The Art of a Love-Making Journey. {Poem}

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When it comes to the blueprint of a woman’s heart, she will openly show you the map to her treasure—her love is on display for anyone to see.

How we perceive the path that leads to her heart has nothing to do with her flawless exhibition of love.

Few will likely follow the pathway here in the physical plane that actually leads us to the entrance way into the caverns of her heart.

Here is where she will ultimately accept or reject your advances—eternally our choice how we display ourselves.

Only if she’s accepted our love from the start, will we truly get to know her.

That honor, living out the embodiment of that experience, that’s what I call true love.

Let Hope Die. {Poem}

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Hope has been the nagging feeling in my gut for far too long.

Hope has been that person I was so close to who moved away and we’ve barely kept in touch since.

Hope held onto the idea that when I moved away finally, everything I left behind would remain intact within me.

I’ve given up on Hope.

Hoping that things would remain the same or that they would change is like holding onto the cliff edge when you know the only way is down.

What lies below doesn’t matter.

It’s a despairing feeling either way—what at first, is unknown to us.

A hopeless feeling.

To hope in something is to lack it.

It would seem that death is near—looming over us.

The weight of our lives pulling us down while we struggle to maintain our grip.

We finally let go.

A calm rushes over us.

There’s only one possibility that we’ll survive the fall.

Hoping that we live will surely kill us.

Knowing we’ll fly will resurrect us from the ashes.

Because we didn’t survive the fall.

It killed us.

It killed Hope.

Let Hope die.

What lies at that cliff-edge is no longer a part of us.

We are no longer that person in that place in time.

We’re no longer who we once were.

We’ve learned to soar because we surrendered ourselves to the fall.

Live, prosperously knowing that faith is your flight path.

Why we should abandon our hopes in elected officials and replace hope with faith in ourselves instead. {Adult}

Part one of two:

Warning: Adult language ahead!

Something that has gnawed away at me for quite some time now is the idea of hope.

I’ve struggled with hope and being hopeful that something I wanted would come to fruition.

Hoping is expecting and many of us realize that expectation ultimately leads to disappointment and suffering.

The notion, “Hope for the best but prepare for the worst.” is also a lukewarm ideal (in my opinion) compared to going all-in when it comes to matters of our welfare.

No risk, no reward as the saying goes.

To me this says, “Stay right in the middle of the crowd where you’ll remain in suspended animation—where you’ll remain safe.”

This is where our voice is the least likely to be heard.

Every election year, I get that feeling dwelling within that tries to prod at my sensibilities and intelligence (intellect, intuition and gut instinct), telling me to cast my vote in hopes that maybe this time this elected official will be in concert to real, beneficial change.

Not so, in a system perpetually designed to divide the masses.

A two party system will always inevitably pit man against man—brother against brother.

White man against black man.

Gender against gender.

Race against race.

Border against border.

Greed against humanity.

Choose the lesser of two evils? – that’s insanity.

I am not a Republican, I am not a Democrat nor am I an Independent or Libertarian.

These are finite terms, attempting to limit my exponential growth.

I am infinite—infinitely growing and expansive; seeking out my own infinite potential through an infinite experience that transcends the human experience.

Let me ask you something:

Are your elected officials determining what to believe for you or are you capable of determining what’s right for yourself?

Marketers utilize this strategy ingeniously well—persuading us what to believe with the power of suggestion (mild hypnosis).

Stop, for once, going along with crowd consensus and please, seek deep within yourself what’s truly resonating and what just might actually be a grandiose racket.

Most of our world’s affairs are a racket by the way…just sayin…we weren’t designed to live this way—monetizing our existence at the peril of this planet’s (or our own) welfare.

Who’s conjuring up these narrowly defined topics of discussion for us to give our perceived opinion on in hopes that our voice on the topic actually matters or will make a significant difference and impact in the long term?

Who here is deciding what we ought to be focused on—us or a monopolized government?

Are we really combating over bathroom stalls and marriage inequality in the 21st century while the fate of this planet hinges on whether we’ll wake up to our plight or succumb to it?

Fucking unreal.

We cannot conform to narrowly defined and superficial topics while opening up a wide discussion of debate on these close-minded matters—everything must be on the table; everything.

I don’t need rules to tell me how to live, I’ll simply break them and shatter the misconception that I can be confined, silenced, condemned or controlled.

Attempt to take away my civil liberties and my freedom to co-create as a sovereign human being—kill me if you must but I’ll return again and will stand in direct opposition to such cowardice.

Singling out one person to represent a melting pot country (only speaking of the U.S.) of immigrants from every corner of the world to dictate how it’s governed is also fundamentally flawed.

Choosing one or two representatives to speak on behalf of the untold numbers of people from each state also seems ludicrous to me.

I am my own voice!

I will speak up on behalf of myself, thank you!

I will act in accordance with what I value, not what one man or woman on center stage dictates for me.

I will rebel until the bitter end, defending my own sovereignty.

I’ve learned to stop fearing death and persecution.

I will stand in my power unwavering, until my heart beats it’s last breath.

I will live and die a free man because I refuse to give my power to another individual or man-made entity.

Nothing can abridge free-will if we’d but own it in it’s entirety and majesty—once we’ve fully realized the illusory nature of a deceitful system.

Our free-will is an inexplicable force of nature that cannot be tampered with, so long as we’re standing in our own highest power.

This is the highest allegiance any one man, woman or child could ever do in service to both themselves and others.

I anticipate that notions like this could be highly controversial and in past decades I would have been accused of being a communist sympathizer (as just one example)—persecuting me for my individual beliefs.

Even today, I may be deemed a threat to the State and incarcerated without due trial (perceived as a terrorist under the guise of the Patriot Act).

What else can we take away from what we’re witnessing right now?

That hatred still exists and ignorance will prevail if we continue playing into their ploys—these are their age-old tactics of social warfare (division), indoctrination and ultimate control over the masses.

We cannot be harnessed—we were meant to grow.

As Shakespeare once said, “All the world’s a stage.”

It’s a stage—an act.

Each of us was meant to stand on center-stage, our own stage.

Those who would seek to control you are manipulating you—us, me included, because we’ve let them tell their lies for so long, these tongue in cheek motives.

Because we’ve been deceived and lied to for ages—to benefit the few at the detriment of the many.

Hitler: “If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.”

This notion stems from the idea that a rational mind is incapable of believing that a grandiose lie is the truth—this has been evidenced throughout time.

It’s a simple choice to choose between representing ourselves or being represented.

I’m sorry, but I do not behold the ability to represent a single human being except for myself.

I’m in absolute control over my actions and states of affairs and that’s it.

Beyond that, cooperation, understanding and tolerance in conjunction with others is the only way we can create a new reality.

I’m no longer hoping for change, I am creating it myself in my own life.

Act two:

Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets once related how children aren’t learning from what we tell them, they’re learning from our behaviors.

How is our individual influence affecting others—how is it affecting our own life?

I think it’s great that Sanders has garnered so much attention—especially from the younger masses whose minds and hearts are still largely malleable.

Something else I need to touch on is that these elected officials are playing on our emotions.

They’re using our inherent empathetic senses against us—to their advantage.

Believe me, I’ve been swept away in it far too many times but, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”

I was in denial until 2014 when one day it dawned on me, that I had been living this way my entire life—a fog was finally lifted.

The first stage of grief and loss is denial—for the record.

We’ve lost something, some time ago….our voices and our inalienable sovereignty—at least that’s the perception—our freedom to exhibit ourselves naturally within our own private space where infinite potential exists.

This particular election has also uncovered voter fraud (again) and the idea that our elections are rigged.

If I recall, Gore won not Bush.

Despite this coup, our apathetic country simply accepted this blatant attack on our liberties, birthing the Patriot Act because of the perception we were under attack by a foreign country.

We were hijacked, yet again from the constructs and perversions of our own system.

I think many of us know by now that corporate interests dominate the lobbying front.

I’m no historian but from what I’ve learned and from what brews deep within my being is that the only real and significant changes are those that have been made by the people themselves—through civil unrest and ultimate uprising.

In 2012, I attended one of Ron Paul’s gatherings and he flat out said that the young people of this country need to lead a revolution.

The writing is on the wall and I refuse to ignore the reality we’re faced with.

We’re tasked with owning ourselves so that we as one race of humans might evolve into the next stage of civilization away from barbarism and into a new age of enlightenment.

We are currently a class zero civilization and have yet to fully harness the ability to behave as a class one civilization—harnessing energy from our neighboring star, the Sun (but we’re getting there, quite archaically and painstakingly slow I might add).

What can I say, people are naturally resistant to change and I’m no exception.

So I’ve stopped hoping (not to be mistaken with being faithful)—I’m incredibly faithful.

I read somewhere a few years ago, something that has remained within me since:

“Own your space.”

As I recall, this was something that Benjamin Franklin stated.

Think about that for a moment—own your space.

What a profound sentiment.

What this implies to me, understanding that I am an energetic body, is that I am the sole proprietor of my individual space and I alone have the ability to stand in my power or choose to give it away.

This is bound to unseat some very unsettling emotions (which is the entire point of digging work) but every time we cast our vote for someone (other than ourselves), we’re placing our power in their hands.

We are indeed amplifying their presence while diminishing our own.

Then when our unrealistic expectations aren’t met, we baulk at why this single, elected official has failed to turn the tides on this country’s trajectory.

A revolutionary act, I decided after voting for the last time in 2008 was to become a non-partisan.

I decided that my energy is best served focusing on building the new rather than fighting (or supporting) the old.

This system (all government) is outdated and I do not have all the answers that many would seek—in deference to what solutions might exist.

There are plenty, I assure you and only one thing stands in the way of a new horizon—a new way of living here (the powers that-be; the ones we’ve given our power to).

I’m just a guide—a reference point on a map, but we are each tasked with navigating that map ourselves.

We are tasked with solving our own riddle.

I’m here to influence change through direct action—starting first with imagining a new way of life, or maybe simply adopting the old ways again and remembering how to live more simply.

There’s a cheesy line, “If you don’t vote, you can’t complain.”

Fuck. That.

The only significant change that has ever come about has been from non-conformity.

I refuse to remain silent, I refuse to “feel the Bern.” even though I honestly believe his heart is in the right place.

I’m here to corrupt a morally corrupt system—to dismantle it and remind others that power is eternally existent within themselves if only they’d choose to embody it.

Today, a revolutionary act is to stand up and voice how I truly feel about something that from my perspective is fundamentally flawed and can never be fixed.

I just read a meme that stated something like, “The same person that broke you cannot be the same one to fix you.”

Albert Einstein said something similar, “We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.”

We cannot continue hoping that this system is worth salvaging and that voting for change will solve this century’s most timely issues.

It needs to be abandoned so we might finally envision a system of checks and balances that preserves the inalienable rights of all life here on this fragile planet.

A revolutionary act is one’s ability to effectively govern themselves absent authoritative measures or intervention—this is after all a free-will Universe.

Without harming others of course.

I’m not interested in a ruling elite deciding how my life ought to be run or how our resources ought best be managed, spent, manipulated or destroyed.

Unfortunately I cannot tell you what we will replace this current system with (anarchy sounds about right) but I’ve learned that steering into the unknown—the looming uncertainty, is the only direction we can head if we are to ever liberate ourselves from this maddening predicament.

One of the highest forms of protest is to grow a garden.

Be the change you believe in, not what someone has attempted to convince you to believe in.

 Question me—question authority.

Question your own motives and whether you’re living in your highest power or if you’ve given it away to someone else.

Maybe Someday. {Poem}

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Maybe someday, falling in love with my words will lead you to falling (or rising) in love with me as well—for I am merely a humble servant and messenger, yet I am in need of that loving embrace too.

For so long, I’ve feared asking for such a thing from someone else—to love all of me, with unwavering tenacity.

Self-love will suffice but genuine companionship is what I desire most—with the one who not only deciphers these words but can decipher my heart as well; not merely sentiments for her to reflect upon, but also as an indication that this is my swan-song to her.

Alone, standing in the middle of the shallow river I stand calling out to her—my shivering love song unique to her ear only.

Her mind will hear my calls first and she will fear what this means to her senses.

She’ll reject it and question my advance—picking away at it, over-analyzing what I’m singing and finally tossing it aside before ultimately succumbing to my ceaseless gestures.

Enamored for a time, she’ll inevitably wake up from the illusion of infatuation and that’s when she’ll decide if her broken heart is open, fully to me—for mine has been open to her all along.

Whoever she is, I’ll await her arrival…blinded by all else that pales in comparison to the experience, the laughter, the sunshine, storms and sweat we were fated to share together.

Let us not miss out on this glorious life, spent alone rather than embracing it in one another’s company and in each other’s arms—a happy interlude to this bittersweet, yet short-lived life—over in the blink of an eye.

I pine over the moment we finally meet—whether it will be in this life or the next…

I love you, whoever you are.

Yours always and forever,

Me.

Living Between Two Worlds—A Modern-day Storyteller’s Journey.

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The realization of my own duality began several years ago, but really began transforming physically over this last year of my life when the choice to remain as I was, became obsolete.

I was faced with turning back—remaining a part of a dying world that no longer serves those of us who are recognizing change as an inherent part of existing here.

It became paramount that change, no matter how painful, would lead to my ultimate acceptance of what and who I truly am—a warrior spirit.

My desire to satiate myself with material possessions or substances began to wane.

My global awareness of our predicament (which is still relatively minimal but nonetheless incredibly impactful) ate at my consciousness and I was tiring from the repetitive motion of a modern day, post-industrialized society and slow, ultimate suicide.

Starving for both physical sustenance and spiritual enlightenment, I was continually bound to a tug-of-war match between remaining a productive member of society and banishing all of my allegiances to it.

On the precipice of personal, inner transformation, I slowly began to recollect what my purpose here, truly is.

Finding myself standing on a knife’s edge, I only knew that it was imperative I take this plunge, despite the looming uncertainty that lay before me.

Those of us who’ve shed the illusory shackles can relate to how this feels—alienated, discarded and discredited for our game-changer notions.

Once I accepted that I am a crazy fool, working toward doing solely what I love, I was able to go about my work more effectively.

As my decisions began to take root, so did the work interests I’d inevitably begin transitioning toward.

Writing has become my primary focus in life since.

Deep down though, I was well aware that I am indeed a consciously evolving human and have slowly embraced both my masculine and feminine aspects—merging my polarities of light and darkness so that I might become wholesome again.

There was no way through, other than to fall flat on my face—to fail and to accept failure as a natural progression toward enlightened states of being.

It doesn’t matter what we want or how bad we want it—if we have unfinished business, we must settle it first.

We must overcome some of our karmic lessons so we might finally behold the key that unlocks the many mysteries for us to solve beyond what’s already been accomplished.

There’s no end to our soul work while we’re here—it’s best to simply accept that and keep forging ahead, because if we don’t, we’ll inevitably stagnate and this will ultimately kill our spirits.

My own soul progression has been enormous over the past few years—many layers of illusion shed from my reality through direct spiritual intervention, like Theta healing and Reiki, in addition to regular self-care (mental, emotional, physical and dietary health).

Whatever plagues the mind or body and is cured as a result, happens ethereally first (energetically).

This was a sign that I had finally succumbed to what no longer served, so that my mission might finally become more and more clear to me, over time.

This inevitably led toward a very sobering existence—not a choice for the faint-of-heart to make.

I’ll assure you, it will get treacherous, but as certain as that is, there will also be periods of calm and solace, love and embrace.

Seek support from those who will encourage your journey into the spiritual plane, while surmounting this lower physical density.

I’ve had many teachers on varying capacities—some long-term and others short-lived, but they’ve all contributed to my overall learning experience, as I’ve delved into my own spiritual awareness.

I’ve literally had to leave and go isolate myself in the mountains at times—fasting for several days while shedding ego attachments, finding forgiveness and ultimately summoning insights that would prove useful to me upon my return to this mad world.

I’ve gone so far as to change locales so I might find greater peace and happiness in my life—away from all that perplexed me in the past.

Life does not necessarily change suddenly, or mysteriously, but it might.

Remember, this is inner transformation work.

Eventually, we’ll look at ourselves in the mirror and notice our own glow and others will surely notice that something has changed about us.

Today I can look at myself and say, “I’m a real person.”

I’m real with myself.

People will naturally gravitate toward us and seek out our advice, sympathies and compassionate heart, to help mend theirs.

I’m constantly facing the duality of what I attract. When I wish to be isolated, I seem to attract more attention but when I’m seeking attention, it seems to wane.

This is all about learning to find forgiveness, to let go and just to be, without imposing harm upon others.

Their actions are their consequence and ours are ours, period.

We are responsible for tending to our own good nature while transmuting the negativity (using this as an all-encompassing term to describe all that ails us or challenges our good nature).

There will not be any long-term vacations from problems or issues that arise in our life.

Daily struggle is still very much a part of this journey and accepting that as part of our entire nature, helps us alchemize the spirit of transcendence.

My life appeared to remain, for the most part, normal on the surface—most of those who know me have no idea what kind of transformation is taking place within those like me, who’ve answered the call to serve a broader, universal hierarchy unless they’re part of the shift as well.

The majority of a spiritual warrior’s work occupies the spiritual plane and is followed up through actions and consequences in the physical.

So much can be done while we’re residing in a restful state—conservation of energy offers us the chance to recuperate, ground and balance ourselves.

Regular introspection, journaling and Reiki (a healing art) allows my higher-self to liberate its expression.

A slow and steady regression into a humble lifestyle of fewer possessions and more space in time to focus on our gifts, is essential to the progression of a waking race.

There are plenty of people on this planet who will create new means of living and for the rest, they will follow—stewardship.

For every storyteller who starts telling their story and for every artist who begins painting their tapestry, the closer we’ll come to fulfilling our mission.

Every musician and performer must be willing to step up onto the stage (your waking life)—this is your cue.

Something I’ve learned, is there’s never a right time, except for now because we’ll never be ready to take that leap—we simply act.

The elaborate facade will shatter—its brittle, temperamental nature, too delicate for the fierce nature of an evolved race of human beings; sentient masters of their own existence and co-creators, acting in accordance with a flourishing Universe.

The only way I’ve been able to overcome great adversity has been initially through resistance, rebellion and finally, uprising.

My soul, written upon a scroll—to you.

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I know we’re just getting to know one another,

But I don’t want to wait 24 hours or three days before I talk to you after you’ve written me.

Yes,

It may sound impulsive, obsessive or maybe too much too fast.

But god damnit,

This life is too short and too expansive for people like me who feel so incredibly much.

I want the energy of the moment transfused in my words.

I want my longing for you between the days and sleepless nights to resound in the words I write to you.

I know you feel it when I’ve written my reply from the heart vs. when I am trying to play it cool.

This behavior has sabotaged me in the past,

Because it’s too much for so many.

So many who don’t understand me.

But,

You do.

So I write the way I feel because you can handle it,

Even if it’s too much for you.

At the end of the day,

You love that about me.

Even though it drives you crazy,

Because that’s just what love will do.

Knowing that’s exactly what I love about you too.

I appreciate that you’re a part of my life,

And am reminded,

Of so many who’ve lost their loved ones.

Even of recent,

Like this morning.

Someone I know whose sister passed just last night.

Why do we wait so long to love,

And to let others know we love them?

Tell them now,

Right here in this moment…

Because you may not get another.

I’m telling myself this,

Because I take it for granted too.

And no one,

Has ever touched my heart,

The way that you do.

I can’t explain it,

This crazy feeling that haunts my thoughts.

That picture of you,

In my mind’s eye…

Vivid,

Refreshing,

Frightening (how much I love you).

Rejuvenating,

Beautiful beyond words.

So amazing.

Your character is flawless,

Despite any insistence it’s not true.

I’ve peered into your soul,

You’ve shown me,

The real version of you.

You’ve etched a symbol of your love,

Onto my heart.

It’s a scar now,

This cave painting,

Representing you.

For millennia,

We’ve danced together.

Not always in unison,

And at times,

We’ve waged wars upon the other.

The other side of me now,

Wishes to retreat in fear,

Like so many times before.

Because loving you so intensely,

Makes me feel weak.

I am not crippled by the way that I feel,

About you.

I’m simply in awe,

Of everything about you (yes your imperfections too).

I know how it feels,

When someone holds on,

Too tightly.

When they expect us to reciprocate,

The same they are for us.

So many times,

My heart’s been broken,

Stabbed,

Maimed…

So i might express,

The way I truly feel.

The scrutiny and judgement,

To bare who I truly am.

Even if it kills me,

Or my chances,

By telling you.

The way it feels for an empath,

To express so greatly,

Profoundly,

All the many ways,

A lonely heart plays.

For now,

I’ll go outside,

And bury these feelings in the Earth.

I shall stand barefoot,

Upon the soil.

So this energy may transmute,

Travel afar,

In hopes that this universal life-force,

Eventually makes it’s way to you.

Between that time,

Before it’s arrival,

I hope that all of the pain and sorrow,

Misinterpretations,

Existent within me,

Has all diminished,

So you might only feel the best parts of me.

I assure you my worst is ever-present too.

But the journey my love will take,

Before getting to you,

Will certainly have cleansed my soul.

The spirit of my pain,

Will have longed for the solace of the Earth and Cosmos,

So by the time it reaches you,

Only the purest parts of me,

Will remain.

I love you.

You are a Spiritual Warrior.

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Stop letting your current circumstances dictate what it is you truly want in your life.

Let your mind guide your practical, day-to-day life and allow your spirit to perform work on your behalf that would otherwise be impossible to achieve physically.

It should scare you—what it is you truly want.

Your heart is beckoning you to answer your calling.

What is defeating you right now is actually making you stronger—shaping your very being into what it is becoming.

The pain is our resistance to the Universe melding our existence between two planes.

This is spiritual growth pains, as our spiritual bodies grow too.

Diversity is your opportunity to change and go with the flow.

Accept hardship, suffering and sacrifice as your shield and armor—journeying across a field of battle, both seen and unseen.

Take ownership over your thoughts. Choose which serve and discard the rest.

Loneliness is your test.

Can you brave the storm alone?

Your worst nightmare is the shadow looming in front of you, around you, at any given time of day.

Your liberation is the realization that this nightmare is the illusory construct of mind and fear—the destructive force of nature that is the polar opposite of light and expansion.

Ignite your flame only once you’ve descended the pitch black caverns of your deepest and darkest experiences dwelling inside your soul.

Engulf your being in fire from within and let yourself die.

From the ashes a new person will emerge.

With memories of what was and scars proving that a battle was truly fought.

Remember how painful your journey within was—how treacherous it was to navigate the confines of your waking (and dormant) reality.

Tell others to brave their fears.

Show them how they too can ascend from the darkness of their soul.

Help them stand in their light and drown out their shadow.

Overcoming our dark nights of the soul helps us accept ourselves wholly.

It’s natural to become who we once were.

That childlike voice remains to this day.

Our intuition is a mirror into our reality—reflecting the path leading us along our highest purpose.

Whatever we observe with our five senses is quite literally it.

There is much more happening beyond this perception.

We are and have been in the midst of a spiritual battle between the light and dark.

If you are resonating with this, you are likely a spiritual warrior, healer, shaman or mystic.

Love is our weapon and it is neither right nor wrong what we’re a part of.

Every moment is a choice between love and fear.

Perpetually waning and waxing.

Any given moment we can be feeding the fear, the darkness—or we can be the light.

The Universe is expansive and contracting at the same time—it’s breathing.

This ebb and flow is natural and completes the decaying process so new life may emerge.

A sacrifice we’ll all make eventually and have for eons.

To grow.

To thrive.

To eventually become fully human and embrace our spiritual nature and totality.

Transcending ego attachment and birthing into a new plane of existence.

Your soul eternally rests within the bosom of the Creator as does every cell of your physical being.

It is a fundamentally simple task—being good to one another.

We must ultimately surrender knowing we’ll eventually perish.

The only way through the darkness is through cooperation and forgiveness.

We must learn to let go of what no longer serves this planet’s health.

Influence or action are necessary to manipulating energy effectively.

We’ve chosen to be here during this period in time—to change our trajectory and shift the tides.

No matter what you choose, choose it with conviction.

Own it with your heart and reflect your highest virtues.

Things are not as they seem, no matter how destructive its nature at the moment.

All things occur ethereally first, only manifesting on the physical plane after.

Sever your karmic ties so you may liberate yourself from the confinement of bondage.

Your spirit is eternally granted free-will.

Despite feeling like you are bound, realize this is part of your learning.

To overcome and remember your inherent power and infinite glory.

We’re here to co-create and blossom—emerge from our cocoon so we may spread our wings and be carried aloft in the current of spirit moving through all things.

Rest now child, for you will be called to act sooner than you may think.

Know that when it’s time to act, we must face our fears directly—head-on.

Stranded in the middle of a stormy sea, we must swim toward the light no matter how long we remain surrounded by darkness.

Others will see you and will follow too.

Some will choose to remain where they are.

Let them.

It’s your destiny to follow your heart and abide by a flourishing nature that was designed by you before arriving here.

We’re remembering…awakening.

Godspeed.