Living Our Divinity

Posted on December 20, 2015 by lovelylinda

Ice skating rink lit up on a rainy night.

Awake at 4 a.m. with Christmas carols playing in my ear via headphones, lights of the city’s waterfront sparkling outside the wall of windows, chatting to friends on Facebook across the land, warm quilt covering me, baby’s muffled cries coming from his parents’ room…….I am blessed.

I have been here in Montreal for the past two weeks, tending to my daughter and her new little family. It is such an adjustment to motherhood and parenthood. It has been a privilege to play the role of elder, to ease the tension and witness the resiliency of a powerful young woman. We are such amazing beings!

My heart has been so full….music fills my heart to swelling heights. I love Christmas carols and the soaring voices. This city has a Catholic heritage with its devotion to Mother Mary. I am greeted with her image as I stroll the cobblestone streets, feel her heart in the smiles of the fur hooded folks bustling about, see her love in the eyes of my daughter gazing at her infant son. I feel her sorrow as I hear news of a friend’s reoccurring illness, another friend’s sadness at the urge to call a parent who no longer answers on this plane of being.

I loved this altar in the oldest chapel here.

I am so filled with the wonder and mystery of this life. My heart is singing hallelujah for it all. We have chosen to experience the depths and heights, our hearts miraculous instruments that can shatter and heal to shatter once again…..always growing, evolving in our capacity to feel the thrum of the Creator’s love through it all. We wanted to discover if we could experience a sense of separation from the Oneness that is truth. Could we believe ourselves separate, create darkness so deep we knew ourselves drowned and still find the light of love within?

What a game we agreed to! I am reveling in all of this humanness. I am eating my fill of warm croissants in this French city, drinking hot chocolate made with spices from far away lands, kissing and breathing in my grandson’s presence and delighting in bringing forth smiles by making silly sounds and faces. We hold conversations using light language, remembering who we are to one another. The lights on the tiny Christmas tree seem to waft the fresh pine scent about the condo, diapers fresh from the laundry folded in neat piles fill me with satisfaction as does the smile on my daughter’s face as she nurses her babe to sleep. The French language flowing about me like music at the nearby produce market tucked into the old building next door, the courteous family who runs it, assisting me by going out back to bring me a bunch of kale “fresh from the shower” as I requested something more lively than the limp bunch on display.

A few locks shorn

I followed my daughter’s suggestion to go to her hairdresser, something I do not have a habit of, instead trimming my bangs when they cover my eyes or having a friend give me an occasional trim of my long locks. This small French woman had 40 years at her trade and wasted no words nor movements with her scissors. She told me she could trim my waist length hair but it would do nothing for me. I asked her what her vision was, she told me that she would liberate my hair by chopping most of it off. But she said, as she directed me to the cloak room for a gown to wear, you are not ready. “You have to be ready for change” , she tossed out as she went back to her other customer. As I changed, I asked my body, ” Shall we do this? Do you want your hair cut?” I received a “Yes!” Ok then. The mistress of hair was pleased with my answer, feeling it her due as the master in this situation. I sat and watched as one snip took years of growth off my head. And away we went from there. She spoke of blowdrying and mousse and that you must put in effort if you want to achieve beauty. All foreign ideas, for the most part to my simple routines. We reached a compromise, I walked out with my new swinging hair, old energy left lying on the floor but no coloring of my silver strands as she desired. Blonde, she insisted would create the sex appeal….oh, the fun worlds we each create! I realized that there was a slight attachment to the idea of myself as having long hair and it felt freeing to let that go. How easily we attach to things, people, places, routines. How freeing it is to step out of those confines.

Finding my city legs and loving it! Even the black ensemble…

I followed this, days later, by an afternoon of window shopping by myself as the family enjoyed some together time. I went into a tiny shop with natural fiber clothing sustainably produced here in Quebec. The owner and I had a great time, finding me a few new flowing outfits to match my flowing locks. I love the feel of loose soft clothing. Shopping in regular stores is not my thing, but this experience was fun and full of ease. She made a comment that struck me as we were talking about the mild winter that the East coast is experiencing. She asserted that she loved the lack of snow and warmer temperatures after last year’s brutal winter but felt concerned as she knew it wasn’t good for the planet. I found that so interesting, to enjoy something but pair it with a lashing that this can’t be good. Why not savor the warmth? Feel and express gratitude for the sun this day or whatever is appearing, trusting that the planet knows what she is about. Yes, there is climate change, yes, there are man made practices that have harmed our beautiful planet. Feeling bad does not help, rather it hinders a positive outcome. Focus on that which you desire. Do we know what is right for this earth? Perhaps the whole earth will become temperate and we will be able to eat from the bounty of the warmed earth. I do not know and so I live in appreciation of what is present and allow my love to warm my mother earth as she warms me…or cools me, or rains upon me. All a blessing.

Fun grafetti

We have been trained to feel bad about something, anything. It has been hammered into us, day and night, guilt, shame, the old bogey men out to get us. Where is the training in appreciation, in wonder, in delight? It is flooding this planet at present if we open to it. We are divine beings granted the privilege of walking a planet back to the Creator’s heart of love. How can the wonder of that be lost? Love flooding each cell of my being and all of life. I loved witnessing my daughter talking to their tiny Christmas tree as she gently released its branches, strung it with lights, placed the wooden star she made with her dad last year, on top and gave it a drink of lukewarm water. She honored its essence and it returned the favor by honoring this home with its radiance.

Notre Dame angels lighting it up.

All day, in everything, we are given the opportunity to know grace, to feel wonder tingle through our body, to sigh with delight. In the midst of the darkest space, there is an opening to our own light. Our divinity sits in attendance, awaiting our glance. All of life does the same. Love it all! Enliven ourselves, enliven our neighbor, our food, our trees, our skyscrapers, our littered streets, our starry skies, our hungry hearts. Feed it all our love and witness transformation all around. Love, can we sing it, feel it, express it with our bodies, dance it with our toes? I AM divine, as are you. Christ is not a person to follow, it is a presence to embody. Our Christ consciousness awaits, will you open to it this day? It is the lightest of garments to wear……goes with the new hair!

Singing Your Note

Posted on December 6, 2015 by lovelylinda

The glory of the sky!

My elder son just called from Brooklyn, where he is at present in his travels. He had just come from a performance of Handel’s Messiah and was feeling the fullness of the music and the power of the lyrics. My aunt was one of the singers, a tradition that she has been a part of for over thirty years. I am listening to a recording now as I type. The Prince of Peace! Emmanuel! We have waited for this Prince and this remembrance that God is with us (the meaning of Emmanuel). We are the prince, we are the peace. This holy season offers us a further opening to receive our Christ self into our hearts. “Unto us a son is given”…it is up to each of us to make room in our hearts for this babe, this Christ child.

I was speaking with a friend the other day about the notes heard about the world. There had been another shooting and she was speaking of that note. We saw the whole world as part of the Creator’s orchestra, She/He as the conductor. We knew our notes and when to play them as we had honed our instruments over lifetimes. Others are just picking up their instrument, getting to know it. Still others are tuning their instruments and some are feeling a stirring to play an instrument. It is inevitable that all will play their instrument, all will contribute their note to the whole. Some come in early, and others later in the piece.

Big, little, dark, light….all part of the autumn delight.

I observed how differently I now respond to outer events. My soul has played the full spectrum of notes….played villain and victim, deceiver and saint. I can witness the discordant notes as well as the harmonious ones and know them all within my being. I can embrace them in love and know them all as love. There is no need to judge them as wrong or right…..I can feel them as part of the whole. Perhaps that is what we do, in experiencing lifetime after lifetime, we are playing each note until we come to know all notes as One.

We can let go of blame, shame, separation, divisiveness with all others and most importantly, with ourselves. We can trust the symphony to carry us on its currents of love. We can play our note with our whole soul and not shrink from the crescendos. Do you feel the part we are in? The stirring, the fever pitch, the wave about to break upon your breast? I do! Somewhere within my being, I have heard this music before and know that it ends with a blast of such joy and Hallejuah! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoqxYqTNKmU

My bit of fun on a walk today, creating beauty and sending it out with joy.

We are here to enact this pageantry. All that is asked of each one of us, is that we play our note with all of our heart and soul. That we are true to our note, that we drop all comparisons, all beliefs about what constitutes a “proper” note. That we allow our note to swim in our blood, surge through our hearts, expand in our lungs and dance in our cells. The conductor has raised His/Her baton towards me and I know it is my time to shine. There is no holding back. In order for all the clashing and clanging and trumpets to be brought to a triumphant finish, I must hold my note, I must play for all that I am worth. I am a note of peace and love light. As are so many of you. We knew, that this lifetime, we would be called to play this final note in the great symphony of earth’s ascension. We would bask in the beauty that will be created as peace descends upon the earth. Oh, the glory of this now. My heart is overflowing with the pure note that my son transmitted to me this night. May your note be heard and stir others to sing our theirs. I love us so.

Do You Feel the JOY?

Posted on December 3, 2015 by lovelylinda

This tulip is singing the notes of joy!

There is joy singing in my cells. Joy, dancing in my blood, joy reverberating in my heart.

All the while, my skin is itching in various places, my belly continues to bloat, I feel a heaviness and just plain uncomfortableness in this body. I am eating day and night…toast and cookies, chocolates and chips. A fridge full of greens and I crave anything but healthy foods. Though yesterday I made a green juice and it went down pretty well. Most days, the thought of cleaning the juicer makes me head for the chips in the cupboard. Ease is important! Nausea and head pressure lasted for days. Early evenings coma like sleeps and middle of the night wide awakes. Gas, oh my, the farting! It is like I have been blown up with gas inside.

And yet…..there is this joy moving! Joy. I know that none of these outer twinges and creaks are permanent. I am to have a newly regenerated body along with the rest of you. Radiant health is to be ours. Feeling the middle of the month, a veil will be lifted, that will make my dreams of a Christmas of magic and miracles, the new reality. Freedom for all, that is the sound wafting on the breeze that the slyphs are singing to me. I have felt the possibility these past few years, held the dream. Now I am living the feeling of it. Believing before seeing as it is the believing that leads to the seeing of it here on this plane.

There is nothing new about the physical components except that this wave lasted longer and with more sustained intensity than I had previously experienced. Observing this brought on the joy buzz even more strongly. We are stronger, we can be a conduit, a chalice for greater amounts of liquidlovelight pouring through. I felt almost giddy with this knowing. This is the push that puts us over the edge, the tipping point where we slide into our new Christed selves with laughter and tears.

We have held the seeds within all along. Now is the time of bursting forth in all of our beauty.

I was shown the date, December 15th, over and over like a flashing neon sign. I am not attaching to that. I have learned my lesson about adhering to dates in any fashion. I sense it is an individual inner process before the collective outer experience. Instead, I am riding the wave of freedom by allowing myself to see beauty and love everywhere. I am allowing my deepest heart’s desire out to roam and romp on the playing fields of my imagination. I watched the movie, “Kate and Leopold” last night. I had watched it years before but this time I was struck by Meg Ryan’s character owning her deepest desires that she had not dared allowed out as a means of self protection from disappointment and pain. She owns her desires and takes the leap to live them. In the movie, she travels to the past to live part of her future……time is all interwoven, past, present, future. So many concepts that I missed years ago.

I am loving everything that comes my way. I had jury duty, and the thought flitted through…I hope I do not have to go. Immediately I replaced that thought with openness to what would be, a yes to serving or not serving, knowing that whatever is for my highest good, will appear. I did go, I was chosen as a member of the jury, it was estimated to be a two week trial. It lasted just over a day before the defendant changed his plea to guilty, and the case was settled before it had hardly begun. Thank goodness for all parties involved. It was a case of sexual molestation of minor girls by their step granddad. As a woman of almost sixty years of age, it is not an uncommon story among my peers. The change is that in our day, it was never talked about. Now it is out in the open, spoken of, and recognized for the harm that it causes. I was able to shine love on all involved with a dispassionate heart. I was able to love my teenage self and my grandfathers, who both grabbed my breasts at some time during my teens. I was able to send love to all those involved in this activity, perpetrators and victims alike.

I took the case being resolved quickly, as a reflection of how I am seeing things in the world change. Abuses and wrongs are coming to light in all areas of our society and world. The light of love is bringing change and resolution. The blinking of an eye…..I take that as truth. It can be that quick as we never know when that tipping point will have been reached. My gut tells me we are at the precipice and about to take a glorious ride, the ride of our lives.

We came for this. We are able for this. We trust in the light. We trust in the love. We are love. We are one. There is no going back. On the inner planes, the celebrations have already commenced. It is a done deal. Peace on Earth is a reality! Please believe with me until we see it. Live it in your heart as I am living it in mine. Let the chaos swirl about you, your job and mine, is to be the peace. To offer that hope, that joy, that smile, that hand to hold. Heart by heart, we are doing this. I so love us all.

Trusting

Posted on November 22, 2015 by lovelylinda

The morning sun streams in to spotlight this lily each day, filling me with wonder.

Musing about my life today. My heart longs for community and deep connection yet I have lived the past number of years, moving about, not settling in anywhere. Connections are made through work, shared interests, social gatherings, putting down roots in a place. A conundrum, desiring something and yet not taking any of the routes offered towards it.

This is where faith comes in. I have such a deep faith and trust in myself to follow that inner light, which sometimes is the faintest of glimmers, leaving a barely discernible path. What I do know: I have traveled about seeding love light for years as I was guided. I step down light as it comes onto the planet to make it more useable for others. I work deep under the earth where the caverns of liquidlovelight can be found. I weave light. I anchor new frequencies which prevent me from that settling in place that I have yearned for. Yet, I know that I will live and experience my heart’s desire. It is about divine timing and how quickly we can adapt and integrate the new light levels. It is about believing and knowing it is seeing. We believe it so strongly and purely, that we then see it in our world.

One small tree, lighting up the whole area with its fiery flame.

There has been huge influxes of light of late with more to come this week. My body is flaccid with a belly that I would rather not have. I would like to have energy and strength to do more than take a walk but that is not now. If I reach for a thought to exercise as of old or deny myself chocolate or sweets, it feels like I am underwater and impossible to reach the open air. I heard someone talk of fasting for 40 days and it made me laugh as I have no capacity to do that. The same with any kind of mediation practice. I am walking my ascension walk the other way…eating warm, heavy foods to keep this body going. Watching movies and reading books to keep my mind engaged while the greater part of me floats. The idea of setting a number of days to do anything is a concept that feels like trying to hold water in my hand….it simply disappears. Using the idea of time and my will to do anything is no longer part of my make up. I came in with a powerful will. Long ago, I surrendered it to my highest aspect and to the Creator. This has felt different over time as the idea of will, changed its nature for me. Now, I feel like a reed in the ocean, swaying with the movement of the currents, no locomotion on my own. The energies move me here and there, up and down. I understand so little of it.

The colors of autumn have been singing their notes so loudly.

Trust….that is where I live. Allowing the flow, not much making sense in the ways we have been taught. I get glimmers of a feeling, like a soft breeze blowing past, whispering in my ear. I booked a ticket to go see my grandson and daughter in January. I desire to go and yet I sense I will be with them sooner. I sense that even the idea of a month or a particular day will fall away like an archaic language that is no longer of any use. I sense I am here for a short time yet have no knowing or feeling of a next step. I sense myself being much more physical, exploring and playing on a grand scale yet I move in a tiny circle of bed, couch, chair, walk. I watch movies of folks surfing, skiing, riding horses…I dream it for now.

Today I went out to do an errand and was going to make another stop when a wave came over me. I drove directly back to my little cottage, fed myself something and collapsed into bed where I was taken down into a deep sleep of a few hours. There is a sense of floating in an undersea world or deep within the earth. There are pinholes of connection, moments with friends, dear hearts……then down again into the silence and stillness. A little bit of companionship goes a long way. I need sweeping spaces alone where hours disappear and the moon shines down on me when the daylight had just dawned. Maybe I have become a creature of the deep, lifting up its head to catch a beam of sunlight then diving down again. There is such pressure rising from within this planet and streaming in from the multiverse. I feel it so strongly on both ends, collapsing and expanding me at the same time. We are being made into new beings. I am so grateful for this body that has stayed with me through so much.

I feel like a babe in its mother’s womb, floating in a protected space, knowing there is a new world awaiting my arrival. Trusting the timing, trusting the process, trusting the love to deliver me.

Paris and Peace

Posted on November 17, 2015 by lovelylinda

Gratitude to the unknown artist and photographer

We are in the midst of the times that we came for. This is truly the battle for the hearts and minds of humanity. We are each being asked to come up higher. Peace begins within my heart and yours. The events that have unfolded across the world, not just in Paris but in Syria, Lebanon, Baghdad and so many more places, are increasing in response to the liquidlovelight that is flooding our dear home planet. All that is not of love, is being flushed out. We are love, we came from love, love is the truth of all that is.

Events such as these are part of the old matrix, the divide and conquer tactics that we fell for over eons of time. The programming would have us react in fear, demanding retaliation by our governments, our leaders. This brings on the war machine which has always been about profit for a few and destruction for the masses. It relies on our knee jerk reactions to continue to fill its coffers.

We can choose a new path. We can observe these recent events with a compassionate heart for all of those involved. We can send our love to everyone affected, whether on the sending or receiving end of that which took their lives. We can choose to not feed the lower vibrations of fear and anger. Each of us came into this life knowing when and how we would exit. Those who recently left, chose that form of service, to raise the collective awareness. We honor their passing by making the choice for peace and love. We can choose to feed the flames of love and thereby take our planet into the golden age of peace. We are so close.

Gratitude to unknown author, this begins with our own heart.

Peace will not come by a leader proclaiming it. Peace comes one heart at a time. Events such as these, ask each of us to go within our hearts. Search out all the old resentments, anyone we are still holding judgment about, including ourselves. Am I still harboring a black mark against a man who hurt my daughter years before? Am I carrying resentment for the special treatment a sibling received from a parent? Am I judging my body for carrying extra weight? Am I trying to manipulate my grown children into come to the family holiday celebration with guilt? Am I engaging in gossip about a friend? Am I speaking in words of separation in describing people…oh, he is a Christian or he is a Liberal as a way of judging their rightness or wrongness? Am I holding someone in a role and not allowing them to change and be who they are in this moment? These are all acts of violence that feed the lower energies.

There are a thousand ways that we have been programmed to be in discord, none to be in a state of peace. A peaceful heart is a wonder. It is our truth that has been hidden. It is where our power lies. It holds the seed for a world beyond our imagining. Peace is within our grasp as the frequency of our planet has risen like never before. Yet it will not come from a savior from the sky, nor from a leader declaring it, nor from a police officer with a gun on every corner. It comes from my heart, and yours.

It is time to face our fears. The greatest fear is of death, and that comes to each of us. Why fear that doorway? It is an opening to a reunion with all that we are. Once that fear is gone, we are free to live more deeply, more truly. We can decide to no longer be a puppet of the matrix, reacting as the programming outlined. Instead, we can drop into our hearts with a searchlight of love. We can ask all of the shadows and deep recesses to bring forth their pain into the light of love. We can see all betrayals as betrayals of ourselves. We can see all hurts as opportunities given for our growth. We can offer hugs to all the aspects of ourselves that lashed out at others due to the pain we felt. We can be the loving parent, showering ourselves with the love that we did not receive. All of this is within our grasp. We can accept everything in our lives for its gift. We can find the freedom offered when we realize that life conspires for our highest good. That every package received is a gift, no matter what is inside. Our greatest gifts often come in a dark wrapping.

We claim to want peace on earth. Let us stop pointing fingers at “terrorists” and point it at ourselves. We have been taught to place it all “out there”. Someone else is the villain, I am the good person living here. We have given our power away, letting all this be someone else’s problem to handle. It is time to be adults, to accept responsibility for what is happening in our world. We can then begin the action needed to bring our hearts to peace. There is no fighting involved. No name calling, no judgment. It is time to stop the war within our own hearts. When our hearts are at peace, the outer world will reflect that peace.

The light brings out the beauty.

Will we accept the challenge? The world we desire for our children and grandchildren and all future generations, depends on us. I sit with my flame of love light this day and enter into the caverns of my heart. It is a daily task, to seek out all that has not felt the warmth of love and embrace it in this flame. When one chamber is brightly lit, there is another awaiting the light. When I feel my heart burn with that flame of love, all the dross disappears. I can walk free in my own love. The miracle is that this love overflows, it is a continuous stream offered by the Creator of us all. I am then able to be a conduit, to allow it to flow across the land to all people and our Mother Earth.

Each new day, this is offered. Each day, we choose anew. For today, can I be at peace with myself and all of life? Can I offer a heart of peace to this world? Can I be a warrior of love rather than one of separation? Can I accept everything as a gift tailored to my needs? My need to grow, to expand, to be more of my truth.

Peace on Earth is possible this Christmas season. Let us join hearts in a flame of love that burns up the old patterns and alights the bonfire of unity, harmony and joy. Let our hearts ring out the tones of peace. And it will be.

11-11 Gateway

Posted on November 10, 2015 by lovelylinda

What does your gateway look like?

The energy is building this week for another gateway, offering us all the opportunity to greet more of ourselves. I am taking it slow; resting, napping, taking walks, eating warm food, reading light books, watching the light shift and change outside the windows, grateful for rain falling. I allow the electrical energies to pour through my body, heating it, cooling it, at times it feels like I am about to lift off. Liquidlovelight pouring through in ever greater streams. There is nothing to do. I intend to be an empty chalice, offering myself to the love that freely flows forth.

There is a peace that has descended quietly. It came one night after my daughter called for help as her two month old baby was not sleeping much and she was at her wit’s end. I had just finished assisting my two sons to pack up their old lives and begin new adventures. There had been three months of active mothering with the new baby’s arrival a joyful part. I felt called inward to prepare for this upcoming portal. It felt essential to my being. I had felt a huge aspect of myself, tapping its foot, awaiting my full attention. I was ready to give it. Yet, my mothering self felt torn. I did not relish the idea of flying across the country into Eastern Canada, though being with the baby again would be pure joy. I booked a ticket that could be canceled, prayed for guidance to be delivered in the night as to where I could be of greatest service. I surrendered and slept. I awoke with a mantle of peace wrapped around me. Either choice felt wonderful, I knew that all would be well. My daughter called right then, looking like herself for the first time in two weeks. Her joy was back. Her husband had taken over one feeding so that she could get some survival sleep. They had a plan for more support and she told me to wait and come in the new year. Peace…..the surrendering had allowed magic to descend.

An aspect of me that I honor.

Another day, I needed to buy a car cover to keep my car from being littered and stained by falling debris from the wondrous oak trees where I am staying. I love the trees but not the need to wash the car frequently. I was advised to try Walmart by someone when I asked where you buy a car cover. I have hardly ever been in a Walmart except a couple of times during my car traveling days when it was the only option to meet a need. I avoided it in protest to its treatment of its employees. I went to Walmart, bought the cover. It was not the right size so I had to return it. On my second trip in, I had a lovely conversation with the woman who processed the return and exchange of the correct size cover for me. I was overwhelmed with fatigue, went and bought a piece of hot pizza whose smell was filing the store as well as a bag of cookies. I laughed with the woman checking me out, saying I was going for the dinner of champions. She told me how she was tracking calories on her phone and attempting to not give in to the enticing pizza smell. I could feel the effort it took. I felt every cell in my body fill up with the despair, the suffering, the weight of folks in that store. A different slice of humanity than I normally interact with. I was so grateful to have been guided there. It was all purposeful, my having to go back the second time, to ingest the food, the atmosphere, to take it all in. The folks in line, weary from a day of work, buying their kids a treat, getting food at a price they could afford. It struck me to the quick. I also felt a softening of ideas of protesting Walmart or any place or thing. All forms of separation without acknowledging that each thing serves a purpose. I felt a softening of the lines of division that so fill our lives.

After I ate my pizza and cookies, a space opened and I found myself in front of the Creator. My heart poured out my distress, I asked for all that I felt to be witnessed by Her/Him. I demanded an end to the enslavement of humanity. This modern society with its calendar days to be crossed off like a prison sentence, the low wages and systems that are every bit as heinous as indentured servitude from days gone by. It has gone on too long. We are ready to let it all go. We have experienced separation to its edge. It is now time for restoration of our truth, our light, our creator abilities. We are ready for peace on earth.

I was heard. I felt my field being read and acknowledged. I knew that my demand had an impact. I knew that I was one of many, taking the readings, reporting in our results and offering our love light to end the suffering. I laid all that I AM on the table as offering.

image from a recent collage

There is only this. To be the light that we are. To know that the return home is assured. To offer what we can to speed things along for the highest good of all. I felt such compassion and awe at folks’ abilities to keep on keeping on. We are an amazing race of beings. Each one, doing what they can. The check out woman, moving towards greater health despite the daily weight of her life. A hero in my book.

I created a life, at this time, that offers open spaces for me to drift and dream. I know the privilege and responsibility of having a body to house this master’s form. I am aware of who I am. I know why I came. I know more fully after this last experience, the power that we hold. Everything serves. We are mighty beings housed in these amazing resilient forms.

This vessel inspired me.

The 11-11 gateway offers greater awareness and expansion for us all. We are offered the opportunity once again, to empty ourselves of all that is not love. To be the empty chalice held high in gratitude. Open to receive the mighty blessings that seek to flow in and through us. We can gift one another and our dear mother Earth as the flow moves in and out and in again. Love is the essence of everything and it flows freely for us all.

We can rest in the knowing that our highest good is known and being orchestrated for us, by us. We have so many beings assisting us with the deepest of love. In a blink of an eye, the channel can change and our dreams can come true. Know this in every cell. I will be standing sentinel at the gate, awaiting your arrival, even as I await more aspects of myself. Oh, the wonder of it all.

Claiming Our True Selves

Posted on October 24, 2015 by lovelylinda

Feathers on a walk, beauty.

I am witnessing the love of ourselves for ourselves. Our higher aspects or broader aspects, are flowing so much love to us. We are being prepared to step into our divinity. Much like stepping into the limelight on stage, we are being bathed in liquidlovelight. All that is not love, is being energized within us. Just as being in the limelight can cause physical distress as the heat of the light brings sweat to the brow, this love light is bringing to the surface all kinds of pains and discomforts. It is exacting in its ability to find any point within that still has any energy but love attached to it. This is a blessing from us to us.

I am witnessing it in myself and those about me. Folks from the past can suddenly appear through an email, a dream can bring an old sorrow rushing to the surface causing one to awake with the pain pulsing as if it just happened, a conversation can spark a memory that unleashes disquiet. All of this is purposeful. All of this is love in action. We are entering realms of higher consciousness where we know that all is love. We cannot access this portal weighed down with baggage of shame, guilt, regret, sorrow, anger or anything but love. We must drop these bags. The only way we can be free of them is to allow them to move through us with love. To fully feel what we once stuffed away into some part of our body, and allow it to return to the love that it truly is. We are able for this now. It is time.

Washing away the heat of the day on a camping trip this summer. Water is such a cleanser.

Washing away the heat of the day on a camping trip this summer. Let the love light bathe us like the water, offering its sweet relief.

We are checking and double checking with ourselves. Does this still hold some emotion? Have you truly felt this within your being and allowed it to move? Every cell is offering its contents for examination under the microscope of love. Our light bodies are destined to merge with these physical vessels. We are becoming gods incarnate. We are preparing room for this love light. Empty the dross, open to the love. As uncomfortable as it may feel at times, I am so aware of the blessing. I am aware of how I am cherished and loved. We are love! It is our nature and we are returning to our truth.

I am witnessing the movement from caretaker to sovereignty. We are being asked to set our boundaries as we learn to honor ourselves first and foremost. We are being asked to define our joy and move towards that. To live in our truth rather than follow some prescribed role that we were conditioned to embody. We are being asked to be authentic, to be honest with ourselves and to no longer abandon our own needs in meeting another’s.

A portal of branches inviting me to step through.

It is a time of freedom. This freedom holds the seeds of peace, of harmony, of joy. When all beings are caring for themselves and living their truth, peace can reign upon the land. When we are at peace with ourselves, the world begins to reflect that peace. My heart rejoices for all the gifts of this now. Grace is so present. Let us open ourselves to this love. Bless everything that shows up and bless all who deliver it to our doorsteps. Bless all who are teaching us how to honor ourselves by holding up the mirror of who we are not.

I am so grateful that I chose to be on this beautiful earth at this time. That I have the privilege to add my love light to the planet and all of her beings. That I can fall more fully in love with myself each day and in doing so, see more of myself in others. We are all one. One heart in service to the All.

The New Landscape

Posted on September 30, 2015 by lovelylinda

Second night after the eclipse and I am still awake at 2:30 a.m. The moon is continuing to light up the night sky and I seem to be traveling with her. Finally, getting out of bed to make myself some raisin toast and a cup of hot water to douse the body’s emptiness.

Post eclipse sensations: We have entered a new world. Every cell in my body acknowledged this truth. This is a new landscape. All that has been, from this lifetime and all others…..suddenly void. Gone. Over. I felt waves moving all day. I would be inspired to take an action, only to feel the energy dissipate within moments. After a few times of this, I felt that I was to simply rest and allow the waves, taking no action. The world was still churning from the energies and by my stillness, I assisted in stabilizing this new frequency, this new landscape we are treading upon.

My mind was running around, wanting to create, to manifest, seeking the hows, the wheres, the whens. I know myself as a creator being…let’s get the show on the road! My heart gave a message of gentleness. Be gentle with me this day. Rest and allow. We have just landed here. We do not know the terrain. We do not know how to operate the machinery of our bodies in this new energy. We do not know anything as yet. Rest, open, allow.

Marveling at the bounty of olives still produced from these old withered trees. Think of the light being produced from these older bodies!

Today I slept for the afternoon, pulled in so deep within the dream. As I surfaced, I felt like the babe in the house, who stretches and opens an eye, half lidded, takes a look around only to retreat back into his dreamland. You see the struggle that it takes to come fully into this realm. He spends his days sleeping and eating with a bit of observing and interacting time thrown in. I feel he is my role model for this now. Care for the body, rest as much as possible, stay close to what offers comfort ( the breast is his favorite place to hang out), interact with others as it gives joy, retreat into dreamland when you have had enough.

There are moments of bliss. I went to the library and came back with two bags full of books. I never know what will engage me so I load up on any title that calls to me. Sometimes half of the books I return unread but I love having the choice at hand. Library trips have always made me feel rich as I walk out with books galore. I stopped at the store and bought the fixings for lovely snacks as well as bouquets of flowers. I sat out in the yard with a book and snacks, flowers on the table, and felt such peace. The baby was nursing with his mama, diapers were blowing on the line in the soft breeze, the temperature was in the 80’s after days closer to the hundreds, other family members were spread about, one reading on the couch, one writing at the dining table, one in the kitchen, chopping ingredients for a pot of soup for dinner. Everyone was at peace, involved in what felt like joy in the moment. I proclaimed, “We are living in heaven, right now. This is heaven.”

I am savoring this newness. I am being gentle with myself in my not knowing. We have just landed. It will take time to acclimate to this new place. Simplicity and slowness feel good. There is so much beauty up ahead and we have time to travel. There is wisdom in allowing the pause, the in breath, the deep sigh. We have done something miraculous. We have anchored the love light on our earth. Wonder. I feel wonder. Gratitude. I feel grateful for each heart on this planet and all those off planet who have assisted in creating this now moment. We are blessed. We are loved. We are love. We are love light streaming. Alleluia.

Blood Moon Eclipse Working Its Magic

Posted on September 27, 2015 by lovelylinda

Boulder basin we camped against.

Waves of energy streaming, dissolving all of our barriers and past. Whew! A time to be grateful for dear friends whom one can share these experiences. I went for an overnight camping trip….noticing how I have a thought and then it manifests. I was speaking about desiring another night out before the weather changes, a few minutes later I was with a friend and she said, ” I feel like going camping tomorrow for one night.” She was surprised when I said, “Me too!” So off we went up into the mountains to enjoy the coolness after the heat of the valley. We weren’t active in our normal way of taking hikes, rather we slept and sat in stillness, absorbing the energies from the boulders and trees surrounding us. Information flowed freely between us, our togetherness triggering greater insights for us both. My foot heat was due to anchoring in new frequencies. When we took a nap, we both saw how our energy fields were utilized as an anchor for new streams coming in. Golden light pouring through us into the earth and rising from the earth also. Our job, simply to be with it all and allow.

The lake that offered the water element to us.

A couple of days ago, I felt completely without a shell, permeable, vulnerable, weepy. It was as if I were disintegrated, dissolved. No form, no identity. This has happened before on this path as we have gone through the letting go process, time and time again. I am grateful to feel a greater allowing, more acceptance in the moments. My entire intestinal tract emptied and I heard, “You are being emptied in order to be infilled with the new light.” I had planned to stay at a dear friend’s cottage for the weekend to give my daughter’s new little family some alone time as the other members of the household were gone. One minute I felt up to that but then I was not. I could not be in any new space, even though it was a space I knew well and loved. Instead honoring my vulnerability, I chose to stay with my youngest son, as his field offered me stability and comfort. It is so important to honor ourselves and take any steps we can to nurture ourselves during these intense waves of energy. Sharing with others offers assistance, knowing we are all being impacted in various ways but feeling the common thread running through it all is comforting.

Love the way nature writes her poetry for me to read.

There is much written about this fourth blood moon eclipse that will occur on Sunday, the 27th. I sense the changes within and know that is where it occurs. I feel the excitement, the creativity flowing in my dream state. Old memories releasing their sting, my palms and feet chakras aflame with new potential. My deepest heart’s desire for a beautiful home in nature with my beloved and the love pod about, rising to the surface in new hues of love light. The knowing that we each experience our world through our own filter. If I dream you as a member of my love pod, and that is not your dream……you can still show up in my pod as I create it. You will be alive in my reality, all the while living your dream. We are alive on so many levels and planes, there is no limit to what we can do as we allow ourselves to know once again, that we are creator gods.

For years, I have asked my own higher self, Sophia, why I could not seem to create my dreams in this third dimensional plane. It seemed to me to be the quickest way to get folks curious about the inner life, as they could witness material manifestations. Divine timing was the answer I got. All must bow to divine timing. Now, I still am without any sense of the how to do it, yet I sense I will begin to create my dreams as will so many of us. The hundred monkey effect will then spread this new creational frequency about the globe so that all lack, all separation, all that is not love, will fall away.

Playing with crystals and fairy lights at our campsite. The crystals loved being infused with the colored lights. One of the ways we have fun while camping!

We are here to bring heaven to earth. We have waded through lifetimes of muck and mire to get here. Just recalled when I was being shown that my foot intensity was due to anchoring in new frequencies, my friend was guided to ask, what I was wearing on my feet. I saw golden sandals that then flashed to ones made of mud, of the earth. The images flashed back and forth and I sobbed. We are literally bringing the frequencies of heaven, the golden light, to earth, the material plane. Gaia can shine as she was always meant to, rich in bounty and beauty. Her children singing with her rather than weighing her down with demands. Joy!

I sensed a shifting as all in this universe, multiverse, moved to the next level. I felt a grieving as I let go of my old role as a frequency holder (though I am so beyond tired of this role) while also feeling the joy of my new role as a master creator. When I have pondered where I will be in the near future as my adult children and new grandson make plans to depart for other places, I have asked the where question. My answer has been, ” Let go of the where, focus on the feeling. That is what will take you there. ” I felt a sense of panic when my daughter told me of their departure date, feeling the wee one was too young yet to travel cross country. The panic receded and now there is only peace. All is well. My mind does not know how or why but my heart knows, all is well. Be at peace.

This earthplane offers so many gifts. I am drinking them in.

The veils of separation are dissolving. We are knowing that we are one, within and without. This gives me a deep sense of peace. I open myself to this new light with a grateful heart. May we all know ourselves blessed as this blood moon eclipse offers us a transfusion of liquidlovelight. Breathe it in. Allow it to work its magic. Open to receive its gifts. May they be all that you desire. I love us all so.

No More Multitasking

Posted on September 17, 2015 by lovelylinda

A glorious tree being connecting heaven and earth.

I am here. Present with my aching feet…..new sensation. Rash on one foot, sore heel on other. It feels as if my feet have already moved into a new dimensional space, testing it out, getting a sense of the landscape.

I notice that I can no longer attend to more than one thing at a time. I can no longer drive and talk, cannot write and carry on a conversation, even eating and conversing becomes somewhat challenging. The little prince who arrived as a grandchild, has had a hand in this. To be with him, requires a stillness, a slowing down, presence. He does not demand nor direct with words, his essence communicates with eloquence. He is showing me the new, the telepathic communication that is rich with light and sound. A packet unfurling in multidimensional splendor, a light show in my being that offers richness and depth that our language cannot reach. I find myself holding him and giggling in delight.

Thank you to all my dear friends who have experienced my abrupt ending of a phone conversation or interaction as I learn to navigate this demand for presence with more grace. We are in the training wheel stage of new ways of communicating, of being with one another. As I leave one focus, I enter fully into the next. No longer having the recent past as a filter that I view the present through. Here……and now here……here. Separate, new and yet all part of the love stream.

Nature and babies both offer easy transport to the now.

In this now, witnessing the strands flowing outward to create the next now moments. My daughter and hubby and baby intend to depart in a few weeks for their northern home. My elder son and his love are letting go of their apartment and lifestyle to head out to explore the next where. My younger son will be doing the same, to discover his and his finance’s next where. My former hubby will hold down the family fort, graciously storing everyone’s boxes while each journeys. He is experiencing change in his work world that may propel him on a journey to newness. Where will I head as this love pod disperses? I just read a post somewhere describing the nomadic, no home, lifestyle so many of us have adopted, as home free rather than homeless. Interesting idea, free to move at an inner calling, free from so much that tethers. Add that nesting instinct that lives within, the desire for structure, connection to place. Tethering. Beauty in both forms. I am desiring to create the home once again. Interested in how it could be new, how fluidity could coincide with form. How tethering could exist as a gossamer thread that allowed flight. How community could be a stroll from my doorstep.

My present life is an adventure in communal living. Grandparents, adult children, grandchild under one roof. The next step is the love pod communities where we each have our own space, be it tiny or sprawling, designed to suit our interests and desires. Where a community hub exists that nurtures and supports all through shared activities. Where harmony is achieved through resonance rather than rules. The utopian society that I dreamt of in my youth, the tribe come together once again. Yet a tribe without the yoke carried by the old. Belonging, being seen and appreciated for one’s gifts, the delight in sharing those gifts. Freedom and connection. Fluid and tethered. Sovereign and united. A life of and, and and……not either or. I have long dreamt it. It exists. I am dreaming my way to it. Perhaps I am living the love that allows it to flow to me. Magnetizing it by my heart light. Yes, that feels good. What are you dreaming and magnetizing into existence?

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