The Phoenix Arises from the Ashes

Posted on June 14, 2013 by lovelylinda

Through the tunnel

Hello everyone! I have been gone so long and yet it was a blink of an eye. I am now arising in my newness and feeling my way, flowing my divinity. I have lived more fully the death process, and despite the hollow sound of the husk of me rattling in the wind, I am so grateful for the space it opened.

On the morning that I awoke, knowing in all my cells that my work was done in Scotland and it was time to leave, a friend told me that I lived the phoenix experience. It was a part I chose to play here on earth. I laughed as I have done my share of dying and rebirthing but had not thought of it in that context. She said that I was on the cusp of yet another such experience.

Yosemite falls which called me to visit before I flew to Scotland. As I stood at its base with my sons, a tone was released and a mini snow storm ensued!

Little did I know that the cusp meant that day! My guidance told me to move quickly, so I began my journey by train to my departure city, flying out within 24 hours. During that period, I went through the most intense death experience to date. Initiations do increase in intensity as does our ability to explore greater depths and heights of our beingness. I moved from train to hotel to bus to plane in a fog of tears as waves of emotions moved through me. I felt as if I were standing under the pressure of a huge waterfall that threatened to knock me over and drag me under. Every lifetime that I had experienced since the original agreement to explore separation, came roaring down. It cascaded over me in a torrent. Resistance was futile, this I knew. The seven weeks of work in that ancient land had left me spent. I had no resources to draw upon. There was only one path open. I opened my heart and let the water take me. I let go. I surrendered. Take me, I whispered in my heart. Take me home.

Once the waves subsided, I found myself washed up upon an unknown shore. I felt dried out. A husk of physicality, all juiciness sucked dry. The marrow of my bones remained. I heard the sound of my dryness, rattling in the wind. I knew nothing except that the “I ness” of me, remained. How does one move with no fluid in one’s veins? I observed as if from a great height, the being that lay taking in breaths of air through a chest filled with fluid. Water and its absence, both were present in me.

Hailstorm engulfing me, shattering the old shell of my beingness.

With wonder, I observed the space within. There was nothing left in me with which to resist this process. All had been washed away. I was clean and clear, no thing to move around, nothing to block my view. I floated in open space as what I knew not. There was no being to judge this experience, simply the witness, witnessing. I surrendered to the emptiness, as there was no me to forge a resistance. I and the space were one.

A soft landing awaited in California, sunshine and a soul so dear to my heart, my youngest son, my joy boy, now a man. He allowed space for my re-entry. Soft tendrils of creativity began to flow into the space of me, as I lay observing his art about me, lighting me up with its colors and form. More movement as I journeyed from San Francisco to Sacramento, once again landing in a space provided by my former husband, in my former home. I had not thought I would be here again in this way, yet here I was. Accepting the grace of it, trusting all as my I AM presence, dear Sophia, directed my movements.

My elder son greeting me, having the perfect “prescription” of music for my soul. I lie on the floor with him as he played music that brought great sobs of release. He knew my body still had releasing to do, trauma of lifetimes of hardship and heartache to move through. What a gift his perception was. All of me needing emptying. We have entered into the new lands where joy reigns supreme along with ease and grace. It is a work to let go of the struggle, the pain, the backpack full of bricks of calcified emotions of grief. The tears a healing balm despite the way they racked my form. I saw each cell open and upend its load, allowing the music to carry it away. Angelic beings surrounding me, transmuting it all into usable light once more. This is my offering. This is my skill, my talent as it were. To swim in the sea of unconsciousness, drink it in my cells, then purge it all in a great outflowing wave as it returns to its true essence of love.

How blessed I am by these two male souls who incarnated through me, with me, providing the scaffolding to stand upon as the new is in the process of construction. Wide shoulders, towering hearts. strong legs grounded in the earth…..I gifted myself with their presence for these times. My gratitude for me, for them, immense.

A giant sequoia showing me how to be a conduit for heaven and earth.

Each day, I awaken with the excitement of an explorer, open to what presents itself. My trust is complete in dear Sophia to allow my divinity expression through this vehicle of light. I recall a moment of feeling my beloved so powerfully in me, surrounding me. My heart bursting in the bloom of that love. I wondered how I could live in the knowing of his essence and his coming into physical form. How could I live with my heart like a live coal burning in my chest? Was it possible to breathe in this flame? Did I not have to shield myself in some way? No, the next breath informed me. This is the new way. Heart wide open beyond what I knew possible, each breath expanding it further. Vulnerable in every way. This is freedom. This is what I have sought. Always the desire to breathe deeper, go farther, live more fully this liquidlovelight that is my song.

Oneness is offering itself in every moment. It is not behind any of the old doors. Within each heart stands the portal. Courage is needed to step over the threshold. The new land awaits. All of nature and life stands at the ready, to offer assistance. The trees, the breeze, the waters, the fire and the earth, herself, all line the pathway on the other side. It is one step that requires every cell in your being to desire. Oh, how I love our courageous hearts, our cells of light, our loving blood. All rushing to this threshold to be met with the embrace of oneness that takes our breath away. Inhale, exhale and I AM. In this is the story, in this is the ALL. I have heard my future self laughing for many months gone by and now I laugh with her as she and I are one. Oh, what a grand adventure we have been on! I have come home. My journey of wandering with no physical home for the past four years, honed this truth in me. I knew it in my mind yet now I live it fully in my heart. I AM grateful to be free. I AM liquidlovelight falling through space and time, unceasing. No beginning and no end. I and my Mother/Father are ONE. Hallejuah!

Time for Forgiveness Between the Sexes

Posted on May 31, 2013 by lovelylinda

The rose can be a symbol for the masculine as well as the feminine heart. We are all love, that is our truth. I want to thank my friend, Bev, for honoring the request of her roses that they be included in a blog. Aren’t they stunning?

Women have adopted a cultural belief that men cannot be depended upon. They often react in one of two ways: by shaming or bullying the man for his former transgressions, whether personal or familially, or giving away their power to the man in an attempt to feed his ego as the one in charge. Neither path leads to freedom.

In truth, it is the path of the feminine to lead the masculine into following and supporting her intuition and knowing. Each has their place, their way of moving that is empowering for both, a win win relationship .

Many women hold a great deal of resentment and anger towards the masculine, and many men are afraid to put down the shields with which they have guarded their hearts. Who is to go first? Both are called to be brave, courageous and lay down their burdens. Women must hold their men in a field of love that allows the shame of past actions to be dissolved. Yes, the woman is called to be this love. Not concerned with whether it is deserved or not, it is. We are all deserving of love and it takes moving beyond the daily perspective to a wider viewpoint to truly see this. Our men have lived under a burden of shame for their past warrior roles and have no templates from which to guide them in the new way. They wish to express the pain in their hearts for their collective role but have been denied an opening by the feminine. Many retreat into addictions as a way of trying to ease their pain.

Yes, the feminine heart carries great pain for the centuries of patriarchal abuse that has left her disempowered and afraid to speak her truth. This has created a standstill that has gone on long enough. It is time to break this deadlock of blame and shame. Women, it falls to us to take the first step in reconciliation. We have the power and wisdom of our mother to draw on.

Men must be willing to become warriors of the heart, dropping their shields and allowing themselves to feel fully, to cry, to express their emotions without restraint in order to get in touch with their own hearts. This will lead them to honor the hearts of the women.

Women have to allow the men room to play their protector, shielding role. Men need to listen to the hearts and knowing of their women without judgment and to support her in walking her truth. Women want to be supported to flow their feminine knowing without being questioned by a logical male mind. Men want to be free to protect and support without feeling less than or overpowered by their females. They wish to use their strength to guard their women and children. Women want to be recognized for their intuitive wisdom and to flow their gifts of knowing to the earth and their families. They desire to be supported by the strength of their men so that they may move in the fluidness which is their nature.

Ultimately, this will lead to the inner balance that we all seek, of our inner masculine and feminine working in harmony. I have experienced the joy and freedom that comes when I held a field of love for the men in my life. Shame melted away, allowing the ray of healing to penetrate the heart. Distances and misunderstandings melted as each was able to view the other free from blame or judgment. It is a process, it takes time and effort to be fully present in the now. There can be no viewing of the other through the lens of the past, as that is what keeps the deadlock entrenched. Instead, it is a moment by moment practice to see the divine one another, to recognize that we are all doing our very best in each moment and to allow grace to flow between us. Call upon your angels to melt your own and others hearts with liquidlovelight and witness the magic that is possible. Let there be no more divisions, let us gift our children a new template of harmony between the sexes where each is honored for the gifts they bring. The new age is upon us, it behooves us to not delay.

Wesak Full Moon Offers a Gift for All

Posted on May 21, 2013 by lovelylinda

The sun doing what it does, beaming lovelight to us on the Isle of Skye

This weekend, we are offered an amazing gift by our moon. There is a full moon lunar eclipse, called the Wesak moon as Lord Buddha presides in this month of May. We have not been raised to pay attention to the moon and sun, we simply accept that they are there doing their job, day in and day out. It is time to change this relationship and see it for the wonderous one that it is.

Our sun has been opening us with major solar flares these past few days. Her rays have streamed in as liquid lovelight (yes that is where the image and wording came from) that enters our beings and loosens all that is not love. You may have found yourself irritable, anxious, or panicky. All normal responses to the release of stuck emotions. Please see this as the gift that it is and allow the emotions to flow through you. Do not hold to them or claim them as who you are. Simply enjoy the “love flush” and let all the old fears and sorrows and griefs and grievances to float away. Remember to thank the sun for her gift to you! She likes to be acknowledge just as we all do.

On Saturday, as the beautiful full moon shines down upon us, speak to her and tell her that you release all that no longer serves you. State, “I let it go!” You can let it go with love. Then ask for her gift, the gift of opening you to more of your divinity. She is offering it but as is the case in this life, we must ask for it. Please do, she is so wanting to gift you and me and all of us. Remember to thank her as you bathe in her light.

I do not have a recent photo of the moon but this ceiling made me sing “Glory to God” in gratitude.

All of life conspires to assist us but we must do our part by asking, by showing gratitude and appreciation and by honoring ourselves, one another and all of nature that surrounds us. LIfe is beautiful and the magic is there if you are willing to reach for it. I will be dancing in the moonlight, would love to see you there!

Weaving with the Mountains on the Way to the Isle of Skye

Posted on May 11, 2013 by lovelylinda

On the drive to Skye

The eclipse kept me awake till the wee hours of the morning. I was being picked up a mere three hours later so I did not have a large reserve of energy. My friend had felt a route call out to the isle of Skye that involved some backtracking and circuitous routes. The mountains are either side of us were happy to have my toning, in fact they passed the message along that we were on our way and they stood eager to feel our energies. I felt the chambers underneath open and the sound connected to openings in the mountains of Tibet. Light language flowed out from my voice in new tones. There was an area where the mountains had been disagreeing, holding to separateness, much like parts of humanity. All were asking for love, to remember their truth of oneness. I entered an altered state and toned for what felt like hours as we flowed along, weaving lovelight through the valleys and deep underground. I felt our Galactic family from space, our Agarthan family from the inner earth, the elemental kingdoms flowing with us, all there to bring through the oneness and love.

By the time we arrived at our destination on Skye, I was shattered. I felt a few moments of fear move through me. I so emotional as the energies were so big and my vessel felt so small for the task I felt myself called to. I wondered at finding myself in a new place, with new folks, wanting something familiar that I could hold onto. Nothing came but once the energy released with a few tears, I knew that a night’s sleep would bring me renewal.

The day dawned beautiful and bright. The views from the house are magnificent. I felt called down by the water, to work with the cliffs along the edge. Three of us found ourselves climbing up the cliff. Two of us headed to a door we could see in the rock face. The other went to another spot she felt called. I remembered the song that I sang to open that doorway from another time. The rock radiated heat and a feeling of deep peace. I felt called to lay on the ground in front of it as we were being given codes and our energies were spiraling with those of our brothers and sisters on the other side of the doorway. Joy coursed through my veins as we both felt suspended in a space of no time. We did eventually climb down, an almost vertical drop. We drove on to Kilt rock, a place with a rushing waterfall falling down the cliff. The railing that held you back from the cliff was made of pipes with a tiny hole at the top where the wind rushed through. It sang an incredible song, as teh wind here is a force. They tell me that it often reaches speeds over 100 miles an hour! Not for the faint hearted, this isle. Druid lifetimes came back into view as we recognized one another from another age. I found myself standing with my arms outstretched, the wind pushing against me, threatening to knock me off my feet. I laughed, recalling this vision of myself in Scotland, standing thus, from a month ago when the knowing came that I was to return to this ancient land to enact my ancient role.

Findhorn

Posted on May 7, 2013 by lovelylinda

Feeling the magic of Findhorn

Hello all! I am grateful to all who have continued to check in for posts that have not appeared! This whole trip has been a new experience for me as I seem to be floating in a dreamscape. Ease and grace have been my companions and my heart is so grateful. I have had little access to the internet and have been challenged to use this tiny ipad device. My guidance has been pretty strong about me having little time to post blogs or communicate through the internet. My inner being has been jealously claiming all of my being that it can for the inner work that I am doing n this land. My brain turns to mush after about 10 minutes of answering emails or trying to connect on facebook. So I will write as long as the energies allow this morning.

I am sitting in the Blue Angel cafe in Findhorn, an intentional community on the north coast of Scotland. More and more, I feel the ancient soul of this land and that it holds so much magic and many secrets from our past. My ancient Celtic soul has awakened and she takes me deep into times past as I walk through ruins of cemeteries, chapels and castles……the C’s! There is a poetry present in the landscape that sings in my heart. The earth feels so alive with the energies of fairies and magical beings. The mists and overcast skies seem to be a part of it all as nothing is quite clear, rather appearing in a softened light. My body feels underwater, moving slowly, sleeping deeply and dreaming broadly.

The meditation center

Many faces here appear elf like to me and my face seems familiar to many as I am told over and over that someone knows me from somewhere. Yes, I reply, you do. Our souls know one another from another time. I have been blessed with companionable companions on my journey, weaving our heartlights as one. I read the autobiography of Dorothy MacLean, called Memoirs of an Ordinary Mystic. I was very impressed with the dedication that she and the other two founders of this community, displayed. Dorothy wrote: “I must choose to be in my own wholeness, to be one with God, and from there resonate with the Divine aspect of a plant or any other being I wish to contact. This means going into the deepest love that I know, for it is love that connects us with the rest of life.”

She was able to connect and receive messages from the devic kingdom of the plants and land as well as the individual plants. I am inspired to seek this connection with the land. Dorothy is still a resident of this community, now in her nineties, she is seen taking slow walks about the place. Her work lives on as the community continues to attune to their own inner nature as well as the land about them before they begin any work. There are many who came here as young ones and remain as elders, guiding the community as it evolves with the times.

view from my seat in the cafe

Mary Magadelene is calling me to work with women to open their throats and speak their truth. We have been shy about sharing our gifts as the memories of the persecution and suffering, arises in our cells. It is time to move past those memories, to clear our cells and bodies of the trauma and let our hearts fly free. I open myself, and discover that the divine feminine flows through with ease, to assist the other with relaxing their jaw and allowing the sound of each one’s truth to come forth.

I am feeling my note and sounding it with greater clarity and joy. I am weaving your heartlights with mine as I create a new tapestry of light to overlay that of ancient times. We are such bright ribbons, it is a joy to weave our colors and sounds together. I love each of you as myself.

Isle of Iona

Posted on April 28, 2013 by lovelylinda

I am feeling so frustrated without my computer. Learned my lesson to not attempt something new before a trip. Internet connection is dodgy while traveling so I will do what I can.

My third time in Rosslyn Chapel, I was able to descend into the crypt room and tone. The grief had been released with my tears the previous two times there, now I was free to sing my love and joy into the space. It felt very healing. There was a lovely evening of three poets reading their work along with a string quartet playing Dvorak’s love songs. Candlelight, the music filling the rafters, the voices of the poets with their Scottish brogue and my heart swelling as tears flowed. What a wonderful last evening. Two women came to join our party so there were five of us to form a pentagram of the divine feminine. We sat on a grid we made and Mary Magdalene channeled through with her gratitude for what we were anchoring in our coming together.

As I was preparing to leave the cottage our last night to head off to Edinburgh with my two new friends, I went to say goodbye to the lapis skull that I had formed an affinity with during the week. I felt very emotional saying goodbye, kissed him and cried a bit. As I was walking out the door, the woman who owned the skull, came out and said he said, “You cannot lether leave.” So she determined that the skull must travel with me as that was his desire. She had not been given his name and today he gave it to me, it is Ioum, similar to Iona. He is so glad to be with me, and I him. Lapis is the stone of El Morya, so a further confirmation for me of this path. We did much to anchor the twin energies with Mary Magdalene.

he new grouping of three women

Across the Atlantic and Through the Eclipse

Posted on April 28, 2013 by lovelylinda

the knights standing guard at Edinburgh Castle

Whew, here I am able to write once again. The sun is shining, as it has for a portion of each day that I have been here, thank you elementals! I so need a daily dose. The weather is indeed mecurial, shifting in a moment to rain and mist and the wind is ever present. I have spent this first week in a little farm cottage nestled in a group of cottages called The Steading. We are in Dairy Cottage. It is located next to Rosslyn Chapel, a short walk from the village of Rosslin. The chapel is undergoing renovation so the front half is covered with scaffolding but the buttresses fly free in the back for a lovely view.

I attended Sunday service which highlighted to me how far I have come from the religious doctrine of my youth. I could not recite most of the litany as it no longer rang true for me. I breathed lovelight into the space and saw the old power structures of the earth dissolving. After the service, we toured the inside which is small and lovely. As we descended the stairs to the crypt, the chilly air set my bones rattling. There were a couple of tombs of knights templar that had me sobbing. I have a connection to that time. I have wandered the cemeteries surrounding the chapel, oldest grave I saw was from the late 1700’s.

The Divine Feminine Drops the Robes of Cronehood to Become a Playful Girl

Posted on April 11, 2013 by lovelylinda

The feminine is beginning to stretch into her fullness!

April is proving itself to be action packed, as so many of us, felt it would be. I love when it is better than I imagined! Each day is so full of movement and change that I wake up wondering what magic it will bring.

My elder son and I spent the day together as I had to drop my car at the garage for repairs and he was running me to and fro. While we waited, we went to visit my friend with the crystal skulls. She had a book called, Grail, that she felt I needed to look at before my trip. Indeed there were images in it that spoke to my heart. One in particular of the chalice with a sun rising out of it, felt like part of a coding that I carry. I am going to Scotland to unlock this coding into the earth. The templates of ancient times are to be released through our bodies and anchored on this earth plane once again. So many of us are in movement to be in place to drop these templates at the appointed time. I see so many women, heavy with extra weight (how the coding often stores itself), awaiting the appointed hour. I see the weight melting off as we “hit our marks” on the earth plane and lift our voices in songs of rejoicing. This is a time for women to truly open their mouths! Time to speak truth and bring through the ancient wisdom of the feminine. Always it is the feminine that births and we are about to see an explosion of new birth on this planet.

Ixcel, looks abit scary if you are not used to skulls, but her energy is so compassionate. She is opening me to feel new forms, attending to the energy they emit rather than the form housing them. Our earth will soon house myriad new forms.

I communed with the Mayan skull named Ixcel. She and I have a deep connection that is beyond words. She asked me to place my third eye on the top of her head while she uploaded me with information. It felt like files were being placed in my brain. I had no thought, only could sense the fullness increasing in my head. It expanded me beyond my body and took some time to come back into the room. I understood that the information would be unlocked as I connected to the land in Scotland. I would be called to enact an “ancient ritual and role” once again. The civilizations of Atlantis and Lemuria will arise again as we bring heaven to earth through our body vessels. There is pagentry afoot and it excites my mythic blood that sees life in terms of archetypes and fairy tales come to life. Joseph Campbell was a hero of mine as I felt called to the Hero’s Journey in my life. I always had the sense that I was living a life rich in meaning despite society’s constraints to keep it reined into the realm of the mundane.

It is time to uncross our arms that held our wounds so tightly within.

My elder son was cradling the skull, Marie, in his lap. He was softly toning with her. He then spoke saying, “The feminine has become the crone in our society. She can now become the playful girl as she has a strong and supportive father behind her.” Marie was in an ecstasy of delight to be held by a balanced masculine presence. They had vibrated their energy together and Marie experienced great changes. I began to sob as I felt the power of this move out from Marie and my son into the grids of the earth. Liberation is at hand! I have become the crone, weary and worn from the travails of holding the feminine light aloft in the patriarchal world we were born into. We can shed our robes of cronehood, that have become such a familiar weight upon our shoulders that we forgot that we could move in any other way. The robes had become heavy and stiff with suffering and abuse and the time has come to let it all go. We can let go of our old stories of the pain filled journey and begin to dance once more with our Mother Earth. The aches and pains of our bodies can melt in the sunlight of the Father’s love. Mother Earth is shedding her robes of old and putting on her play clothes. She will no longer accept abuse from her children. She is honoring herself once more and calling the feminine to that honoring.

It is a time of re-birth for the earth and all upon her. This knowing went deep into my bones and brought flashes of images that I have seen of myself in Scotland, light and faery like, dancing across the hills. My heart is full to bursting with this knowing that we can truly become as little children once again. I am reminded of a quote by Jesus: “Truly I say to you, Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”

I believe this is what we are called to as we co-create this new earth. We are given the opportunity to become the open, curious, loving, sovereign beings that is our truth. We invite everyone to play, we honor ourselves and extend that honoring to all sentient beings on this planet. The elements are remembered as a part of us. We dance once more with the wind, allow the fire of passion to flame within, draw nourishment from the earth herself, float in the waters as fluidness becomes our truth. Oh, how we have longed for this reconnection!! Our hearts and bodies have been in lock-down mode for so long. We have become numb and dumb…..moving through the days with a sense of duty, enslaved by a system meant to crush our spirits and keep us plodding like oxen.

Out of the desert of our lives, we are no longer limited to being spiney dull beings. We can unfurl our rose petals in a riot of color and fragrance to uplift the world.

No more! Women, open your mouths! Speak your truth with a roar that kindles fire. Allow the belly laugh that reverberates in tsunamis of delight, stomp your feet in a dance that shakes the earth, flow your love like a flood that washes away the dams created in our hearts. We have this power. We are here to awaken with our mother. There is no more time to lament, no more energy to be wasted on anger at the masculine. Truly it is anger pointed at self for giving away our magical powers so long ago. All was part of the play. All is now finished and it is time for forgiveness. We must forgive ourselves as we forgive all others. The curtain is closing. Do not hesitate to participate in this last ritual of forgiveness. Your being depends upon it, your future unfolds at its feet. Forgive all! Hold to nothing, not stories of suffering nor memories of quiet joy. Let it all go.

We are about to open the curtain on a new play. This is the one that calls upon the skills we garnered from all the other plays we have participated in. This is the role we have waited our entire cycle here on this beautiful earth, to play. It is the role of lifetimes and there is a script with your name on it. To play it, you must drop all the old. You cannot hit the high notes if your your lungs are full of unshed grief. You cannot speak in a voice that carries to the back of the theatre if your throat is still congested with fear. You cannot move about the stage with lightness if you are saddled with heartbreak. Drop all into the fires of rejuvenation. Hold to nothing, clear your fields to let your light shine. This is the performance where you star. This is where you remember that you ARE A STAR! Let your light shine as if your life depended upon it, as in truth it does. We are the light that illumines the pathway to the new earth. Our lights guide others. Please do not leave your part of the path in darkness out of fear or a sense of smallness. We are glorious beings with the capacity to blind with our light revealed. Our hearts temper it, so that it illuminates in the most inviting way as we are mothers, after all. We know the art of gentleness and soft encouragement. We have forgotten this for ourselves as we have shown it to our men and children. Turn your light upon yourself. Embrace your beauty in a pink blanket of the softest wool. Love is who we are. It stands awaiting our embrace.

I choose love this day. I choose to speak my truth in every moment. A quote from a recent article entitled Why You’re Afraid to Claim Your Power, Brenda Hoffman speaks to this:

You no longer have to do what others tell you to do if it does not feel comfortable – that is victim hood. You no longer need to slow your progress to match someone else’s pace – that is care taking. And you no longer need to control anyone – including yourself – that is outer-directed power. So be it. Amen. Copyright © 2009-2013, Brenda Hoffman. All rights reserved. www.LifeTapestryCreations.com.

I loved this fiery flower arrangement in front of the charred wood. This is what we are called to, to be the flames of renewal upon the earth.

My heart is dancing in the fires of renewal. I look about and grasp your hand as we circle the flames in a dance of ecstasy. Our men are behind us (no, do not look!), their support assured as we stand in our knowing that allows them to take their rightful place once more. The babes are coming from heaven, into the waiting arms of the fathers, who beam with pride to offer shelter and protection. On their faces, such joy to see their women dancing free. All is right in the world, as the fire reveals the essence of love in each heart gathered. This is the new earth. This is our truth. This is why we are here. Dance it my friends, dance it.

Being Blown Out of Our Comfort Zones Into the New

Posted on April 8, 2013 by lovelylinda

The wind blowing through the palms.

I awoke to howling winds and sunshine. Palm fronds crashing down, pots overturned and the restless wind, pausing and then surging about me. The new moon occurs in two days time but its energy is already making itself known….,and how! This re-birthing is serious business and none are escaping its effects. The wind is a gift, seeking to take all that we are willing to release. If ever there was a time to let go, it is now. I am so appreciative of the elementals and the way that they work with us, for our highest good. My nervous system does not like the wind but my soul is standing with arms outstretched, saying, “Cleanse me, sweep me clean, take all the dross and hear my gratitude!”

The astrology reports that I read this week pointed to this being at time of getting out of our comfort zones, a grand game of musical chairs about to commence as our chairs are pulled from under us and we must move to find a new seat. Our fears come up and part of us wants to cling to the familiar, believing it offers safety. The only safety is to be found in our hearts, resting with our Creator. All else is an illusion. We are spiritual beings, evolution is our game. We love musical chairs! We desire to move and grow. We might need to remind ourselves of this but when we feel into our hearts, we know it is true.

I sense that we have new orders burning holes in our pockets. We are feeling the tension as the signal for ripping open the envelope is about to be given. We know we will find our directions; where to go, whom to meet, what our new roles will be. I sense a quantum leap for all humanity is close at hand. It makes us restless like the wind outside, moving through the branches in waves that seem almost angry at times. We are ready, we have prepared. We have cleared, let go, faced our demons, studied and grown. Now it comes down to trust. Trusting divine timing, trusting ourselves to act when called, trusting the light to reveal the reality of love about us.

A butterfly that was taking its morning drink as i was cutting a lilac bouquet.

I was shown once again the beautiful weaving that takes place with everything that comes into my world. I stepped out of my comfort zone the other night to watch the Matrix movie with my son and his girlfriend. They had been suggesting it for months and each time I said, “I am not ready.” I am a Pollyanna type gal, and watching violence is not in my comfort zone. The day had arrived when I said yes. I spent about half the movie shielding my eyes under a blanket yet absorbed it. There was one scene I looked up in time to have imprinted within. Neo, the hero is being shot at by dozens of bullets. He holds out his hand and says, “NO, no more.” The bullets stop before they reach him, his command in action. He chose to no longer engage, to neutralize the energy directed at him. He had found his power.

I was on the inner planes, doing some support work for a friend who had called out for help with a negative force she felt was attacking her through one she knew. As I was enfolding her in love, strengthening her communion with that knowing, and doing the same for the one she had been engaged with, I suddenly felt the energy of Neo in that moment from the film. I saw the illusion of anything but love, the separation that it caused. I knew myself as love in every cell of my being. I knew that any force in the universe that stood opposed to this love, would be melted by the flame of love that was flowing through my heart. I knew that all that appeared dark or destructive, was seeking to be enfolded in this love. It was immensely powerful. I grew in stature and breathed flames of love, my red dragon flowing her fiery nature through me. At the same time, my breasts experienced the let down feeling of nursing as the Mother’s milk of love released in me. We are wondrous beings!

I loved this sign at the park exit, the crude graffiti with the beauty of the lupines someone dropped on top. We are being asked to go forward, our tires will be slashed on the grate if we try to back up.

As this energy of expansion flows through, there is the contraction contained within. I am having to calm my body and personality self that have enjoyed the comfort of a home these past six months. They are not thrilled about traveling and figuring where to be and how to get to the next place. It was my life for over three years and my nervous system is saying, “We are a nester! What are you thinking with this moving about again?” I soothe her, say, “There there, little one, it shall be ok.” My soul feels the expansion to come as I am daily undergoing preparations in my heart to be the purest chalice that I can. I am letting go of the Linda Marie that I have come to know and love. Dropping the old robes to don the garments of light that await me. This is true for all of us. We visualize the future based on what we have known yet we are stepping into uncharted territory. We are the wayshowers, we are making this up as we go along. I breathe in and find that courage in my chest and let it roar through me. I AM here. I offer myself to this path. I AM fearless. And most of all, I AM ready. We will meet up after we cross the threshold…..that crossing is done alone, none can do it for us. Once through, the lives of our dreams await our creation.

I see you shining there, tears of joy streaming down our faces as we embrace in our new land. We will know that we have succeeded in bringing heaven to earth. I can hear the trumpets now and feel the crowns being placed on our heads. This is who we are. This is why we came. To open this portal for all to step through. What a privilege. What joy. I love you all. Espavo!

New Sensations

Posted on April 8, 2013 by lovelylinda

I loved how this sculpture glowed from the inside out. Like our light bodies, emitting our heartlight.

Last night I awoke feeling something new. It felt like my solar plexus area was being pulled upwards, spiraling. Something being taken out? At the same time, I felt that I was inside of the sun, that my body was the sun. Then various parts of my body felt this sucking, swirling vibration moving upwards and again, I expanded inside of an energy field which I simulltaneously was. Interesting! My mind wondered if my body was still on the bed as I opened my eyes to check. Yes, she was there.

I had been communing with my beloved before sleep, thinking of him taking form. I was shown that I may decide to exist as a field of energy, rather than a physical form. I felt this was in the 7th dimension that we existed as energy. I felt a great sense of freedom as I could choose to take form if I desired and traverse other dimensions. This view thrilled me! I believe that my love is opening me to an array of possibilities of how we will come together. For now it is me, in physical form, him in Spirit yet residing within my form. Hmmm….,there is so much that I do not know how to conceive of as yet. I feel my understandings are but glimmers of the whole that is to be discovered.

I feel that all of these new happenings in my body and my heart are a part of the ascension process and know it is a process, rather than it being a one moment event. I read something that resonated about ascension being like the change of season. You notice the buds on the tree, the smell of the earth warming up, the first flowers blossoming and the birds gathering twigs for their nests. Next thing you know, you look about you and see it has fully arrived. We are noticing the changes in our sleep patterns, our eating, our physical aches and pains. We are opening to a greater knowing, a stronger connection to the Creator and our own mighty I AM presence. We are feeling one another’s hearts like never before. We are connecting with soul family around the world and feeling our hearts weaving across the miles. We are seeing more acts of kindness as we know one another as ourselves.

Trumpeting daffodils proclaiming: We are love! We are beauty! We are light!

This is part of the new: the flow, the speed, the action taken through the heart without the mind’s analytical input. It seems our minds are finding that they cannot get traction any longer. Things simply do not hold, we can no longer hold to old emotions of regret or anger or guilt. Events slip away and our hearts lead us every onward to the present moment. We are experiencing it this week as our hearts are being squeezed open more fully and we can’t hold to old emotions of pain. I love how our Creator works, gently coaxing us to blossom, taking the coal of pain that we stuffed in our hearts and through this pressure, (and yes it can be very intense!) forming us into the diamonds that we truly are. Diamond hearts, doesn’t that seem magical? Alchemy at work in your heart and mine.

As these new sensations of peace and joy and oneness increase, we open more fully to knowing this as our nature. We truly are gifted at this. We are coded for love! We can share rich experiences with one another through a conversation and it is as if I were there with you. We can entrain one another’s hearts to hold peace. As synchronicities increase and their attendant joy, we create a momentum of joy that takes us all higher. I can feel that spiraling momentum at work, gathering hearts around the world, creating a pathway of light through the darkness for others to follow. I awake each day like a child, ready to discover a new facet of this magical universe. Joy returned! Hallelujah!

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