A Shift and On We Go

Posted on May 30, 2015 by lovelylinda

Mount Shasta from the north.

It seems we have made a shift, a leap into a new dimensional space. The love light flows much more freely here. I am finding myself singing love songs, little rhyming ditties, that make me feel so glad. My heart feels expanded and gratitude is a constant refrain. There is this peace and sense of freedom permeating my days. The colors in nature appear so vibrant, and everything wants to play. I imagined eagles as I had not seen any for months. That day, I passed a radio tower. I looked up and saw a nest with two eagles sitting next to it on top. I next tried butterflies and had them flitting about me during my walk. Everything responds to our intention and attention!

In offering myself as a player in this shift, I often will sense the need to quickly get in bed or a safe resting spot during the day, as I am taken out of my body. Usually, I fall instantly asleep. Recently, I had the experience of staying conscious long enough to find myself taking my seat at a council table. It was set up in a circular manner with a space in the center. We each had monitors in front of us into which we inputted our reports. The data was collected, and a comprehensive report was then given. A major shift had taken place, there was a sense of gladness though muted by human emotional standards. The monitors then disappeared into the table top and a huge hologram of the earth floated up in the center space. It was breathtaking. We saw the results of the recent shift and began assessing the next issue to focus our attention upon. The curtain came down at that point and I was asleep for the next three hours.

After an afternoon at Stewart Mineral Springs, feeling rejuvenated from the hot baths, sauna and cold creek plunge, this snake crossed our path. A powerful sign of the transformation I felt.

This shift signaled completions on many levels. I have heard from many who are stepping away from old programming of caretaking of others before themselves, of following shoulds rather than their own joy, of letting go of relationships that drained rather than nourished. All steps that aid the shift into creating the world of our deepest desires. As we honor ourselves, we bring a balance to our lives and to those about us.

I am delighting in setting my intentions each day and then giving my attention to them. We can use all of our experiences as a blessing. As I eat, I intend for all to be nourished and experience radiant health. As I drink, I intend all our cells to be bathed in the lovelightAs I walk, I bless Mother Earth and offer each step to her to use as she sees fit, my love light pouring where she directs it. As I pee, I release all physical, mental and emotional suffering from all beings. As I breathe, I intend all beings to be blessed with knowing of their truth and the brightness of their beauty. As I speak, I intend for my voice to carry the frequency from Home of oneness and love. Everything can be used to create more love in this world. Everything is love seeking to be seen and recognized.

Loving the beauty about me.

As we intend to see more magic, more beauty, more loving hearts and we look for it, we create it. A shift in our perspective, shifts the world we exist in. This shifting is fluid and constant. In each moment, we are offered the opportunity to let go of what we know and be present for what is. Our memories are dissolving to aid us in this. Short term memory is becoming a thing of the past as we gain skills at moving between dimensional spaces. I find myself “waking up” numerous times throughout the day, readjusting to whatever I am engaged in, returning from some other space. We are toddlers, learning to walk. More skills are coming online and out-dated ones disappearing. Assistance is available at all moments. We have to ask and trust that it will be given. I grant my team 24/7 freedom to assist me, aligning me with my divine plan and the divine plan for the earth. From my limited perspective, I do not have enough information to know what assistance I require that is for my highest good or that of another. Therefore, in stating for my highest good and the highest good of all, I allow myself the greatest assistance. In hearing of trouble spots on the earth, I flow my liquidlovelight into Mother Earth for her to use and direct as she knows best. We have these physical vessels to transmute, transmit, and anchor light. We can offer ourselves in service to the Creator and trust that we are used in the best way possible in each moment.

1:11 am and sleep is pulling me in. My heart is so full with the wonder of this planet and of the beings that reside here. We are an amazing lot! God bless us all.

The Anchoring in of the Divine Masculine Allows the Softening of the Divine Feminine

Posted on May 28, 2015 by lovelylinda

Oh, these energies are so amazing in their intensity and fluidity. Throughout my day yesterday, I was given signs of the masculine stepping in to its role of protector and supporter of the feminine. I made the two hour drive to the VW dealership, where I bought my car and had such a traumatic experience. I had sent my angels ahead to pave the way for ease and grace and total support in getting the fixes my car needed. I also flooded all beings there with love light. I was greeted by the service manager and his master mechanic. After being told by another VW mechanic that the wind whistling sound was a “happy sound” and that I should just get over it, it was a relief to have someone acknowledge that my concern was genuine. When you drive hour upon hour, like I do in the summer months, wind noise is not happiness! This master mechanic had written the fix for this very problem with my vehicle! He knew exactly what needs doing and ordered the parts to eliminate the noise. He will also fix the rug issue and touch up a scratch. Hallelujah! I felt teary as it was such a relief to be supported by the masculine. My elder son played his part in that support by staying on these guys when I got the run around. I received an apology for the way it was all handled and reassurance that next week, all will be set to rights.

I spoke with many friends, who were experiencing the men in their lives, stepping up to offer greater support. It had me in tears as I could feel the pride the men feel to offer that support to the women and the relief the women feel to let down their swords. So many of us have had to carry one to fight for our rights, to make sure that the babies were cared for, to run the households. Existing in the energy of the patriarchy, has taken its toll. We have run the masculine energy for so long, it is an adjustment to let down our guard, to soften into our true feminine natures. It has not been a safe place to do so. Now, it is. And it changes everything. We will see this out pictured more and more in the world. Look for it! As we know, in doing so, we create more of it.

The soft feminine flowering

This knowing was deepened through my connection to the baby that my daughter is carrying. This feminine being has communicated many truths. My daughter has noted that she is quiet, moves softly when she does move. The baby said that she is not moving much as she is using her energy to create her organs which differ from ours, as they are necessary to hold the diamond light frequencies she brings. Her presence is quiet, still, gentle….yet powerful! This is the feminine flowing. My daughter is very physical, she did somersaults in my belly and was rarely still! So it is an adjustment for all as we move into greater being and stillness. Another friend shared that her twin granddaughters carry this energy and it takes her being really present to meet them in this still place. It is the Magdalene energy anchoring in through these little ones. Purer expressions of the feminine as the wee boys are bringing in purer expressions of the masculine. Balanced and harmonized and eventually, androgynous as all become one.

The wonderous strength of the masculine. What joy to lean upon it.

I am celebrating this change and hear that it is all a part of this summer of love. The masculine coming in fully to support the feminine so that we can be about our work. Partnerships where both feel the freedom to express all of themselves in each moment. The harmony between the sexes creating tones of love that assist our Mother Earth in her movement. Oh, my heart is on fire with this love flame. It is truly time for each of us to express all of our truth. For all to delight in the variety of expressions that we are as we invite one another to fully shine. Letting go of judgment, letting go of separation. Allowing ourselves to be the love that blossoms into wild beauty.

I read an article about this masculine energy that is flowing in. I leave you with this:

The full expression of this wild masculine sexual energy needs a very powerful, open, wild womb to receive it – a ‘Magdalene’ Womb. When the wild feminine rebirths the wild masculine, and when men claim the full magnificence of their loving power, a New Earth is birthed.

~ Azra Bertrand www.thefountainoflife.org

Summer of Love

Posted on May 21, 2015 by lovelylinda

Not sure of artist but giving gratitude for use of this image

That phrase keeps playing in my head and heart. My knowing is that this is to be the Summer of Love, come again. I wondered where the term came from and what it represented. Forty-eight years ago, young people gathered in San Francisco to express the love flame that had been birthed in the Sixties. From Wikipedia:

The event was announced by the Haight-Ashbury’s psychedelic newspaper, the San Francisco Oracle:

A new concept of celebrations beneath the human underground must emerge, become conscious, and be shared, so a revolution can be formed with a renaissance of compassion, awareness, and love, and the revelation of unity for all mankind.

That flame was snuffed out by the powers that be through the divisiveness of the Vietnam War. The war was exact in its intent to divide a generation, creating two camps, soldiers and hippies. It sought to destroy the love that was blossoming in hearts across the land. Many of that generation have survived, though many were lost through the scarring that resulted from the horrors of that time. Our streets are filled with the homeless, former soldiers among the ranks, unable to integrate back into a society that used them for their own agenda. A quote from Grateful Dead guitarist, Bob Weir, expresses that the Summer of Love was about more than free love and drugs:

Haight Ashbury was a ghetto of bohemians who wanted to do anything—and we did but I don’t think it has happened since. Yes there was LSD. But Haight Ashbury was not about drugs. It was about exploration, finding new ways of expression, being aware of one’s existence. (from wikipedia)

The idea was held aloft by the Sixties generation, that there was a better way. They did not know the hows but knew it was worth seeking. Now that love flame is coming full circle as we seek unity and oneness once again. We have matured and our discernment has grown so that we are able to recognize the ploys to divide that are out pictured through the governments and corporations. We are no longer as gullible, as easily led. People are standing up for freedom, coming together to demand clean air and water, safe food and shelter, for all people. We are feeling the responsibility to work with the earth and be stewards of this land once again.

This shows up in emotional waves for me. Part of my soul, so fatigued, so tired of chasing the carrot of a better day, is hard pressed to lift the lamp of love. Yet this hope burns bright in my chest and my arm follows suit to raise the torch of love. The summer of love plays its notes through my being. It is time. Time to let go of separation, of judgment of one another and self, to open our hearts wide and expose this love seed we all carry.

The world desires peace, desires a radiant future for their children and grandchildren. The world shimmers and shakes and doorways can open in a moment if we are brave enough to walk through them. We are the creators, awakening to our powers. We are the ones who have held that seed in our hearts. We buried it deep with our fears as it was too painful to live in full awareness of the love that was barely tasted. We choked on failed dreams, yet our tears continued to water the seed of love, we thought long dead. The seed remained awaiting its time. Awaiting this Now.

It is growing and beginning to unfurl its beauty in our hearts. I am claiming this love flame, I am shining the light of my attention and intention on it. I am nourishing it with the good soil of loving thoughts, watering it with self love, allowing the sunshine of gratitude to do its work. This love blossom has the ability to change the world as it is seen and felt in more and more hearts. As each of us nourishes this flame, it spreads like wildfire throughout the land. A mighty conflagration that has the possibility of creating a new earth. A new world, the one we have dreamt of forever. We are ready for this. It is ours to claim. It starts heart by heart. As we fan one another’s flames through love, we increase our own blossoming. Soon, all will know their own beauty and we will delight in experiencing that of our brothers and sisters.

The Summer of Love. I see the love pods forming, finding our resonant tribe, working and playing together so that all beings know that they are cherished and valued for their gifts. We are so tired of going it alone. Time to make music together as our hearts sing their notes of love. Time to put flowers in my hair!

My Unexpected Wesak Experience

Posted on May 18, 2015 by lovelylinda

Time bends and swirls, the body feels the roller coaster ride sensations, nausea and exhilaration. This mystical month of May, full of Wesak energies of the Buddha. My son, born during this time, a buddha boy come to earth. Were we deep in the Buddha’s realms together? Not in the way you might think. We spent almost two weeks searching for a used car to replace my beloved, Maxie, whose time had come. There was grieving for the shedding of that form (yes, I grieved for all that she and I had been through, all the miles and spaces we had traveled, thousands upon thousands of highways and dirt roads across the USA and Canada). I had thought we were both to get new forms, magical ones of a pegasus for her, light body for me.

It all came about differently than I thought, I heard that it was “all purposeful” including the timing of the engine warning lights signaling transmission failure. I had not considered entering the banking world yet was guided to take out a loan from the credit union. I was guided to buy from a car dealership. All unfamiliar to me. I had no idea what kind of car I required as I have no idea of the life ahead. I don’t see myself as a commuter, will I still drive long distances? Do I need power for mountain roads? Will camping still play a big role in my life? Good fuel economy, solid frame? What were the components that I require? How long will cars continue to be a part of our lives? How long will money continue to play a role? It was difficult to make sense of it all as I live so much in my vision of the future, that this in between land feels unreal.

Saying goodby to Maxie in her old form, ready to welcome her into her new form.

My elder son loves cars and so assisted me in my search. It was exhausting, frustrating work for us both. Coming into contact with corporations, consumerism, banking….was far out of my comfort zone. I could feel the sting of centuries of usury, deception, manipulation, and programming. All designed to enslave mankind. The weight on men’s souls, the bowed backs as they struggled to provide for their families. There has been so much suffering and pain.

The structures of this world are collapsing. I was shown how purposeful it was for my son, who is highly conscious of all the control that has shaped and formed this present reality, and I, to touch into these systems with our light. Many of us are being called to engage with the old in order to hasten its demise. We both had physical reactions to the energies that we were meeting. Nausea, chills, fevers racing as the energies moved through us both. It took its toll. We were exhausted at the end of each day’s search. The masculine environment challenged my feminine in many ways. So many layers being confronted in what appeared to be a simple purchase. I am grateful that it is done. Grateful to have had my son standing with me. Grateful for our time together. Grateful for our knowing of all that we were facing.

I have returned to beloved Mount Shasta, traveling in Maxie’s new form. My body, not feeling as shiny and bright as hers. I have been resting, allowing the mountain to infill me. Images flash of other mountains, lakes that I am to sit near. My body needing time to prepare for summer outdoors, under the stars. I need physical strength and stamina. Everything ahead shimmers, bending and folding as I approach it. I am calling this the summer of love. Sensing that awaiting us all on a level we have not experienced in human form. Trusting in that love as time disappears like a mirage in the desert. If you look directly at it, it flickers and fades.

In this now, the colors of the spring flowers, the smell of the rain dampened earth, the mist shrouded mountain, are imbuing me with their healing properties. I am drinking them in. The seeds have long ago been planted. I am no longer seeking teachings, practices, outside guidance or gatherings for nourishment. Mother Nature is nurturing my seeds, she is an old hand at this work. I trust in her abilities as well as my own. I know that I am awakening daily to more of my beauty, my mastery. It has been there all along, but as the seeds long buried, spring to life, I marvel at who I am. At who you are. At the beauty and variety of beings present on this planet of love. I rest and open to the rain, the sunlight, the starlight. I am in the ground, feeling the swelling of the seed. The discomfort felt as I struggle to break the shell of the old form. Yet, already breathing in the fragrance from the blossom that I am. All contained in this now. The wonder, the wonder of bearing witness. We are privileged participants in this shift of the ages.

May Day, the Love Flows

Posted on May 1, 2015 by lovelylinda

My roommate caught me dancing my delight with the sun and flowers and trees.

Oh, the lovely energy streaming in today! I am drinking elixirs of love, a pink smoothie and a juice, both holding all the colors of the rainbow but the pink dominates this day. Beltaine, the Celtic Day of Fertility, bonfires and flowers, dancing and laughter, wild sex and ecstatic love. Woohoo. I can feel it all flowing in my bones, dancing out the rhythms of the drums. Our modern life seems so flat and one dimensional when seen against that background.

Today marks the 33 rd anniversary of when I met my former husband. 33, 3 children…oh, how I love the 3s! We spoke as we have done on this day each year, whether married or not, and expressed our gratitude for all that we have been and known of one another. We have truly taken the darkest shadows and the brightest moments and woven them into a book of love. It is amazing how we can rewrite our past. We have been conscious to do this over the past few years as painful memories surfaced, we allowed them heart space, we wove our love light about them and witnessed the transformation. It did not happen immediately, it took time and willingness on both our parts to let go, to surrender and to align with the family template of love that we came to create. What joy to know the truth of who we are. There is such freedom in allowing the love as everything in our being flows to that source within, the heart of love.

Pink elixirs

Throughout April, I heard, May movement. Yes, feeling that things are speeding up, the love flames are catching hold, embers stirred into wakefulness as our inner beings erupt and release the old patterning and pain. We are mirroring the earth as she quakes and shakes, spewing the old up and out. We are creating room for the love light to flow freely, as is she. Love is such a powerful force, it has a laser like focus that can dislodge the smallest particle of discord, disharmony, anger, shame, guilt…all of it, burned out. Our hearts have been crying out for this release and heaven and our own selves have answered our call.

Lantern flames of love.

I feel my sap rising, like the trees about me, my inner being blossoming like the most exquisite lotus. Petal by petal, it unfolds, each moment full of gentle movement and grace. How can we not love ourselves? We are so beautiful. We glow like the dogwood blossoms, an incandescent light that seeks to drink in and reflect the love light simultaneously. I feel drunk from imbibing all of this love!

The earth calls me to dance out this love, tone it, sing it, sigh it, stroke it, drink it, inhale it, consume it. Ahhhh, gratitude pours from my cells like sweat, dripping into our Mother Earth as nourishment, returning to me as a rocking cradle that I can nest in. We are one planet, singing a love song so true. The heavens are attuned and singing harmony to our song. Geese just flying overhead, affirming this truth with their honking that plays a note of joy on my heart. I love this world. I love you and I love me.

Trusting the Waves to Flow Through

Posted on April 25, 2015 by lovelylinda

I breathed in the stillness and grace of this pair.

Melancholy and sadness filled my field for a time the past couple of days. A couple of folks called to check in, was I feeling it too? Nice to know we are not alone, that others are experiencing the waves with us. That it is not personal, rather an expression of the collective consciousness. Our earth is going through more changes, earthquakes and volcanoes erupting in Chile, New Zealand, Nepal and elsewhere. A friend in Idaho called and said that there were a couple of small ones in her area. We feel more of the collective energy as it moves up and out for release. There is no hurrying it along. It flows in, seeking the love light, it opens my heart so the love light streams forth, I walk with it, listen to its story, feel its energy, allow it space….and it departs into the field of love that is.

Found heart rocks are now placed in trees so that they can shine their love light to all whom pass by.

Just realized that the word, holy is within melancholy. As we discover more and more, there is holiness and wholeness in what we are taught are negative states. Clues embedded for us to discover and bring into the light of our consciousness. We have been so programmed to shed the shadow, to keep running as if to outrun its reach. It is a relief when we finally stop and face it. To witness the fluid nature of feelings when we allow them entrance into our heart’s home. I recall the shock when I finally opened the door to the pain of my divorce and invited it in. I had thought that I would die on some level. Indeed, something did die. A dream, a vision, a creation. Yet, I did not die. As I became more comfortable with this guest, as its character became more known to me, as I began to love it, peace flowed in. It departed then, coming back for short visits when I required it. A messenger baring gifts of wisdom and strength.

Mount Shasta teaches me as I watch her appear and disappear in the mists. She is there, allowing the sun and shadows to flow over her.

Amazing how many states of feeling I can experience in a day. I honor each as an invited guest and in doing so, discover that none overstay their welcome. In previous times, I so desperately wanted a feeling to depart, that invariably, they stayed and stayed! No hints or encouragement saw them head to the door, rather they simply settled in more comfortably, tucking the pillows just so behind their backs. Now, I offer to rearrange the pillows, bring the refreshing liquidlovelight, offer my attention.

The sunny colors amidst the grey greens.

Before the glass is drained, they are usually up and out the door. Just as with our children, if I ignored the one hanging on my leg and kept with my task, the cries and attachment grew. If I bent down, offering my full attention, the hold loosened, the cries ceased and I could return to my task at hand.

The liquidlovelight is penetrating deep, the debris is floating upward to be cleansed. We are transmuters, alchemists of old, turning the dross to the golden love light. It was never about the golden coins, the true riches have always been the spirals of love light found in our hearts. We are blessed. We are.

Musings of the Week, Are We There Yet?

Posted on April 22, 2015 by lovelylinda

These days move with no rhyme or reason. One day, I am exhausted, spend the day in bed, reading, dreaming….so present elsewhere. Another day, I awake with energy, it comes in bursts. I wanted to be outside for more of the day, beyond the confines of the backyard. I packed a lunch and a notebook and went off to the lake. I ended up walking halfway around it before turning back. It is a seven mile loop that you can walk in the summer. There are a couple of footbridges that are removed in winter, hence, the retracing of my route.

I sat against a tree trunk to eat my lunch, drinking in the scent of pine resin released by the spring warmth. I realized how much I love that smell and the feeling of being surrounded by nature’s beauty. How camping allows that essence to seep into my pores and settle into my bones. I thought of the Grand Teton Mountains, the sparkling clear lakes of British Columbia, the shores of the Pacific Northwest and so many places I have yet to explore. I want that strength to return that allows me to be in the elements day and night. It takes stamina and energy to be outdoors, to make the fire, cook the food. Everything is a bit more of a challenge. At present, I do not have that energy. I am grateful to have a bed awaiting me, a kitchen and bathroom at hand.

A heart rock I picked up and placed in a tree to shine at passerbys.

I waded into the water until my feet were red and numb. It felt so good to feel that sharp aliveness. So much of my time is lived in a shimmery space, neither here nor there, that there is a joy in the physical sensations. I am ready to be more present in this now, with energy and enthusiasm for everything. Yet, I find myself in this space of disconnection. I am unplugged. I know that I am at work on other planes, creating new connections, new alignments. There is no pushing the timing, no skipping ahead as my weary heart desires. The patience pause…..I have become good at this. Why? Because there is nothing else. I have fully surrendered to my higher presence, to her wisdom gleaned from a broader perspective. Do I get tired of this half life? Yes……I feel beyond weary of it all.

A couple of dear friends of late have expressed concern. Am I sure that my guidance is correct? Does it make sense to continue to follow a path of Being when it has gone on for so long? Years, not simply weeks or months. We live in a world that values action and prizes productivity. I hold an extreme note of Being that sounds discordant. My friend asks, “What about creativity, are you painting?” No, only in my mind. It feels so heavy to think of gathering materials and claiming a space to create. I can lie on my bed and make use of sunbeams and cool breezes and weave them into structures and form. I dream of creating outdoor spaces that when you enter, your cells sing a song of harmony as your own beauty arises. I see towers of shimmering silk that float in undulating waves to bring shots of color and sound to those on the ground.

Everything in this reality feels dense and heavy, my body, the effort of cooking or cleaning. It is not that I do not desire to create, my palms are alive with the passion but await new tools. I want to create with light and mist and clay of the earth. All blended in new tones and forms.

Rainbows dancing in my palm delighted me.

In this now, I enjoy what is here. The bursts of energy that allow my washing to be done, the line dried sheets that offer me their fresh scent for sleep, the lilac wafting its heady scent by my bed, the thunder and lightening show lighting up the sky out my window this night, the rain falling on the roof and sweetening the air flowing over me from the open window above my bed. Gratitude is there in every breath. I take none of it for granted.

I just accidentally clicked on the notes icon and found this I wrote a month or so ago. Not sure if I used it in a blog but it fits this moment:

The trust and faith bones in our being are strengthening with each surrender, each letting go. Ours is to breathe it each moment. To know and feel it within our hearts, that the Universe is conspiring to bring us our deepest desires in ways more magnificent than our imagining allows.

Despite the weariness of soul and heart, this continues to ring true for me. It is getting closer, I feel it in my cells. I sense movement up ahead and an aspect from bygone days feels the excitement of being the one up in the crows nest, crying, “Land ho!”

aligning

Trust

Posted on April 17, 2015 by lovelylinda

I am so in love with the flow of my life. Trusting myself in every moment, fully and completely. I had had a craving for coffee. I went into town and bought myself a Bob Marley, Lively Up blend of organic coffee. Yesterday I awoke to massive head pressure, the nausea inducing kind. My head felt as large as a planet with all kinds of spinning inside. I heard, ” Go make yourself a cup of coffee. That is why you bought it. ”

Perfect! I had my coffee, stepped outside to stand on the earth and allowed a loud and full toning to move through me. I saw the pillar of light about me, felt the energy flow through into Mother Earth, knew this to be part of my transformer role. I felt her gratitude flow back up to my heart, breathed in the peace and balance. My head returned to normal size. Grace.

Beautiful drawing that came as a thank you from my son, Gabriel.

The more I trust what I am given through an image, words, signs, feeling….the more I am given. I am guided in each moment by myself. I allow that guidance to flow in, I honor it by acting upon it. The mind quiets, the emotions calm. No need to seek, to push, to arrange. It flows and I enjoy the ride. I am always in my perfect place, on time for my highest good to present itself, in place to receive all the gifts of love I desire to shower myself with. I am savoring this time.

Last night it was the joy of a new novel, hardcover, large enough type and heft for comfort. I giggled at the deliciousness of staying up late to read to my heart’s content. I went downstairs in the wee hours to get my tiny carton of ice cream, yum! How fun that for a dollar I can buy a carton of deliciousness that was a perfect match for my need for creaminess in that moment. Again a thank you to myself for foreseeing and planning for a future desire. Tuning in, listening and responding without the filter of the programmed mind as to whether something is right or wrong, is freeing.

This dog, just out of the lake, rolling in delight! Joy

Wide spaces open their doors, each set a new breath, a greater expansion. Woohoo, that Marley coffee lively upping my being! Oh yes! Here is graceland. We open, we experience and express the expansion, we live that space until the air is consumed, constriction, gasping….we open the next doorway ..over and over the dance. We can trust this. Trust the absolute love we are held in by ourselves for ourselves! I LOVE me! I am Creator swaddling and rocking this being just emerged into this now moment. The love! The love is an explosion of stars. How could I ever have not recognized the love that I am!

As we enter each new doorway, we are a babe, learning anew. We can only offer comfort, rocking, napping, food, lullabies as we stretch and grow into our new skin. Oh, tender are our hearts, our bodies, our minds. I caress myself with so much love and gentleness. In doing so, I caress you, knowing we are One. I have prayed for magic and miracle for years upon years. I am now living in that field of love. Grace, grace abounds. From my heart, streaming ribbons of multi-colored shimmering lovelight, I AM.

Soft Waves of Joy

Posted on April 14, 2015 by lovelylinda

I awoke in the wee hours as dawn was lighting the sky. There was a layer of snow on the rooftops outside my second story window. It must have turned cold in the night. I drifted back to sleep. Yesterday I had made it out to get a library card, as I love accessing the library where I am. I stopped to buy food to make veggie burritos, went through the check out lane, then surprised myself by heading to the deli for a sandwich as an immediate need for food arose. I ate till the sense of fullness sated me and went down for a few hours nap. I often feel urgency in my need for food, rest, movement. I could actually feel greater aspects of myself, getting my body into bed, safely tucked in, so as to allow myself to be on time for council meetings and creative endeavors in other dimensional spaces. The fullness in the belly allowed the long sleep necessary, just as we did for our babies, before a nap. We are being looked after like infants, my higher self, the caring parent.

This morning I desired a chocolate croissant and a coffee. There were other things I desired to do in town… a haircut is needed, veggies for a soup…but I can only do one thing at a time at present. No multi-tasking for this woman and I used to be great at it. So, drove into town, got my warm chocolate croissant and coffee, stopped along the road to commune with the mountain in her misty robe, came back and sat in the sun, savoring every bite and drink as well as the smells and sights about me. Pine trees wafting their fragrance, tulips so perky and bright even after being covered for a day in a blanket of snow, watched a bluejay squawking……he lifted his wings in the air with every squawk. Quite a morning workout!

I am savoring this dreamtime. We are transforming into more and more of our true beings. It is quite a process, we will not pass this way again. I feel such tenderness for this being, Linda Marie. I watched a short video (Facebook brings many things into my world) made by the Dove soap company. They targeted a few big cities around the world, put up signs at the entrance to someplace that in the video only women entered. Above one entrance was the word, beautiful, above the other, average. They had hidden cameras to watch women as they chose which door to enter. Most entered the average door though in interviews many women spoke of how they wanted to know themselves as beautiful and feel it enough to enter the beautiful door. It was so powerful to watch as women struggled to access that thought of their own beauty. I was in tears. The conditioning has been so strong and relentless to feel less than, to feel small and powerless, to assign positive attributes to others but not self.

I am dreaming a world where all would enter the beautiful doorway, as we would each know on a cellular level, that we are beautiful. To know our blossoming, to feel the beauty arise in a continuous circuit within, to have it reflected in the eyes and words and actions of others about us.

Let us see the tender shoots of each one’s growth, open to the remembrance of our magnificence, catch the starlight shining forth from our eyes. It never was about the outer form. We each choose our form as the perfect expression for what we came here to do. These dear bodies serve us well. All the rules and ideas about what beauty and health is, are imposed upon us. It is time to look inside and read the writings of our own history in the cosmos. We are masters, come to play on and with this beautiful planet.

I spoke with my eldest son, who often feels the weight of the world. He was feeling joy. He said a smile kept arising on his face that threatened to lift him off his feet! My heart sang with his joy. In this moment, it wafts through me in a smile as I listen to a rendition of Alleluia and sew buttons onto my comforter cover. Simple pleasures that fill me with satisfaction. The idea had been there for weeks as the down comforter spilled out from its cover and now the moment of joy in the repair, was present.

As I move about in my slumber, I trust fully in this process. Knowing that my time of activity and passion will come again, in its perfect moment. Trusting the fertile nature of this time and that I will live to see and experience its fruition. Even in that, no attachment either way as I am grateful to live this now moment and offer what is mine to do. I am seeing more about me, embodying their gifts, letting go of what no longer serves. We are growing in leaps and bounds. What wonderful beings we are. Feeling your beauty and my own with a grateful heart. Alleluia.

Entering the Dreamtime

Posted on April 12, 2015 by lovelylinda

The mountain informed me that I would need a week of rest in her to come back from the effort of the eclipse portal. Yesterday I did not stir far from my bed nor change out of my pajamas and robe. I dove deep in the waves moving in dreamtime. Today, I watched the overcast sky open up to allow the clouds to dance freely. I showered and dressed, then needed a rest. I made myself some food, eggs and greens, fast and easy. I got out everything to make a juice but the thought of cleaning up afterwards was too daunting to face. Lemon water will do just fine!

Back to bed to watch the birds soar outside the window. I wanted clean sheets for my now clean body…a load of laundry begun. Sat in the living room with the fire and saw the mountain come out from the curtain of clouds to bask in the glow of the setting sun. She is so beautiful. I curl up in her embrace.

A friend spoke of how this time is full of new ideas and how she is taking action steps into new projects. I was so glad for her, for the excitement and joy. For me, there is no arising passion other than to see each one of us embrace our own beauty and feel the winds of freedom lifting us higher. Nothing concrete in the outer world, no form. Yet I know that this dreamtime, where I exist in the shimmering lands of mist and magic, is a place of immense power. I am dreaming the new into being. I ride the feelings of peace and joy and harmony without form. I sense the joy, the laughter and play. I am not living it in the outer, but in this inner dreamtime, I am carried by it and dance to its tune.

I observe many being pulled into the quiet inner world, desiring solitude, open spaces that allow the dream. I have had a vision of us all entering the new land through the dream. What if everyone were to sleep and awaken, to find a new reality awaiting them? Hearts could burst wide open, no painful memories of what was or confusion as to what is real…rather the joy and ease of their lovepod embracing them. Ah…I have a dream…as Martin Luther King so eloquently expressed his. We each contribute to the dream with the fire of our hearts.

Evening, still not able to venture out. Clean sheets awaited, it felt like a huge accomplishment to actually make the bed. Bags unpacked, room straightened. Sometimes the density of this reality takes a Herculean effort to move through. I am immensely grateful that I created this opening in my life, to live the dreamtime. I am connected to Australian Aboriginal lifetimes where I knew the dreamtime intimately. Those lives have circled closer this past week, bringing memories, opening doorways.

One of my son, Gabriel's latest paintings. The blossoms seem to waft their fragrance into my world.

One of my son’s latest paintings. The blossoms seem to waft their fragrance into my world. gaberobertsart.com

We are remembering so much. Specifics hold little interest for me, rather the feelings and gifts are what I seek. To feel part of it all, the Oneness that underlies this surface life. To know myself in the flame, the scent of the flower, the cloud drifting by, in the eyes of a child, the touch of a hand, the rainbow thrown by a crystal, the smile of a stranger. We were taught separation and distance and lack. How powerful we are that we made it all believeable! Oh, the joy to have come out on the other side, to know once again the truth of how we are loved! To feel the unity and sink into its warmth. I know that the world does not reflect the fullness of this truth as yet. It moves closer as we each surrender to the dream of our hearts.

We have weeded out the dross, planted our desires, fertilized with our love. It is the time of blossoming. We have only to hold the vision of the rose, knowing and trusting that it will bud and unfurl its beautiful bloom. This earth is our home, a jewel in the Creator’s crown. We are each a facet of that shine. Turn on your heartlights so as to dazzle all creation. Know the truth of your hearts which sing a song of love. Let all else melt away. Love, beauty, truth and the dream. Always, the dream.

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