Faith and trust and pixie dust

Tension stored and confined within a body that now exhales. A breath out. This is my contribution to the whole. I hide back behind a scream, screen, so that I may speak the truth of the flesh, the truth if the soul, the truth if it all with peace and silence and to finally let it out and to be shared.

I didn’t meditate on protection today so the voices that come through are those of the gray, of the fold, of the space in between where angels and demons dance in harmony. A shadow was pointed out behind the harp player last night, and I saw my shadow against the back wall. I jumped out at it, a startle to the person across from me as I soberly lunged forward at my own reflection, I danced with her after in the parking lot. Turning towards and then away, towards and away. So enthralled and entranced and simultaneously afraid of what she shares with me. Ideas of the stage, of sharing the voice beyond the page. Sharing the voice to the world beyond the comfort and the confines of a site that I have built. To share the voice, and the body and the being as the instrument of the soul and to allow all of it to be seen. Open for praise and open for judgement and holding both in equality in my outstretched palm with golden white light and saying: “I accept, and I see you and I love you and thank you.”

I always knew the journey would ask things of me that push me out and beyond what feels nice and tidy and neat. I have always known for I am the one that set the course. Me and God, my Highest, us. We set the course for me and now we bring the next few steps upon the board down into the scene, into the conscious awareness of what’s to be seen. And how I felt simultaneously exhilarated and also terrified for all the wounds of our dearest healer Chiron would be activated, and therefore healed. The deepest wounds brought to the surface, to love the deepest fears, in order to bring about the most and the fullest breadth of healing for not just myself but all others, for all whose hearts, minds, bodies, and souls open and activate to the words of spirit, to the sound and the movement of Spirit channeled through my vessel. When spirit moves me, spirit moves us all. When spirit opens me, spirit opens us all, all that are ready to receive , and so in order for me to open up more to Spirit, I too must surrender into trust. Into knowing, into faith. Faith always, Faith above all else. Faith that it is and always is working out in my highest and best favor, even if I am unsure or do not know where to go, I am guided and I am held and I am loved and I am being asked to call forth courage and step up into my fullest embodiment yet….

And I do, I accept and I am ready.

we go forth.