Clear it up

Write it down. Surrender, trust in the crown. The opening of a portal, a leprechaun in sight, we’re here to witness magic, and rejoice in its delight. You know how if you wish to find a four leaf clover, you most certainly will; it will come to you in different ways, like a turn around a corner out into an open field, the most vivid dream it feels so real. You may intend to go one way to find it, to start the search, yet something moves you in another direction, and there it is right below your feet, taller than the others you pick it up so easily. The intent was to search, to find it through the mind, yet the natural flow of movement brought it to you around a different route, and so much faster than a search ever could. The beauty, magic and luck of this four leaf clover is its both green and purple, unlike any you have ever seen before. It’s born of a forest meadow and it’s here to show you that all your dreams are coming true and more, all and more and much faster and more unexpected than you may have ever imagined. It’s wordy, yet the point comes through clear, some words wind us around, like a lovely story book ready to be shared. Ready to be read and experienced. A portal to travel through, by the end, I know we will all feel quite different, follow me along for the journey if you feel so inclined. Gather a cup of tea, sit back in your favorite chair, cover up with a blanket if you have one, and relax, we’re here to go on a journey and an adventure.

One of the most beautiful parts of a journey is we don’t know where it will take us, so why even embark? Asks a small child’s voice. “Why even step out onto the oath and into the unknown if we don’t know where we’re going?”

Out of the safety of our known territory and land. Out of the bushes, and onto the sand. The dunes of the dessert or the softness of the beach, the sand will meet us on all parts of the globe and it will also slip through our fingers like time. Disappearing in an endless stream through parted fingers yearning for human connection. The electricity of touch, the warmth of bonds, a body, a baby, a love to lay besides and wrap up close to. Maybe this is our best bet to hear a story, to hear it through the whispers of the wise ones. The heart connected to the trees and the wind about way of saying that I love you.

“I guess I’ll see you next lifetime” plays on repeat in my mind, “how could I want you for myself when you’re already someone’s girl” Eryka Badu sings. Is it a sin, to write from such a space that I know will be read, consumed and eaten. Forgotten, maybe so, what messages do we want to allow to come through, that’s always the question. To hold back on the water works, the wells of emotions and pain to allow the purity of love to reign through.

Shivers start up, the gold of frozen ice.

“How can I explain myself” she sings sweetly. “No matter how I try to walk away, you turn around and make me stay…. I guess I’ll see you next lifetime”

Why would we wait, why would any of us wait for the love the will lift us up and out if the doldrums of our predicaments, through rocking our false foundations and shattering the illusions that block our truth. Why would we wait until “next lifetime”, why not consume it and live full heartedly now?

I see black filled eyes, those wide ones that glow. They gloss over, kind alien, a baby of love, through the energy they translate, or an uncertainty because there is no whiteness, no individual pupil to watch as they move to and fro.

“I guess I’ll see you next lifetime” there’s a choice point coming up. Why do we wait and wait and wait, why not take the risk now, and risk it for the biscuit.

there’s no use in waiting, the times are ripe and hot with anticipation and excitement and some foundations are necessary to be crumbled when they are built on falsity. We need the roots from the earth up. In order to be in love fully we must trust in our voices and the hands we outstretch. Those who are ready, willing, and able will receive.

I don’t wanna wait until next lifetime to meet you in your fullness. I wanna embrace your totality now. Fully as it is. Take the action, though it feels like some other taste that rises up in the throat. Would that be uncertainty, or being unsure in the outcome? How would we ever really know, unless we try.

We cannot let the opportunities slip us by.

“Can I call you rose, cause your fragrance lights up the room”

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I leaped into the open air of trust, when we make these moves without always checking in, simply following. Will what we experience in the different dimensions translate into the physical one? Is that how we best bridge the gaps between hearts and minds and souls? Through extending out the hands, saying that I love you, and that I am sorry that I did you wrong and please forgive me.

Thank you for honoring and trusting me and following the inner call. If we always hesitate and wait, we may never catch the train, we may never leap into our destiny, we may never see or fully activate and actualize our potential.

And then, then we wait, wait for the vultures to come down and eat apart our lifeless body. How can one aspect be so simply and the other parts feel so complex? If we wish to follow the simply rule book, then life mirror this exchange. We keep tuning in and following what feels like resonance for us.

Bring the energy down from the head, there’s been too many thoughts recently. Too many extensions of the mind trying to problem solve and figure it out, feeling afraid and uncertain in the present moment, uncertain in the actions of the self and others. Can we really trust in? This divine heart of ours?

Do you shiver when you meditate? Or are you just going below the surface. Can we send out our flags, the green ones, the white ones, and surrender it all?

I’m sure I will learn, I always do. The thicket below catches and also so too does the soft waves of a gentle sea. When I go out and look out across the horizon, that’s all that I see. That’s what I feel. That’s why I embody, transform the unease into the peace you have always yearned for. The voices and the questions of others: are these theirs or are these my own? The gripping of anxiety? So many different moving parts. I am sorry to put more on your plate as it’s already overflowing. Either eat some, share some, or discard some, and allow more space to open up. Allow the truth to open up and create a greater distance and openness within the mind. Release; active release.

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There’s positives and negatives to everything. Ions and energy and electrons, there’s many moving parts and I pray that you find simplicity within it all. We are gonna be okay, I know it. And I am sorry that added more to the load, though it is what needed to be said. Am I casting spells or am I simply writing from the hands of a lower god, the back and forth, the ego to the soul. We work in random, tandem, one of the same bike. The intention is what guides. This is what I am shown from you and through you and with you. Where are we going? Random you said, driving in zigzag lines all to arrive at the same destination.

Too many moving parts. Is the devil an aspect of ourselves or someone to blame out there?

Now that we are the writers of our own stories and our own scripts, we can surrender a little bit more of the control and send it all back up to the original source, the divine blueprint that knows our ways above all else. Sometimes we simply go down and deep and under. Touching on the most sensitive areas to bring the most reward and greatest gain, the ability to pull ourselves up up up and out of the deepest pits of consciousness. It builds resiliency. Integration to work with ourselves in these ways, see another and say “all I see in you is me” though I may fucking hate it, I now am learning love, love for all. Love for all parts. The grimy and the clean, the crazy and the mean. I love you and in it and through it I am free.

The way that I went down in order to come back up. Will you shame me for what you see? The gremlins and the ghouls, the beings underneath the sea. Will you judge me, hate me, criticize me? Do you also love all that you see or are you offended? Do you want more money, more resources more love? Do you believe that you have to take from others to achieve?

You see the thing is, we all have views, voices, and opinions on who we are, who others are, who we should be, who they should be, who we can be, who they cannot be, etc etc etc. all these voices in opinions and all this noise that clogs and blocks the truth of the matter. One. We are all one. All is one. No matter if you. Hate it, it’s the truth, and that’s okay. Use the irritation and the fire and the discomfort and channel it. Use the rage as a source of motivation to bring out your greatest creations, use the power of your voice and your body and your soul to birth your new world. Use the power and the strength of these emotions, the intensity of this flame to cut down the old and cross the bridge into the new. Hold it until you are ready to realease and let goddamn loss, control the burn of the underbrush to allow for new vegetation to grow. Allow. Allow, allow your voice to be fucking heard and seen. Shout it from the rooftops at a reasonable hour. Share you love unabashedly and unashamed and be the fullness of you are. The fullness of your might and your strength and of your power; be it and never falter, you magnificent creature of love. It’s your core, so it’s who you truly are.

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All of this combined. Taking and bringing something magical from the goddamn gorgeous soup pot of creation, all the wicked and the wild. The untamed and the untapped. The innocent and the fresh. The clear, the bright, the marvelous. Maybe evil is a force to be reckoned with, not to be feared but to be ridden like a dragon, atop their magnificent backs. Are we tuning out the noise of the unnesssry, or tuning into the noise of the true? Are we using the collective unconscious as the battle grounds and the glorious canvas of our newest creation? The most beautiful work of art. I see you and I feel you near. We walk through levels, though passages and doors. No one more than the other. All equal here, all equal and in love with life, we hold our own hands. We witness the resistance and the struggle and the shame. To fully let go, to feel to strip. Strip off the masks, break down the walls, be fucking naked and be real and realize you’re goddamn magnificent.

There’s nothing left to hide, there’s no need to run. There’s nothing to hate or despise or distaste. You are perfect. So entirely and completely perfect. You are whole and you are complete and you are bloody gorgeous. You who shakes and shivers in your bones at the sight of me, you who worries of the voices and opinions of others, that I may eat you and consume you whole. You who stand there naked and afraid, I love you, I let you come to me, on your own right timing, when in it you seek that we are one, of the same kind, kin. Kindred spirits, a flame separated into two, you are I and I am you.

Speak out your struggles, air out your grievances, allow your voice to be heard to get it out of you. Speak, shout, yell, write, growl, snarl and cry. Laugh it out if your system until your voice is gone and all that remain is the burning fire within your chest. It may have been lit by me, it may have been sparked and ignited by none other than the words and the sounds the move through me, yet know that it is you, it is fully, wholly, and completely you. It is entirely you. In every way shape and form it is you. And it is us, together as one.

Open the heart to the ways of magic. The upper chakras of love and light, the communications with plant spirits and animals, the beings of light from the 5th dimension and beyond. I will guide you through this, hold your hand as a we journey beyond. As we feel, sense, see and experience the all, yet never forget who you also are inside. The depths of the caverns and the seas of creation. We are all one. The snarl and the tears of joy. All are worthy. All are beautiful. As we embrace, some start to simply resonate more. Yet all wish to venture on their own journeys. Some back into the shadows, some up and out into the light, we have akwaned our divine genome, our divine blueprint, the truth of who we truly are, all of it. Fully. Embrace the higher, release the lower, or embrace where you’re at and what resonates and then simply go from there. Some centers simply allow different communications, neither is right or wrong, or better or worse, just different. And in it all the same, all one, the density and the light, the darkest of night and the clearness of day.

Happy dark days, happy bright minds and open hearts. Happy liberation on all aspects. In all parts, in all iterations, happy to be free, and to love well.

I love you.

I pray you love freely.

Annika