land in your body as solid granules of confusion and pain. They sit heavy and you feel less buoyant and denser. Everyday you go forth and you collect more of these pebbles of worry and confusion allowing them to collect in the body anchoring you like a rusty anchor on a sunken pirate’s ship. You blindly walk through the passageways of your life entering each door, and each situation without joy only an anxiety.