Many of you walk stagnantly through your life doing what you needs to be done, saying what needs to be said, all without attachment. It is all so mundane, as if you’re reading from a script not allowing yourself to become fully part of life.
Remember the universe is calling this year ‘the big reveal’ The skylines of our life will change as the graphics proportions and momentum of Earthly movement Squirms like an inchworm, moving us into places of awe and dread.
As we come to the end of 2019 it is important to savor every moment of it like we are at the last supper. For we truly are at the end of our dimensional rope and are moving on up into a higher perspective so we are able to Look through the eyes of our heart which are mirrored throughout time.
Every measurement of time, every measurement of day and night reflects how much you do or do not love yourself. The earth was created from the deepest of heart longings of the Creator. Everything on this planet was created to love you.
As the light lines up for this special holiday season all aspects of stellar light seems to be a little brighter, a little more magical. The Spirit of love seems to be alive knocking upon the hearts of lots of closet scrooges.
As the 11:11 energies enter let them purge you of what has been solidified and blocked. All of heaven known and unknown enters through this 11:11 Gateway. Align with all you know to be the highest love.
Like a great magician, you have the ability to magically call into substance anything that is needed or wanted. The plentifulness of earth starts to lessen in order to hold more light, it is a wise and formidable thought to act as if you have landed upon a dessert isle far from the land of plenty.
The role of designer that you so seek to acquire lives deep within the cellular structure of your being. It is not housed in haphazard musing. It resides within all potential tapped and untapped under the multi-dimensional structure of you.
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 loosened and you can no longer sunbath upon the shores of the past.