Today I felt a lightening, energies lifting. I started to enjoy this new space of knowing nothing. The Solstice approaches, days shortening and I am intrigued with what departing may mean. Is it a metaphor? Are we departing from all knowns? Dropping any identity that we wrapped around ourselves, leaving behind any idea of how life should or could look? I am ready to leap into the mist, no longer caring if  I land or float or am to be pummeled by the waves. Only known is that I am tired of this script of survival and suffering and weightiness.

I was thinking of a toddler having a tantrum, the frustration of the small body and its limits, the parental authority figure with its demands, the passion of the desire driving the outburst. I share the frustration of that toddler. I strain against this body suit that feels too heavy and awkward. I have outgrown this way of being, no longer feeling the passion to engage in the old ways.

I want to weave lovelight, create beauty in new dimensional arenas, travel with a thought to a loved one, drink starlight and dance with the faeries. I have outgrown the chunky crayons of my childhood, I want new art supplies to play with.

As I was walking out to the spa to soak my sore back, I heard: ” You are about to experience radiant health like you have never known.” Well, ok, I will accept it with a grateful heart! I am ready to feel that aliveness in my body. I knew it to be true, yet have no understanding of what that looks like but feeling it in my cells.

We are holding all of it, the polarities and finding our way through it. This and that, wanting to be here and not wanting to be here. Loving soaking up dear ones and happy to step away. Detachment and immersion. All a wild mix. No longer following any rules about how to be, allowing the naughty and nice to be what they are.

Feeling the magic that is a possibility this Christmas season, dropping in for the ride. My heart open to the highest expression and pathway that serves my essence and yours. My candle is lit, I lie here by the flames and know myself blessed.

Homemade deodorant with a label by my elder son. One of the fun evenings we all spent coloring and creating.

A week ago, as I prepared to leave Mount Shasta, my back spasmed. My body indicated that I was to still make the four hour drive, despite the discomfort. I am amazed at how all my bodies work together to create a perfect storm that allows the releasing of so much. This week found my physical body challenged with back pain that has drained me of strength. My emotions have been watery as tears sprang up at the slightest touch. My spiritual body has felt disconnected from the deep peace I had been residing in. My mental body has not known where to turn as it has found no identity or base to hold to. All building on one another to leave me vulnerable and open.

My daughter is like this tree, golden in her radiance.

The feelings have been raw. Old patterns and energies emerging with my former hubby as I returned to the family home, to welcome our daughter back for a week’s visit. We have done this dance many times before and had established some grace in navigating these waters. Yet, it was as if we took two steps back for every one forward. Feelings, so many I thought long gone and done with, arose. It has been a bit like witnessing two children arguing, words used like sticks to hurt. Everything felt personal as I found my lip quivering and tears spilling. Witnessing departed as I was right there engaged on this battleground. Anger arose on both our parts. I felt the old pattern of wanting to get up and run from the pain. Yikes! How could I be in this space?! The judgment arising as I saw myself acting out. The resolve to do better  shattered within hours, moments.

Transparency is here. All our feelings coming out of the shadowlands to be felt. On the world stage, we are seeing horrific dealings coming to light and on the personal level, our masks are off and we stand naked in all that we are. A friend was telling me about a workshop on peace that she was attending. They were discussing feelings and did an exercise where they drew cards about their feelings on a topic. She said we tend to think in terms of having one feeling about something….I feel joy, I feel sad. Yet, she was amazed to discover that it was more like six or seven different feelings present in one experience. I can attest to this! My dear former hubby and I could finally laugh as we relayed the oft times, contradictory feelings we were having. A mixed bag that did not add up and yet there they were. We were feeling all of these things and there was no hiding them. Grace did enter then as we felt around until we found our common ground of love to stand upon. We allowed ourselves to feel what we felt and lifted off the judgment of right or wrong, good or bad. We choose to not view it as backward steps, rather as showing up authentically in the now. The heaviness lifted as we allowed space for all our feelings. Simply the acknowledging of them, allowed kindness to naturally arise between us. We were both giving it our best and remembering and stating this provided some space to breathe.

Jars labeled and ready for packing.

Our daughter expressed her gratitude for our efforts that allowed her to visit us both in one place and have home about her. The three of us have shared cooking, conversation, movies and books. There has been the making of a Christmas tree star with her dad in the wood shop, for her first tree with her partner. There has been cookie and craft making with me, homemade gifts she will take back to Montreal to share with new family and friends. Yesterday we all worked together to create a birthday dinner for her with many family members showing up to share the evening. It has been a time full and rich with living. We are all grateful for it, despite the bumps.

Sometimes the sun of understanding eludes us and we have to find a way to be in the half light.

I have not recognized myself in many of these moments. It was like playing out a part that I had outgrown. The shocking thing was how convincing I was! I managed to convince myself for moments that that was who I was. Coming back to center has been aided by taking some moments to myself throughout the day. In my desire to soak up this time with my daughter, I let my relationship with myself slide. I need the stillness and quiet like I need food and water. I felt such tenderness for the being I was in my marriage, giving all to the family without any care given to myself. A recipe for disaster. In this mini review of those times, I can easily forgive and love myself for who I was. We are incredible beings, capable of so much love for others. How glad I am to have come to the place of being able to give the full force of my love to myself. That is the game changer and what we desire for each other. To fall madly and passionately in love with the whole jumble of the being that we are. To know ourselves as love even when we are acting otherwise. To see our beauty through the illusion that we cloak ourselves in. To know the truth of our hearts that trumps all. We are beings made to love as that is what we come from. Love is the creative force that allows this world to be. It may be shown in many guises but we are beginning to see that it is all love. We have traveled far to get here, to this understanding. We know it now and in that knowing, we are changing the world. Hallejulah!

Mount Shasta came out one morning in her white cloak to be admired.

Third day of intense head pressure. Trusting that ease is found in this day. I have been kept to the moments. Yesterday I went to look at a couple of small condos on the other side of Mount Shasta. A totally different view. More masculine than this side with the heart carved in her slope. It is high desert country there, expansive, elements harsher, the lake almost gone with the lack of rain. Yet, all changes as it has been raining since I arrived, moisture swelling the buds and infilling the dry creek beds. What a gift. I felt the balance of Mount Shasta more fully, the masculine and feminine integrated in her being as well as my own.

Later…fourth day and I was able to move. My head was clearer, the pressure released, my gratitude immense! I took a walk as the rain had stopped. A friend and I were dazzled by the light dancing on the water in a diamond pattern that sent up golden, magenta, and blue rays of light. A tree, shedding its leaves, the sun turned its spotlight on, turning it to liquid gold. We passed a tree growing a magnificent fungus that looked like a huge clamshell, a seat for a faerie queen. As we sat by Lake Siskiyou’s edge, my friend said, “Look up!” Two eagles flew low above our heads, wing to wing. They seemed to fly in slow motion as we felt them glide over us. We looked at one another with awe and a deep appreciative sigh. We knew ourselves blessed.

The faerie queen’s throne

Waters flowing in the creek outside my window, pine and cedar smells drifting in with the sound of rain falling. It has been a day of magical moments. I ran into a friend I wanted to see on the path in the woods. Tonight, three of us pooled our food and made a yummy dinner. We had a special bottle of organic wine to celebrate this day where we all felt a shift in the energies, a lightening. We lit candles and strung up Christmas lights. We sat in front of a blazing fire in silence, our spirits full.

Wild!

Being present in each moment, savoring its gifts, whether of head pressure or eagles majestic flight. I am grateful to be alive on this blue jewel of Earth.

Last night and today I have felt weighted down, pressure like dense gravity, pressing me flat. I could only get up to hydrate and eliminate. I saw myself spinning deep under Mount Shasta, taken down a shaft that led to the core of the earth. A council of nine of which I was one, convening. We created a chalice through which a waterfall of lovelight cascaded. My cells expanded anew as the knowing flowed that the greater my capacity to expand, the greater the light that could be anchored. My future self flowed in strongly, reassuring my cells that they were up to the task as she knew of its success. I felt the sigh and release into that knowing which allowed a greater opening.

I was gifted with a day of solitude as this was occurring. I made a fire and it burned bright all day with little tending. Its flame a comfort to mine. A quote from one of my favorite books echoed in my mind:

” Walk with me through death’s door

And realize the dream of your deeper being

Is what you have been dying for.”          

                                                                   From The Flaming Serpent by Aine Armour

I felt how we are called to release all attachments to people, places, things. My deepest desires, that have been held close to my heart, have loosened and flown free. I have surrendered all. There is a faint afterglow where they once burned so bright. That space offered to be filled anew. I hear, this your last act of service to the earth and humanity. It asks all. Lifetimes of preparation for these moments of expansion and melding into a crystal chalice of living light. All nine, fully present, moving in a pattern of harmony written ages ago in the language of stars.

Anchored, it will perculate until it finds its way to the surface, available for the Solstice’s magik to infuse feet and hands and hearts. An elixir of love, offered to all. Drink of it and see your own starlight glow. The Christ light entering in, heart by heart until the truth of Christmas will be felt at last. Christ consciousness alive, walking on the earth in your heart and mine. Knowing all as brother and sister as heartlights shine their beams of love.

I know nothing of how these days will unfold. Coming back from the earth’ s core, I felt the pressure as if I had dived to the depths and was required to move in stages so as to not suffer damage to my body in the ascent. Spent I lie here listening to the rain upon the roof. Lifeblood to this land of drought. The cascade of lovelight we have just anchored, hydration for the hearts parched for love. The Creator has heard the cries, felt the waves of sorrow and looked upon the masses bereft. The response pours in.

Swirling matter as we move through form.

Grateful am I for the knowing that the earth’s shift is assured. The doorway open, the light spilling forth, illuminating the path. I see the footprints glowing from those who have prepared the way. Mine match theirs as I stand upon the threshold and gaze back. Heart overcome with love for the beauty of each one as they decide their path to follow. There are many paths that converge at this doorway. Some are long winding roads, others short and straight. Wide paths where one may walk with one’s fellows, others so narrow they must be walked alone. Guardians at their posts assure all must cross the threshold on their own. No baggage may be carried, no attachments brought along. Every garment stripped, hearts bared to this lovelight.

I have realized the dream of my deeper being and know in this moment, that it has been worth dying for.

Japanese maple’s flame feeding my heart.

An old pattern came up, a pocket of unconsciousness seeking release. I was with a person from long ago and I engaged in gossiping, speaking in a judgmental way about another’s actions. It was interesting as I knew the positive role those actions held in the higher spheres. Yet I was engaged in giving it all a negative slant. I felt regret, shame settle in. I called in the violet flame to transmute my words. I tried to contact and left a voice message with the one I had conversed with, to tell a different story. It was a shadow that lingered for part of the day. I knew it was my choice, how long I lingered there, that part of me was seeking my love. A feeling of the Catholic penance was present as I felt the reluctance to free myself from the judgment in that shadowland. I felt the lifetimes that I had lived under that weight, the cross heavy on my back.

As I lay down for a nap, I called in the higher self of the one I had judged. I called in my higher self to make it right. I held us both in love’s flames. My heart experienced a shattering as the love between us exploded. I felt our many lifetimes together pass in a swirl of sensations. We had played every role with one another, our bond was deep and true. It was all understood, the love that was true. No words, simply strands of heartlight weaving in joy. I felt only gratitude for all.

I sent him an email expressing that love, knowing he might not be able to receive it on this level, assured that he had already felt it within his heart. Yet the outer expression is important as we each speak our truth, it plants seeds for the new way of being. We will be able to openly love everyone, without fear or reservation.

We are beings of love. If we act unloving in a moment, it does not negate our loving nature. That was a lie taught to us, to keep us ever contained in a cycle of shame and smallness. As we are able to bring consciousness to more and more of our moments, we shed light on any pockets of unconsciousness. All desires that light. All wants to be seen as the love that is. Such freedom wafting in the air as more of this world is seen in its true light.

Pink skywriting

Our intention is so powerful. My intention is to be a flame of love. To recover all parts of myself that have lived without that heartlight. To see my ups and downs through a lens of love, knowing the whole is far greater than the aspects that I play out on this stage. This has been the mighty work of this age to return all to love. As I live in these moments, I know that it is done. We have been successful. The earth will never again dwell in the dark night. We are living it and we are viewing its success.

What is up and what is down…nature expanding my view.

I am observing how we are being gifted with opportunities for our last dance with our fears, our insecurities, our wounds. The door ahead has been opened, the lovelight streaming out a greeting. It illuminates a straight pathway. We can choose to walk sure footed, in the knowing that only this forward motion remains. To greet that light, to be bathed in that stream of love, our truth.  Or we can take sidesteps, opting for a last dance with the old patterns before choosing to enter in. The lovelight blesses all, as it knows all will enter in. Free will allows each to choose the timing. How loved we are! Each path fully honored and supported.

Dear hearts all, we complete our roles with one another. Any area where I am not claiming my beauty, a soul will come to reflect that back to me. If I follow these clues, I will discover a part of me, huddled in a darkened room. It is our job, as the loving parents we are, to turn on the light of love and go to that child, lifting her/him in a loving embrace. Assuring that little one that she is treasured and wanted and nothing needs forgiving, nothing is too shameful to see the light of day.

Worn and peeling, yet a beauty shining through. Owning our beauty allows others to see it.

Anywhere we feel we are not being met, we are offered an opening to meet ourselves. Offer a deep bow for all who play this role for they are truly agents of change. Observe and follow the clues, take action as you are inspired. When another shares a painful secret, offer a field of love for them to walk upon. Most likely you have already done so, as that is what allowed the place of safety for the secret to be exposed. If you feel judgment come in, recognize that some part of you is calling out for your love. Go to that self and flow the love you are. If you feel rejected, seek out that part of you that you have rejected and make amends. Betrayed, where have I betrayed myself? All is there to be read and healed.

Know that we are done with clearing and releasing, whenever we declare ourselves done. We have ever been whole. We only played at being victim/perpetrator, overseer/slave. We came here to evolve, to experience separation with all its permeations. How far could we take this game? There were the daredevils amongst us who came to ride the extreme edges playing dictator and tyrant. Many choose the role of playing asleep, safe in the middle lands. There were those who flowed the remembrance of oneness in their steps. What a glorious cast of characters! We have exchanged roles, played understudy and lead, bit parts and grand. We tried out everything.

How we will laugh and celebrate the closing of this long running play. Our costumes have become tattered and worn, the scripts, almost illegible with all the handling, the stage falling apart under our feet.

To play our parts credibly, we swallowed the belief that others were to establish our worth. Ever, it was our own hearts that held the love that heals every wound. The key to our freedom has always been within us. How clever that we set up this adventure tale, where we rode off in search of that key, that holy grail. Searching high and low, facing dangers and imprisonment, suffering and fighting for survival. Our souls have loved every experience, every twist and turn of plot.

Our Mother Earth, beloved Gaia, has requested a new play. She wishes to join her peers in the starry love fields. She offers us a role in this new script of her design. Weary and worn, we have chosen as a collective, to partake in this new play. This time we strip ourselves naked, allowing our heartlights to shine the signature of the role we will take on. We are asked to play our greatness, to let our voice be heard. Each note necessary in the chorus being sung. We move as one heart, one ribbon streaming from the Creator’s essence. The amphitheater is filled with representatives from every universe.

Follow that path of light, do not dawdle for long. The stage door is ajar, the curtain at the ready, we hear, “Places everyone!” I intend to be in place, ready to hit my mark and deliver my lines. I am calm and centered, with the peace of knowing that I have prepared well. I am ready. As are you. Time to step in!

What does it mean when I hear that I am going? I am amazed at how deep is the knowing and how peaceful is the expression of it. On one level, it means nothing. On another, there are many doors. I feel the completion of my mission in every cell. Do I have any idea what this looks like? No. It is not knowable. I have been following the clues I receive.

There are tears of joy, tears with no source other than an over flowing of emotion which seeks release. Tears as I learn to allow my fullness room within this body. The tears assist my heart to expand to make room for more of me. The words that have played the past few months of almost constant movement from place to place have been: You are going to more, not less. They are a mantra I live by. We are evolving, always! Ascension is not an end point. Our time on earth is but one part of our continuing story. I was called. I came. I have contributed my piece. That allows me a great sense of peace.

The stillness as we allow our boats to float.

What does leaving look like? Feel like? I have no clue. Ever since I heard that physical ascension would be possible for some in this lifetime, I knew that I would be one to experience it. I write to open a pathway for others. All of our paths are unique yet we glean comfort and information by sharing our journeys. I am sharing the clues that I follow. I do not have details as so much that lies ahead will be beyond our vocabulary to explain. I have known that what I desire is beyond my ability to imagine.

Feelings waft in and I follow their trail. I feel unattached to outer activity. There are no projects or desires calling out to me. I have been on this path of being for so long and it has been the dominant calling, taking all my energy. Doing comes in the driving in my beloved Maxie as we traverse landscapes, following the call. There is no feeling of landing though that intention was there for an autumn landing when I first headed out this past summer. I have sought the feeling, body desirous of place and stillness yet it has not come. Floating…that feeling remains.

Following the curves of the path as best I am able.

Change is constant, all is fluid motion. Trusting that what is my truth in this moment may not be in the next. Allowing this. No holding to anything or anyone. I feel no things undone. I trust completely that all that is needed in each moment is brought to me. The other day, I thought of someone who had once been close to me and since moved on. She popped in, I opened Facebook and her picture was staring at me on my newsfeed after not showing up for ages. Then a sign appeared on the roadside with her name jumping out at me. I followed the swell in my heart and sent an email of love felt. She responded in kind. Complete. There was no trying, no efforting, simply following the feeling of love and appreciation that arose.

I was taken into a dreamscape of my love pod which opens occasionally for me. My youngest son was there with his love as I was with mine. I was holding and consoling his determined toddler, expressing his frustration so like my son when he was that age. There were horses and joy and peace. I know that I will live this. On what level? How? I do not know any of the details, only that the vision of the love pods that I have held for decades, is coming into fruition and I will be a part of it. My sense is that we will be free to move between dimensional spaces, no longer limited to viewing only one reality, rather many will be open to play in.

This shot is looking up a section of a huge redwood which had been cut to clear the road. You cannot tell what you are seeing from this perspective yet it was very clear from a distance. This is true for us as more dimensions open to our sight. Photo taken by my friend, Bev with my phone as it was on her side of the road. Thanks Bev!

So will I be here for Christmas, the New Year? I can only live that question. It does not concern me as I know all is aligned and cared for. I am always in my perfect place for my highest good. I ask to align that with the highest good of all and therein find peace. As they are one and the same as the knowing of our oneness takes root. Perhaps the change will be one of discovering my body filled with vitality, bursting with creative projects that seek form. Perhaps it will open with the discovery of myself existing in multiple realities, with one continuing in this known landscape. Perhaps it is beyond all thought.

What I do know is that as I have detached emotionally from people, place and things, I have expanded in my capacity to love everything. Especially myself! I have fallen deeply in love with who I am, feeling a reverence and honoring for the being that I AM. What a wonder! As that love explodes, it opens the gateway to loving all others. Every sentient being on this beauty filled planet of ours. The reverence and love for our Mother Earth is there in every best of my heart. There is no separation. No need to offer her a thought as it is offered in every breath. Separation dissolves to be replaced with this immense soaring freedom. It is intoxicating and yet quiet. Fireworks yet peace. As our heart beats without our conscious thought, this lovelight moves like a river through me. Source gives, I open to receive and allow its passage through this body chalice. All effort, all trying ceases. I observe what flows in and allow it to follow its natural course. I do not have to direct it, control it, instruct it. I am called to live it. All of me is engaged in this.

I have come to love the uncertainty found wrapped in the midst. To flow into the mystery and allow.

One may question why I have stated that I will depart. Why put myself in a position where I can be proved wrong? The fields of right and wrong are collapsing, opposites dissolving into wholeness. There is only my truth in this moment and yours in your moments. My writing is offered as I am guided to share. The words encoded beyond their meaning with liquidlovelight. I am the scribe, offering form in these letters, to be infilled. As always, take what resonates, leave the rest. We are guided every step of the way. We are so loved and cherished. We can best express this by cherishing ourselves as our Mother/Father does. In loving me, I love you. We truly are walking each other Home.

Beautiful bridges line the Oregon coast.

The winds of change blew me down the Oregon coast. It was raining hard, the winds pushed Maxie (my car) sideways as we struggled to stay centered on the road and bridges. The ocean threw itself across the highway in places and the mists enveloped us in their haunting depths. It was a soul journey as much as a physical one. Could I hold my center in the midst of the chaos swirling on the planet? Could Maxie and I exist in the eye of the storm, deep in the knowing that all is well?

We could and we did. I was very grateful to land at my friend’s home as the last hours in the darkness and fog had asked me to hold my inner light on high. I am increasingly aware of the various planes that I am creating on as I move through this physical plane. I traversed many timelines on this drive, and yes, the storm was necessary. I trust and move through. Easing my grip on the wheel, knowing I am guided and protected each mile I traverse.

Dizzying heights

The weekend presented a walk in the redwood forest along the coast. We left the sunlight behind and moved into the shadows and mists, the place where faeries dance in the fecundity of the forest floor. Your toes seek to grow hairy roots and your arms long to embrace the sky. My being sunk into the silence with a shuttering sigh. Forehead on huge trees, bark spongy and welcoming. Moss dripping, water churning in the creek we walked beside. Dense canopy offering filtered shelter as the sky opened in earnest with its buckets of life sustaining moisture. Waterfalls of light suddenly spilling from the treetops, liquid rivers of lovelight. Every sense alert, quivering in the aliveness. Two young men, cavorting with the energies, running down the path. My light body tumbles and races with them, eager to move with the forests’ power.

We went to see the movie, Interstellar. Almost three hours long, it took me on a journey. I saw how it was releasing the past trauma we endured at the fall of Atlantis and Lemuria. We have shifted that timeline. We are creating the new earth right here with our hearts full of love. We woke up in time. We had vowed that there would be no more destruction, that our earth would live to become, once again, the Garden of Eden we remembered. We are our future selves as well as our ancestors, all come to this point in the time/space continuum, to birth with our Mother Earth, a new world. In the movie, the folks explore the galaxy for the environment that will support us. In the end, it is love that offers the home to land in. Our love for ourselves and one another, the glue that holds the fabric of our beings as they swirl and reform in the dance of life. The bookcase offers a glimpse into the way we weave frequencies, sending out harmonies and tones of love across the universe. My fingers knew that movement, the shifting, conscious placement of each strand and fiber to create beauty and life.

We do not have to search the galaxy for our home. It has been hidden inside us the jewel in our hearts, pulsing its message of love. When we follow its beacon, we are transformed by its power. This in turn, transforms our world. Like Dorothy, in The Wizard of Oz, we have only to click our heels to return to our home. This earth is a jewel, entrusted to our care. We rode her to the brink and now we are pulling her back to safety. To the truth of the immense love that she is. She is our mother, having allowed us to find our way no matter the cost to herself in heartache. We have grown beyond our selfish, careless teenage ways. We are now adults, stepping into our sovereignty, here to assist with our talents and gifts. We came for this time, knowing we carry the solutions within the collective. As we move into aligning all of our actions with the highest good of all, we restore the garden of our souls and our Mother Earth. This is why we are here. Every person on this planet has a vital piece of the puzzle. In unity, we put it together, community by community until we see the flowering beauty of the whole. As each adds their lovelight, free from distortions of suffering, blame or pain, the new comes into view with a radiance that lights our galaxy and beyond. Our earth, a shining star in the Creator’s crown.

Yesterday I drove a highway of light, weaving my energies with three mountains, snow capped and shining in the lovelight. Tones, high pitched, angelic in nature flowed through my voice as the miles melted away. My heart was a furnace blasting its liquidlovelight out in radiant streams. Tears flowed with the beauty of it all. Mission accomplished sang the song in my heart. The tipping point has been reached. Love is the primary force on our earth once again. With that knowing I can depart, entrusting the building to the next generation that came in for the task. My generation have been the vision keepers, the breakers of the old patterns, the seeders of the new. Many will come back as the babies, streaming in with memories intact. Knowing that love is the creative substance that will transform this world.

Feather left as a writing tool, wet sand the blank sheet.

I stand at the open gate, knowing the masses will pass through. My heart sheds tears with the wonder of it all. Relief that we have made it, appreciation for all that brought us here. No more questions, no more tasks ahead. I am savoring my wholeness, the freedom that is singing through my cells. I congratulate each one, thank this body elemental, the micro of our Mother Earth, for her support and love. We have arrived. We are the ones who came to bring us all Home. Masters all, we are mighty in our love. I rest in this. I rest in this.

Only by being broken open, was I able to glimpse the beauty within. Our hearts often need this same shattering to expose our beauty.

Clouds like massive wings moving across the sky. Legions of angels are here to assist our shift.

It has been an emotional couple of days for me as I have been given a vision of the upcoming Solstice portal. I do not like focus on dates, having learned my lesson of attachment to outcome. Yet, I do recognize the power that is present at specific times of planetary and galactic alignments. Celestial events do offer openings heightened potentials that we can take advantage of with our intentions.

On my walks, I am gifted with hearts in many forms. I love Gaia and she loves me! And you and you! 

I was given a vision of many thousands of us stepping through the Solstice portal. We will prepare the way for the masses to follow. It will seem but a moment to those we leave as time will soon be a construct of the past. I will fulfill my hospitality role that I have prepared for in my dream time. Our group will prepare the space and I will read heartlights to assist each person to their love pod, the one aligning to their frequency. I read it as color and tone.

Emotions surfaced with this knowing of departure. Not new for me as twice in the past,  I have been informed that I was to take this step. This time feels so new as there are now enough of us to truly shift the collective. My heart expands in tears of joy at this knowing as well as tears of release in the letting go of life as we have lived and known it. We step into the magik lands that I have long dreamt of.

Where to house my body in the meantime, how to be present to the currents, what any if this looks like. Questions that I am called to live. I drop into the knowing, allowing it to lead. My adult children come to the fore and much information has flown through on clearing and assisting them. Our higher selves are present as we work to step free of the old entanglements and step into our truth more fully. The gifts I have for each are being given. I am flying my daughter home for her upcoming birthday as the keys and codes I have for her require physical presence to transmit. My sons’ gifts have been transmitted energetically with their conscious permission as well as that of their higher selves. The knowing that is flowing through is sure and swift.

These next weeks hold unlimited potential for each one if us as the Christ light floods the planet. I hear completion for my life stream, the fulfillment of what I came to offer our beloved Gaia. Always, a part of my heart will spin through this rose galaxy with her. I am being called Home to new assignments after a period of rest and renewal in the heart of my Mother/Father.

Even this knowing, I release. I am at peace with all that is open before me. Potentials shift with the wind. There is no more preparation. Nothing to do except what presents itself in the moment. However it comes to pass, there will be greater lovelight for all. Freedom to sing one’s heart song and create what it desires. We are one being, one consciousness becoming aware of itself. Everything desiring to return to its true form. Oh, the majesty! The thrill of this bright light. Know yourselves as love and take such tender care of the being you are. I love us all so.