If I stay here any longer…

I may stay here forever. Until the echos of my heart will fade. There are teachers within us, there are lovers around us, they will be here forever, this I know.

I know your mind, it moves like a wave sometimes. If you can’t rise for us, do it for love.

Stay right here, stay in the love my dear, until the love you crave falls in your arms.

There are hero’s within us, there are wise ones around us. They will be here forever, this I know.

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Dive deeply into the depths of the soul or coast gently upon the ripples and waves you have already sent out. You are doing it my dear, you are riding the waves of frequency. Riding the ever changing waves of love and life. What is it that you’ve learned today? What is it that you would like to share?

How can we assure that what we know on the inside will show and reveal itself on the outside? When our hearts speak so loudly and clearly, how can we release the politics of the mind and drop back into presence? The grounded and neutral state that knows all it is that we may ever need to know.

What is it that I may be missing? What are the final puzzle pieces? How can I assure that when I wake up in the morning I will know and that I will remember?

Why do we hold on so tightly to the unknown?

To the next present moment and the next and the next? What more is it that we are needing? What more may it be that we are running from? What wishes to be felt, experienced and seen? How can we dig the shovels of our selves a bit deeper into life to build stronger and sturdier foundations within the depths of our souls. Unbreakable bonds of trust and intuition. Stability, nurturance and care. The parts of us that know all the answers and sees every side. You needn’t worry, I’ve felt what you now do and I understand. It’s all part of the stew.

Yet why do I resist the desire to fall asleep? For I am unsure of what the subconscious will bring for me. What mystery is yet to unfold. It’s like I keep crafting concoctions and recipes and ideas, maybe this will work, maybe this will work. Maybe this or this or this. Yet what I really know the great cure is within the letting go. The surrender and the rest. The release into the great unknown.

Yes, I do not know what my dreams will bring me. I do not know what my day tomorrow will bring me, but that’s the real joy and wonder of this great experiment, in the surrender and the ability to receive. To open up and to receive and to see what comes through. Trusting in the unknown and our great hearts to guide. We are safe to let go now. There’s no real need to hide.

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The only way is in, I love you my dearest. It’s a great honor and a pleasure to be here with you now.

Use your magic for love, wield it with grace and you will never cease to open up to greater miracles and blessings. The world is just beginning to open up for you in ways you’ve never known before.

Now’s your time to explore, to play, to delight, and to rejoice in all that feels like magic and love to you. It’s how you expand and how you release the chains of the old. It’s how you increase and rise; how you live fully in the essence of who you are. No need to change to fight or to fawn. Simply be, be as you are. I promise you’re here for a reason and that you belong. Maybe the reason is simply to observe, to witness and to experience. To open up and explore what really feels like joy and love to you. Things keep expanding and evolving before your very eyes. No thing to fear, no thing to be ashamed of. Simply be and just be. Open, allow, and recieve. And just be. I love you. Follow what lights you up, and see where it steers you.

What’s meant for you will never pass you by, just release and trust that you can fly.

One foot of the ground, the other in the sky, you call in your heaven on earth and you see it through the true eye, for that is who you are, the witness, the observer and the creator.

You have made it, you are one, no separation. All illusions come undone. They unravel and life and existence itself revealed in full. Past paradigms crash down, receiving guidance from the crown. We are safe, we are warm we are held.

You write your own story, you cast your own spells. Your hands are direct connections to your heart. Trust where they lead you and trust what they create. You haven’t gone too far, and I promise it’s never too late.

Goodnight my dear owls, listen deeply to your dreams. They tell you great stories though you may not know what they mean, listen with intent and openness to learn. You are mighty and powerful with the ability to discern.

Exist in truth above all else, and let go of the rest.

I love you beyond words.

Infinity gratitude and peace,

Annika