Free the mind from illusion
Fears drip off the tongue, they slide down, until they drop off at the bottom, until they release back into the great sea, great expansive waters of awareness. Moved, transformed, reconfigured with the next wave, more and more and more they come, the breath, the wind joins in too. A gull catches flight within the current. It brings to the surface another memory, one that dipped its only teeth, sharp and carnivorous, into the breast of something soft and supple. Something worth savoring yet something devoured. It’s devastating, and as I breathe it out and through me, the only truth is that of love. Bless another next to you, free your minds from the illusion, free your minds from the confusion.
The old me, the old vs the new. The one that hid, sank, waited for the answers to come, waited in stillness, silence, barely breathing. Locked up, hoping another would give me the key, hoping another would have the way out, find me the only route through. My word is good, my heart is pure. I say, I say with clarity as I speak from the heart. The new me knows who I am. Unfaltering in love, in truth, in expansion, in joy, in love, surrounded and guided by angelic light. By divine support and divine assistance. The answers come easy. The truth pours forth effortlessly and the love is simply never ending. Like a waterfall into infinity, there is peace all around. Love is what I am.
Only love is true, yet there are stories. Stories in which love is the undercurrent, always there, yet not there upon the surface, until it reveals itself within the company of another. When it blesses itself into being, when it brings forth its talent and its worth and it says ‘here I am, whole and true and everything and more, a reflection of you beautiful wonder, sacred splendor, divine being of light. I see you clearly, just as one day I know you will see me’ with patience we go forth. We allow the fears to be expressed, in whatever ways that may be, a shaky hand, turned steady. A warble in the voice, turned into an unwavering tone, a powerful proclamation of the truth that lives within, shared for those around to hear.
I got the world card today. The one of integration of all these different parts of me, always returning back to love, over and over and over and over again. Never far away, no matter how steep the mountain, no matter how far off the prize, the trophy, the end of the endure. It may just be closer than you think.
Return to the heart again and again and again, and everything will be shown so clearly. Allow the eagles of the skies to fly straight. To dance and play and to not force, yet to work as a team, in company. In sacred companionship with one another.
What does it look like to surrender all fear of working with another? How does it feel to dissolve all uncertainty within yourself about your own power?
What feels true and like home to you? What feels like grace? What about ease?
What feels like an easy and deep release of all tension from your body, your mind, your soul, your heart?
What feels like breathing again? What feels like true living again? What feels like your becoming? Your remembering of the truth of who you are? The magic that lives within your cells, the memory of worlds long gone, yet always alive underneath the surface, slowing, easily coming back up to the surface. Do you remember, do you know that there is magic within you? Do you recall what it feels like to let this magic course through your veins? This light, healing, unwavering force, that is moved and gifted from the Great Mother herself? Why does it feel like to let this healing power, this light, this true essence become you? Your true essence, from the inside out, from every single one of your cells, singing, rejoicing, within the healing powers and waters of love, of source, of light, of blessings. What does it feel like to embody this? To know without a sliver of a doubt, that we are worthy? That this essence, this power and love is who we are. It’s not something that can ever be taken away, it’s not ever something that can be stolen, or hidden from you now that you feel it’s truth, you feel the very core of what it is, what it means to be alive, to be one of the living. To be held, so freely, so completely, so unconditionally within the arms of Spirit, of love, of joy. What does it mean to you to be held? To have your heart open and beating…
Hear the beat of your heart, in synch with the heartbeat of the earth. Your body here in space. Resting within the arms of love. All is well. All is well. All is well.
