Changes Are Happening

Posted on June 2, 2023 by lovelylinda

Summer has arrived and we are enjoying the lakes.

As we roll on in this ascension journey. I enjoy noticing changes that I am experiencing. There is a loosening of energies around our hearts. I realized that the tightening and uncomfortableness that I had felt around a certain person, had vanished. Instead I found an authentic warmth and caring fill my heart. Wow, I like this! I had been able to see why the person triggered me, I had addressed the issue in my heart, yet the restrain remained. I felt such freedom when it lifted. A small thing perhaps, yet if everyone is experiencing this, we will soon be living in a different world. A kinder, gentler, more compassionate world.

I have long prayed that our hearts would attune to a new frequency. I could visualize and sense how the magnetics of our hearts could shift. That which was held close in the old energies, is loosening and releasing. The pure love that our I AM presence knows and lives in, is now available. We can consciously tune in to this new channel of love. It is available to all. I sense that even if folks desire to hold onto resentments and old grudges, it will no longer be possible. The magnetics have changed and the old will simply melt away. Hallelujah!

We can find the view that we desire and bring it into focus.

More energy feels available which feels good. It flows in like a torrent and then suddenly stops. I am then moved to lie down and allow my system rest. It changes daily so I am getting better at moving with the flow and not fighting it when the flow ceases. It is training us to be more present, to allow the energy to guide us. It will become the new normal as we let go of planning and move out of time constraints more and more. This feels delicious to me. My mind no longer can hold much in the way of plans. I have to set alarms and write notes to myself. I am in a moment and what I intended even five minutes before, can simply disappear. There are some bumps on the road as we navigate this. We have to be kind with ourselves and one another. We are in a new land and the old rules no longer apply. We are discovering how to move, like toddlers finding their ability to walk. We stumble about and may crash into things or people and it feels awkward as well as exciting!

My son helped me set up this new site as my credit card changed which meant the old domain was not automatically renewed. I had to buy a new domain and have him figure it all out for me so that I can write again. I felt a momentary anguish at losing liquidlovelight.com which I had used for more than a decade but it was time for a new frequency. So, here it is. Liquidlovelight.net will now hold my musings. I hope that you will join me on my journey.

A house falling apart, weeds taking over….yet this one brilliant tulip appears!

There was a period of silence, where I was not inspired to write. Now there is a new energy propelling me forward and the writing comes easily. It is time to share and shine our lights for all of those newly awakening. It is a joy to feel so many joining our ranks to turn this world around. I am so grateful for each one of you and all the hearts aflame with love.

The Season of Gratitude

Posted on November 13, 2021 by lovelylinda

The dying milkweed releases its seeds of new life. We are in this same process now.

The chaos swirls around us and can sweep us up into its eye. There are times that I feel like an old sock, wrung out and limp. There are times that I feel like a balloon, blown up so that my belly is a drum that calls for my loosest pants. There are times where I lie upon this almost frozen ground of Northern Vermont, my face turned to the sun, my bare feet on the ground and I feel that I am plugged into a battery that recharges my system. There are times that I cannot venture outside despite the sun beckoning. There are times that lying on the couch, snacking and watching videos consumes hours so that my body rests. There are times where there is no sleep as my heart is on fire with pain or my body tired but wired with energy flowing. There are times when sharp pains come and go, times where the pain lingers and keeps me close to my nest.

Thank goodness my heart has a flame of faith that burns bright. It holds an image of the new world that I desire for myself, my children, my grandbabies, and theirs, to live in. My heart sings the notes of harmony, of peace and bliss. I know that I am in place for this transition. I am grateful for all the softness that I arranged and granted myself in this lifetime. Dear friends, who uplift me and carry my heart when it is heavy with pain. I have not found friends here since our move a year and a half ago, except for a couple of dear hearts. Yet the ones I call and communicate with, but can no longer physically be with, are my anchors in this new world. How grateful I am for each one. My three adult children are lights that hold me in their embrace and nourish me with hugs and love. My former hubby, my daughter-in-love add to the strength of my days here. My two grandchildren are pure flames of love that enrich each of my days. Their eyes are jewels, sparkling so, that at times, I almost reel from the power of their lovelight.

Gratitude flows easily, even when I am feeling the extremity of some new horror appearing on the world’s screen. The children are my hearts, the new experimental drug that is being offered to them, took me through nights of despair as I felt every intent behind this injection. I had to feel it all the way through, processing it through my body, so as to know deeply every nuance of its frequency. After wrestling with this for three days and nights, I came out on the other side knowing that my job now is to hold the children in love and ask for the highest possible outcome. I trust the greater plan to awaken more people to what is taking place in this matrix world, though it hurts my heart that children are being used in this way . As a grandmother, I stand with the other wise women in this world, to harmonize and bring all to the lovelight. May parents wake up and stand guard before their children and protect the light that they are.

The last of flowering bushes, each bud in the shape of a heart!

My days give ample opportunities for gratitude. A ten minute walk takes me to the organic farm where I pick up my fresh veggie allotment for the week. All winter long, their greenhouses produce fresh sprouts and greens, vibrant and alive. They provide recipes that help me know what to do with some veggies that I am not familiar with. Closer still is the organic meat stand where I can buy meat that has been raised here, by loving owners who care for their animals in the best ways. There is a general store that sells organic supplies, a village store that sells whatever else is needed. Our friends who keep a few cows, provide us with organic raw milk that is topped with so much cream, I find myself patting and thanking the cows when I am out at the farm. A post office with friendly workers and trails that weave in and out of the village for snowmobiles and skiers. I will be a snowshoer, free to use the paths also. It is wonderful that landowners around here, rearrange their fences in the winter in order to allow the hundred miles of trails that the local outdoor center, keeps groomed. We have yet to have snow though it is in the forecast.

The last of the color of autumn.

The best is my nine month old granddaughter who has learned to crawl to and knock on the connecting door between the downstairs and my upstairs apartment. She lets me know that she wants to come up for a visit. I am blessed that my son and daughter-in-love, have turned the upstairs of their farmhouse, into this space. My former hubby, both sons and I, worked to create a kitchen and living room from two of the three bedrooms. There remains one large bedroom with space for the six year old’s more physical imaginary play…jump off the bed, tumble on the floor, run around. I homeschool him a couple of mornings a week, while my daughter works. It is such a joy to see him reading! It is one thing that I have always loved to teach and that I promised all my kids I would do for their children, as I did for them. I am grateful to be here to fulfill this desire.

Thanksgiving approaches in less than two weeks time and its energy is flowing strongly through me. I feel the richness and depth of joy that is possible with connection and love. I breathe this out to all of humanity, that all be cherished, that all know love and that they are love. That everyone has a place where they are needed, where they are honored for who they are. May we hold steady as the old falls around us. May we not be swept into the whirlwind of collapse, but hold the center of peace. This is who we are, this is what we do. God bless us all.

Surrendering to Pain and its Lessons

Posted on July 8, 2021 by lovelylinda

The windmill atop the hill behind the house.

It has been about ten days or so of pain and discomfort in my back. I have had back issues on and off for years yet none have taken so long to resolve. My body is strong in its willingness to do as I ask of it, when I ask. Now, it asks me to move in a new way, a new energy. My old way held a gritting my teeth energy. I had thought that long behind me since I stepped onto this path of beingness over a decade ago. Yet, the recent move of our family brought out my old “can do” energy despite my knowing that I was to walk it differently.

Homemade naan bread and fresh delights by my daughter-in-love.

This has been a deep surrender on much more than only the physical level. I have had to have help which my family has graciously given. They have taken it in turns, to make sure that I have had food and assistance as well as company and a showering of love. One morning, my former hubby came to check in and make me breakfast. I was not feeling hungry and started to say so when I heard, “The food is the vehicle for the love. Accept the love and allow it to nourish you.” Yes, I allowed and ate the love that created it. I had thought myself balanced on the receiving end after a half century of the giving side. I was raised to believe that love came through service, and I emptied my well of self over and over in pursuit of that love. These days have shown where I still held remnants of that belief that I had to be giving in order to be loved. I have sunk into the love given with a deep sigh of gratitude and appreciation.

I have been moved to stillness, to a time of drifting. I have turned to my old coping mechanisms; books, movies, sweets. All having their place yet not touching what needed touching within. I have felt the loosening of bonds. I have watched myself react in old ways, the attempting to control, fix or change people or circumstances. Of wanting all to feel comfort and softness. There is a falling away as the energy does not hold….it dissipates as I form it. I am now sensing the old reaction form and knowing that I can watch it and allow it to recede without moving to form. I can bear witness to all these aspects of self and feel compassion and love for myself and all of us. We are such tender beings. Oh, how we strive and work to be more. Our own beauty and mastery eclipsed by the story of not being enough.

Vibrant poppies outside my door.

Each day, more falls away. The pain has moved to discomfort, my body keeping me in check if my mind harbors an idea of what I will do. Slowly, slowing down to its pace. Movements careful and full of presence or the spasms take over. Grateful for the easing that is happening, the greater connection to this beautiful body that has held up through so much heaviness with few complaints. Letting go of any idea of how each day, each hour will be. Allowing myself this drifting, the ability to rise without using a prop and then needing the prop once again. Back and forth, surrendering to what presents, to what I am called to.

The new comes closer, on the edge of my awareness, a dream like quality of joy. If I turn and feel for it directly, it moves away. The stillness invites it in. I lie here dreamweaving the future I choose to live in. The future where we are free to love everything and everyone. The future that my grandchildren embody, their eyes ablaze with starlight beams from home. My sweet five month old granddaughter takes me breath away each time I see her, whether it has been an hour or a day. She is so bright! Fortunately, I live above her in a beautiful space that allows me freedom to dream as well as easy access to the love of my son’s family below me. Sweetness.

I know the privilege of space and time that I have. As I sink deeper into the dream and weave the lovelight that I am, I feel all hearts’ desiring for this new world. May we all dream it together and relish all the moments along the way. We are awesome creators. We are beautiful. May we all come to know our own beauty.

The Love Pod Gathers

Posted on September 5, 2020 by lovelylinda

A round table set in the woods by some kindred soul. Such is the magic to be discovered here.

Holding space as the caravan of vehicles and moving truck flows across the country. My elder son and his partner flew back to California to assist with the final packing. He was the last to go through his boxes of memories and to say his goodbyes. He is my sentimental child so it was bittersweet though he said more sweet than bitter on the closing out of the family home. Fortunately, we are always going to more, as my higher self frequently reminds me when I am called to let go. My son holds the vision of the new firmly in his heart and it is this shared family vision that has allowed all of us to let go of the old and take the leap into the new.

My grandson pushed a spot on this tree to “turn on” this fairy light for the fairies to dance under in the night.

My heart is flowing across the country with them while my body is busy clearing space to receive them here in Vermont. I feel as if I will then breathe a deep sigh of relief that all has come to pass, aligning with the vision I have carried in my heart. We are in a time of witnessing our deepest dreams coming true. After so many lifetimes, full of pain and sorrow, it takes a conscious awareness to shake off the old and allow oneself to embrace the path of joy and lightness that is finally available. This involves a clearing out of the old patterns of protection and all the judgments that we held deep in order to feel safe. Our fears, anxieties and habits, formed in response to a hostile environment, come to the fore to be released. All is up for change. We are gifted the opportunity to empty ourselves in order to be filled with this new lovelight that is streaming in. Oh my! We can live as sovereign beings, free to express the love that we are.

The tears flow freely as I marvel that I am still in a body, still here to dance this truth of love with the earth. I am so grateful to be in a place of such raw beauty. Yesterday as we went to a local pond to swim, we encountered a family of loons calling their wild notes across the water. Something alerted one and set up a cacophony of sound and whirling wings as they seemed to dance in all directions. My grandson laughed and said it looked as though they had motors under them as they created wakes on the water.

Walking and getting momentarily lost in the woods with my grandson, we came upon these crab apples shining their red glow. They seemed to light a path for us as we forged a new trail out of the woods. Every day, there is newness. My daughter came in from her morning run to announce that the small plum tree in the side yard, held one perfect plum. A promise of bounty to come in future summers. There are maple trees with a branch or two that are beginning the change into their autumn colors. The nights are cooler and as we walk barefoot on the earth, you feel the changing season underway. It will be an autumn of beauty and splendor to savor. We are harvesting the summer bounty from all of our gardens, tomatoes are roasting in the oven as well as bubbling on the stove. Herbs are hanging from the rafters to dry and zucchinis have grown so big that they are now food for the neighbors’ pigs. We cannot keep up with their production! Pumpkins are turning orange and growing in size. We will have plenty for jack o lanterns next month.

Rushing waterfall at our favorite swimming hole that we love to sit under.

A time of harvest is at hand. We are all offered choices as to whether we accept the gifts on offer. Do we open our arms or hug them close to our chest? It is time to be brave and fling our arms wide and trust with all of our heart, that dreams do come true. I am living the truth of it in this now. My heart bursts with a song that the birds and trees carry aloft. We are co creating that harmonious note that lifts us all, along with this beautiful planet into our rightful place in the universe. We are home.

The Lion’s Gate Portal and Pain

Posted on August 8, 2019 by lovelylinda

Latest swimming spot

My world of late reflects these intense times. My back aches and makes sleep elusive. Time sitting, especially in cars is no longer easy. Camping trips have been cancelled and my hermit/nun existence moves further inward. I do my back exercises, get acupuncture treatments, walk by the river and play in the pool with my grandson. An unexpected delight of the summer has been swimming in the nearby river. The current is swift but there are places where lovely stretches off the main river can be found. I enjoy the feeling of swimming almost in place as my legs and arms strive for forward movement. It makes me laugh! There follows the reward of a gentle float back downstream, lying on my back, watching the bank flow by. Then the quick movement to eject myself from the river’s slipstream to reach the bank.

I pick blackberries warmed by the sun on my walk there and back. The wildness of the river and the berries resonate on a cellular level with a wildness in my soul and body that seeks greater expression. I can feel the enlivening and it brings me joy. I sense that all of nature is coming alive in a new way and it is transmitted to me in these connections. I need to feel these glimmers of a greater aliveness that herald the new that is to come for us all.

Then there are days where it feels as if a plug has been pulled and every drop of energy has drained from my form. I can hardly animate it. I lie exhausted on my bed or couch, a book at hand if there is a modicum of energy or mindless netflix shows if there are mere drops. If none, I watch the movement of the leaves on the trees outside the windows. If I do not have food in the refrigerator, I am glad of buttered toast from the loaf stashed in the freezer. Amazing how long I can put off going to the grocery store or any other errands. I feel all those who suffer chronic pain, the limitations, the drawing in. What courage it takes to keep joy alive.

I spend much of my time with my daughter and grandson. I sleep over at the family house on weekends and when the three year old requests my presence. He is just back from a two week trip to see his father in Montreal (Yes, crazy that a three year old has to be so long from his mother. California courts and a father who is not able to honor his child’s needs above his own) so he wants the reassurance of his grandpa and me close at hand. This morning I awoke and went to the bathroom, to find the big blue exercise ball by the toilet. I called out to the scamp who must have rolled it in. He laughed and said, “Nana, that means this is a cracker day!” What is that?, I ask. He just made it up and finds it hilarious and so the day began with laughter and silliness. What kind of animal was I this morning? Could I guess what kind he was? Ok, I am a kodiak bear and he is a chinook salmon and we will see how that turns out!

A recent trip to San Francisco to pick up my grandson from his trip, the fog was shrouding the Golden Gate bridge just as this anger shrouded my heart.

Earlier this week, I had three days of intense anger flow through me at the patriarchy and its power over others. I observe how we bring issues in on a personal level to connect us to the global level. It came into my world with a court date where my daughter’s child support was reduced as her soon to be former husband wielded his financial savvy and control. I felt the struggle of single mothers to support and nurture their children while our society turns a blind eye. I felt all the abuse from the Catholic church of my youth, the power men have held over women. I felt the horrors of human trafficking and pediphilia. The anger was like a fire in my veins and I felt that I could smote all who used this power to harm. Moments of unconsciousness appeared in males around me and my level of fatigue with it brought me to my knees. I have no patience for it. I want to shake them and say, “Wake up!” It is time for the masculine to wake up. I have held space for this for so long and have so much compassion for the masculine as it moves from its aggressive warrior stance to becoming warriors of the heart, protectors of women and children, of innocence and truth.

This young man was waiting for the arrival of his wife who had been gone for two weeks. He said it felt like a year. I loved his open proclamation of his love.

This young man was waiting for the arrival of his wife who had been gone for two weeks. He said it felt like a year. I loved his open proclamation of love.

It has not been an easy road for them, I know this. I do see signs of this happening, there are beautifully conscious males, especially in my sons’ generation and even more so, in my grandson’s as these souls come in balanced in their masculine and feminine aspects. Thankfully, each generation freer from the old programming.

Grief and sadness followed in the wake of anger’s fire. It held me in its grip for days until it suddenly released. These are the times we are in. Duality presents in heightened tones asking to be brought into harmony. My body is a cauldron where an alchemy takes place, turning the unspeakable into the liquid gold lovelight. It takes all that I Am.

I feel as worn as the wedding band of my former twenty-five year marriage. Thin to begin with, it lost its edges, softening with the daily wear and tear of old patterns of partnership and union.

The Lion’s Gate portal has opened as this night moves towards day. I have felt Mother Sekmet’s fire flowing this week and her sword swinging amongst the distortions of power and love. Tonight, the white lions come in, lying beside me as I type. They lick my heart and offer solace. I feel all the pain falling away. I sense the lovelight flowing as I move through this gate. We are being gifted with so much more of our essence. I see sovereignty entering in as our young men and women claim their power in authentic ways and wield it for the greater good.

I was delighted that this heart rock wanted to be balanced to shine its love to all by the river!

Bliss and despair, hope and hallowed, beauty and fear. All to be held in our hearts, to be allowed, to be accepted and loved. What a glorious thing we are doing here on this earth. What a privilege to play a part in it. God bless us all in our tenderness and dearness.

All Warriors of the Heart Called Up

Posted on January 14, 2019 by lovelylinda

Some animal scat formed into a heart…Illustrating that everything can be returned to love!

Wow, here we are in 2019! This year has opened with a fatigue that flattened me. The energies streaming in have shut down my mind in a new way. We are being recalibrated, upgraded, rejuvenated. I know….it feels like anything but that. Yet my heart holds the knowing in a flame of trust that burns ever bright.

My mind will not process much beyond this moment. If two things, or more, present themselves, my mind turns into a fuzzy screen, like a tv not yet tuned into a channel. All I can do then, is breathe and stay present where I am. Those around me, have to adjust to the fact that I cannot even reach from morning to afternoon, no less plans for the next day! I trust my higher self to register all and alert me when needed. I have done this for years now and it has worked well for me. She keeps dates and notices for me and pings me with an alert at the right time. Thank goodness!

The other thing that is so prevalent during these end times, is the feeling of being beyond tired of the antics playing out around us. A desire to smote individuals, organizations, governments, structures rises up with a fierceness. I allow that energy to burn through me with its wild destructiveness, and then turn to another flame. The knowingness is there that recognizes this is the old way of the warriors we have been for eons of time. We have played this out, over and over on this earth. Fighting fire with fire only ends up with everything burnt to the ground.

Seeing the beauty beyond the shadows.

It is now, the time of the warrior of the heart. This requires that breath, dropping deep in my heart’s core. This is where love resides and burns so bright. This is the flame that we reach for in these now times. The flame of love that quenches all in its path. I drink of it and know that I am a pillar of love on this planet. This is the time that I came for. We are here to hold the torch of lovelight so bright that all comes into the harmony and union which is truth.

A friend had a wonderful example of this play out. She was sitting in a healing circle, receiving energy from another. She saw a dark hooded being standing in the center of the circle. She did not feel fear, instead, she tipped her hands up and allowed the healing lovelight to flow to this being. She saw the dark cape crumble from the figure. He stood there in a gown of light. He then turned from her and stepped back until he was sitting on her lap. She allowed this. He then merged with her and shot out through her crown in a blaze of light. She knew that he represented an aspect of herself, coming home into the truth of love. We have all played the dark roles, worn the black hooded cape of separation. It is time to bring it all home.

This is playing out on a global scale. Our energies are working overtime to flow the lovelight to all of humanity and the earth, herself. We are charged with remembering that this is who we are and why we came. We are the warriors of the heart. We have all the tools that we need, in that inner flame. Our humanness may instinctively respond with the raised sword and desire to smote all opposing energies yet our true I AM presence, knows that that time has passed. We are in anchoring in a new age, the Golden Age of Peace, long prophesied. We know the truth of Oneness and walk it, with all that we are.

We come in all guises. Some little beings my grandson and I created.

It takes huge amounts of energy. I see myself like a battery, filled with lovelight that can suddenly be drained when the need arises for an infusion in the field. I honor my body, who so graciously accommodates these surges and gives her all. I support myself with time alone, time resting and drifting as the battery recharges. Nature helps, my three year old grandson’s playfulness helps, connecting to other lovelight pillars helps. It is time to stand fully in our hearts and allow all to return to the truth of love. I love and honor each of you so.

Embodying More of Ourselves

Posted on August 9, 2018 by lovelylinda

What a summer this has been. One more eclipse to go for our triple adventure to complete. Three has always been my number and I have been working with two other friends in a trinity formation to bring through and anchor the energies of the eclipses and yesterday’s Lion Gate.

The Lion’s Gate portal opened for us at the last eclipse as we sat in meditation. Two male lions presented themselves, one on either side of the gateway. One was the lion of the past, one of the future. We had to look both in the eyes. To pass through the past, we had to be free of all anger, resentments, non-forgiveness and attachment. Once allowed passage by him, I stood in front of the one holding the future and allowed my being to show its fearlessness about the future, knowing that I could create anything that I needed from here on out. A deep voice boomed out, ” She has gone through.” I heard it repeated three times as each of us walked through the gateway.

As we gathered for the actual 8-8 date, we set up altars, two of the three having been set up days before to hold the energies streaming in. We had seven crystal singing bowls, all different materials, platinum/charcoal, smoky quartz, moldavite, amethyst, apophyllite, topaz and aqua gold. We played the bowls, sat in a triangle formation and then dropped into meditation. We each had a vision come.

I saw the two male lions in front of me. They each roared and I felt its intensity flow through me. I laughed at this tactic and that laughter released them to come to me. They nuzzled me and I petted and played with them. I looked up to see a female lioness above me, lying across the top of the gateway. I had the fleeting thought, why are there not two, one for each male? She sent me the message, “I AM.” Her look penetrated my being in a way that made me feel that I was about to disintegrate. I was being called to embody all of me. I took some deep breaths, calling in more of myself with each one. I strived to stand in the force of her gaze. She then morphed into Mother Sekmet, the lion headed being of Egyptian times. She and I had worked together years ago when she called me to hold a more universal love. She had taught me the fierceness of the mother’s love that held truth above all. I was allowed to walk through the gateway and it later became clear that I was that feminine lion, her energy was my own.

I felt a circle of joy as so many beings joined hands as we danced freedom and love around the planet. There was a deep peace permeating our circles as the love flowed freely. It felt like the beginning of a new epoch for the earth and all upon her.

One of my friend’s vision was of our trinity which was overlayed with another set of three friends holding their trinity formation to create a six pointed star that spun. Another friend held the energy above the spinning star as a beam of light shot through the middle from the center of the cosmos deep into the earth and all of her beings. She also saw a male beloved sitting next to me, made up of starry substance. On my other side, sat his twin, only he was more etheric in form.

The amazing thing was that our visions were affirmations of our true nature. One saw me as a dandelion form, exploding stars like a dandelion releases its seeds. She saw the chemical formulas for salt and carbohydrates around me as building blocks I took in to create the starry substance. This confirmed a vision of years ago when I was told that I was a Johnny Appleseed character, seeding light on the planet and beyond. Also my recent diet of salt and sweet, chips and ice cream made more sense.

I saw one of the women as the heartbeat in the blackness of the cosmos. She shared that she was given the same image in 2012 and had hidden it in her heart all these years. Now it is time to live the knowing, to walk as that heartbeat in the world.

Another was shown a vision with her husband. He is going through a very dark time as he faces changes which have unraveled who he thought he was. In the vision, he wanted to quit, and she told him of her promise to lead him through this part of the journey. She was holding a flame aloft in a narrow and dark cave, as she led him out to an opening. Their paths then diverged, his was a clear path up a mountainside. There were beings on both sides of the path, waiting to embrace and support him on his journey. She was led to a lake where she dove in and became the African water goddess, Yemaya. She swam in the waters of the world, ending in Hawaii swimming with the dolphins. This is in fact something she does each year and loves. The vision gave her courage for the opening to more of herself that had been presenting to her. Knowing she was to support her husband in this now time yet that she was also being called to embody more. It helped her open to non- attachment as to what that means for their relationship, trusting and honoring each of their paths.

My prince awaiting form.

A large crystal had been placed in a chair. As I past by the chair throughout the afternoon, I kept having this feeling of wanting to put my arms around a being that I felt there. When we were dismantling some of the altars and wrapping up the crystals, I voiced my feelings about this being. One saw him as a huge being, beyond the masters we were familiar with. When the chair was empty, I was encouraged to sit in it. I dissolved into sobs that went on and on. This being was a dear brother from my home universe. Years ago, I had been told that I was the sole representative sent from my universe to the earth. At a particularly difficult time on my path, I was gifted a journey home to see my beloved family and be renewed by their support. The fact that the frequencies are such that this beautiful being could come through to support me, was an astounding gift. The love is of a frequency that I had never experienced on this earth. I melted in his embrace. He told me that he would be with me from now on, whenever I felt the need. He was preparing me to meet my beloved. I have known that I am to be in union with a man, felt he would come from the stars when the timing was right. Over the years, there have been preparations for this sacred marriage. It is now coming closer and this dear brother being and my beloved lapis skull, Leopold 111, are assisting me to be able to embody this love. I know that I am to form a union that will be a chalice of lovelight from which future creations will arise. A pillar of divine love, along with many more sacred unions that are about to come into fruition in order to assist the transition we are all in.

Who knew the work and effort it would take to hold more lovelight in our cells. I have dedicated myself to this path for years upon years. Now it is almost upon me. I feel strong, ready, enlivened. My body has spasms of anxiety as the light stretches her. After my friends left yesterday, I was pulled into sleep. Awakening, I felt the energies. I returned to the chair where my brother was sitting. I went and got myself a bowl of ice cream and a novel and told him, I now need some “normal time” in order to exist and allow the integration. It is difficult to hold the frequency for long periods as my body is still adjusting to the massive influx of light.

I sense that this summer eclipse season and Lion’s Gate hold so much new for each of us. I saw codes showering down upon us all, each one activating the matching codes that we came imprinted with. Such a shower of lovelight, sparkling joy! Magic blooms upon the earth once again as we step into our truth more fully. I am so grateful to my body for all that she has done to hold and process the energies all of these years. It has taken a toll. I am weary. Yet the renewal and rejuvenation is at hand. Hang on….it is about to become a more joy filled ride on this earth. Sending each one the blessings of this time, knowing this is why we came, to return all to love.

Solitude and Community

Posted on November 28, 2017 by lovelylinda

I am sitting with a warm drink, looking out at the snow covered hill behind this condo. I feel so grateful for my solitude which has a new flavor these days. Are you sensing the greater connection that is happening? It is the knowing that those whom I love, are residing within the same field of lovelight as I am. There is no separation. I can savor being in my own energy field here and at the same time, feel the heart connection streaming and weaving between and amongst my dear ones. These threads of liquidlovelight are growing in their capacity to weave tapestries of immense beauty and form. Our imaginings are about to become physical as we bring heaven to earth.

Moss wreath from my daughter-in-love’s hands.

We are preparing to live in the love pods as we each step into our sovereignty. This will allow us to live in community in a way that nourishes and expands our lovelight. I sense that December is the deep cleaning phase of our emotional bodies as we release all that has been a part of our journey to this now moment. It is time to let go of sadness, of the traumas, of the pain, of any feelings of being unloved or rejected. Now we step into our mastery, knowing how loved and cherished we truly are. All is sourced from the One Source, within our hearts. We no longer need to look to another to validate or direct us. We open to our own internal GPS system and allow it to move us. We surrender in deep relief to the knowing that our higher self, our I AM presence has it all in hand. Everything that enters our world is there for our own growth and enhancement. Yes, even the parts that do not feel good in the moment. If we allow and trust it all, the gift will show itself.

Winterberries collected from their swampy homes in Vermont by my daughter-in-love. Now gracing my windowsill with their cheery red.

Yesterday afternoon, I lie in bed as a pool of sunshine drew me in. I had opened the window to feel the cool breeze flow down the snowy hillside from the forest of trees above. I snuggled deep in the duvet, as the sylphs flowing in that air, sent a wild stirring to my blood. Something huge is about to burst forth. December is the time of the waning light as we move to the Solstice. Candles and starlight feed us as we go deep within to find the flame of our own heart light. Many are feeling this drawing in, this time of reflection. We are gazing in the pool of our own being and choosing who we desire to be in this new landscape. We can drop the heavy burden of the past and flow freely into the present. What a gift! We can let go of the crown of thorns we have worn with such fortitude. It is time to hold our heads high to receive our crown of Christ light. Oh the joy!

Wreath making in
Vermont

This wild stirring of my blood was enhanced on my recent trip to Vermont to see my sons and their loves. I felt the edges of the dream come alive in my being. The beautiful farmhouses and open landscape filled my heart. The gently rolling hills soothed some deep part of me as I met and listened to folks who are dug deep into the rhythms of the earth with its seasons of change. I could feel my love pod shimmering just out of sight. It draws closer as our hearts weave their lovelight. As each one reaches for more joy, more spaciousness, more is created for the All. As we honor our own needs and desires, we honor that in one another. We let go of duty and old programming that insists we adhere to the old ways of relationship. We move where our joy takes us and trust all will find their way. Clearing and walking our path of joy, offers a wider pathway for those following.

May our dreaming see all beings with enough food and shelter and the absolute knowing that they are loved and cherished. May we cherish one another as we warm ourselves at the fire of each one’s heart light.

What Matters

Posted on November 15, 2017 by lovelylinda

The other night I watched a lovely film on Netflix called, ” What We Did On Our Holiday”. I so love when a film is able to reveal a truth. There is a grandad who is able to listen to his troubled, serious-minded granddaughter. At one point, he directs her to steer the truck, which terrifies her as it is so outside of her experience as well as the “rules” for a child. He says:

” You need to live more and think less.”

Great advice to all of us on this journey. Our minds have to take a backseat to our hearts as we allow our heart light to lead us into this new landscape, of which we know so little.

The granddaughter tells her grandad that she is so fed up with her parents, who are in the midst of a separation. She is tired of the lies and so angry with them. Her grandad tells her:

” I used to feel that way with my lot too till I suddenly realized that there was no point in being angry with people that I loved for being what they are….

The truth is every human being on this planet is ridiculous in their own way. So we shouldn’t judge and we shouldn’t fight because in the end…..in the end, none of it matters. None of this stuff. ”

An invitation by the rocks to come deeper into myself.

The grandad spoke so clearly and truthfully and allowed his granddaughter a way out of her mind’s confusion. She could take the road of love rather than trying to make sense of a situation that made no sense in her world. How does it make sense for people who loved one another to no longer feel love? This is changing as we come to know the truth that none of the personality stuff matters, that the essence of who we are is love. That love never dies once experienced. We can allow the old grudges, hurts and pains to fade away. We can rewrite the past in a way that allows our hearts to know the truth of love.

The leaves don’t resent the frost for causing their fall from the branch. They accept it all as part of the cycle of life moving them onward to their next experience. All that comes into our world, is a gift for us. A means to move us towards more growth, more capacity to love.

The leaves letting go of their vibrant colors to become the duff of the forest floor.

At present, the waves of lovelight streaming into our planet are extraordinary. They are forcing all that is not love, all that truly is ridiculous, as the granddad said, to surface to be loved and allowed to move off. One of the characters is caught on video having a violent breakdown in a local shop. Her rage is off the charts as she throws boxes of things at another woman. Once brought to light, she is freed from the stigma of depression and taking medication as her husband and community support her. You sense, that in finally being seen, she will find her world view lightened.

We are called to this now, to take off our masks, to bring all of ourselves to light. To have the courage to allow others to see us and to see all others through the lens of love. As we remove the sting of fear, we bring in the balm of love. This is how we create the new world. Heart by heart, we are singing a new song. Let us all add our note as it takes each one of us, to create the harmony we seek.

Staggering After the Solstice

Posted on June 26, 2014 by lovelylinda

A table I set with flowers for a dear one’s celebration, reminding me that a banquet table is laid for each of us, with the Creator’s love.

The Solstice packed a punch this year, no gathering with others as it felt challenging enough to stand upright alone. A few days have passed, and I am still reeling with bouts of exhaustion that leave me feeling as if I am a boxer, staggering to his corner stool, after a challenging round. I feel pummeled. Interactions take energy I do not have to spare. To eat or not to eat, has become an question as waves of nausea carry me off. Sometimes a piece of toast quiets the torrent, or does the opposite and intensifies it. Extremes appeal; salt, sweet, crunchy, soft. I am getting ready to pack camping gear and the kitchen kit is in question. Will I cook for myself outdoors on this adventure? I keep sensing the last time with some foods therefore, savor it now. Feeling myself drinking water and more water, maybe juices, smoothies. Hearing the sun can sustain these new light bodies. Wondering how soon that will be my reality.

I feel like I am sleepwalking through deep snow, encountering occasional melted patches where the sun has hit. I take advantage of these to complete tasks. Conversations are challenging, requiring too much energy. It feels like white noise in my head, comprehension lacking. Driving has been interesting as cars pull in my lane, as if I were not there. Am I visible? I feel like I am floating down the road, perhaps I really am invisible. What is real? What is imagined? It is all blending in a new soup.

The sky tonight, calling me to open roads and wider vistas.

I express my needs to my I AM presence and trust they will be met. I have to take the car to the garage, get my tooth taken care of, this computer needs attention as it flickers and wavers, trying to decide if it wants to get to work or not. Today the tooth and the car got taken care of in between stretches where I lay anchored to my bed. As soon as a window of energy appears, I move with it, knowing the crash will soon follow. At five p.m., I had to sleep, now at 10 p.m., I am awake. There is no sense in the clock anymore except to attend to errands that are attached to a dissolving reality. Our world is shifting…..my computer screen has been demonstrating it to me. Days of fuzzy, dancing screens, doubled, blurred lines, even a day of no screen at all showing up, and now my computer is operating as pretty as you please. Let this be reflected in my body!

There are days where I can’t seem to see very well, everything is cloudy. I find myself using my reading glasses to cook something or do the laundry as if I were blind. Other days, my vision is as sharp and focused as you please, no reading glasses required for any task. Two days ago, my belly was a bloated tight drum, uncomfortable as if an eight month old baby were tumbling about in it. Today it looks like I gave birth, slack and soft and reduced in bulk.

Illuminated by a shaft of sunlight, this leaf quivers with life. Allowing myself to be washed in the sunlight of love that is pouring in.

I have had moments of anxiety as I prepare for this new/old adventure of driving about with no plan, in my nineteen year old car. 252, 784 miles on her and she still wants to go. I had felt that she and I were to have new forms. Surely we would not be asked to move about in these old body suits? Today as I feel all this internal shifting, I note that there is a shifting. Things have changed but as yet, the outer appearances do not reflect this. Ok, so we go as we are, trusting that all will be well. My departure date has flashed on the screen of my mind. I look about me and wonder how I will meet it in this present comatose state. I have to pack and clear and clean. Will my body hold up? Do I have the stamina for life on the road again? How long will this trip last? Is it a trip? I have no destination, no home to return to……I am moving back into my nomad state after a year of being settled. Why did I sign up for this at this juncture of my life? I am fifty-eight years old, and feeling it tonight. I had let go of most of my worldly possessions years ago, keeping the car and camping gear and am surprised to find myself having to do so once again. In this year of living in my former house, I have enjoyed having familiar treasures about me. The pleasure of using a mixing bowl I love, the joy of my son’s paintings brightening my room, the relief of this small fan blowing on me in bed. My body wonders if it will feel comfort. I keep hearing that I am not moving to less, but more. More on every level…..my heart trusts, my body is not so sure. I am trusting my own manifestation skills to come online. Knowing I do not want to, nor have, the resources to outfit a life in the old way. Curious how this bigger life is to come into being, knowing that it will as I have walked it in my dreamscapes.

My river walk reminds me of the joy of flowing with no fixed point.

Deep breath. Sinking down into my heart, I feel an expansion, a sense of freedom wafting in with the breeze. Oh yes, the sylphs of the air are calling me north. A direction given with some “work” points along the way. This is not a road for the faint hearted. Ascension is real. The shift is here. We are moving. We are becoming aware of our oneness. Love is flowing and weaving across the planet. My liquidlovelight is called for and for now, it requires movement. This I can do. We are each called to our part. Grace is here to lend a hand. I am in need of her hand and take it gladly. Let’s go see what is up ahead.

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