Snow on a Saturday

There’s a 55% chance. It’s over the 50% mark, don’t worry, you’re safe. All is unfolding as it needs to. All that was needed was 50% or more of your cells to decide, and they have. The tipping point has reached over and so it is and so it is and so it is. You are bound to be the brightest most beautiful version of yourself you’ve ever known.

Have you had dreams when you were seven? Pits of heaven. Waiting for you. You’re the only one who knows. Lord take me home. Home where we belong. We bring the pits of heaven down into the depths of hell and we ignite. We ignite and we liberate.

If you are heaven then so I am too, what have you been lying to yourself about? That you were always in it alone? You’re not. You’re never truly alone. What is it that you’ve been clinging to? The idea of the proceeds rather than the reward of this moment.

When I achieve, when I get it, then I’ll be free. That’s all an illusion. There’s nothing but right here.

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No need to run for a soft place to fall, it’s all right here right now. Create the soft place in your heart in each instance.

We cannot return to the past. Frankenstein the bits and the pieces all back together. I’m grateful that you read what you needed to hear. I’m grateful that you opened your heart up to receive. I’m grateful that you’ve answered your call.

Your dreams are sacred. They are protected and wrapped up in light. They are bound to find their manifestation in due time.

If I entered into the corporate world of neck ties and sidewalk pavement, if they read these very words, those whose eyes remain stuck upon the screens in which they count numbers instead of blessings, would they understand? Would they know that I am speaking directly to their hearts? Would you feel it? Do you feel it now?

How their lives reflect my own. Different numbers, different cement, different screens, yet a parallel nonetheless. Would I notice all the blessings that I have all around me?

Do you feel it growing underneath your skin? The awakening that’s occurring. What’s being born, born of your vessel, born through your heart, mind, soul, you know there’s more to see, more to uncover.

The rooster in the shutters that shrieks and caws, red, orange, black and gold. From the depths of hell this creature emerges. At once I would run, run run run away from you and this beast of a form. How could I get away? Yet why do I hold on so tight?

The safe place to fall is right beneath my feet. This is the space to rest. Fall asleep beneath the full crashing and destruction of a city block. Wide eye girls trying to get it right. Fall back into place, fall back into place. We are in alignment if we simply decide that we are so, and make the energetic shift. Out of the frontal vision goggles of the edge of the seat chaos and terror and back into place. Into the body, into the heart, into the womb, connected to your truth. It’s not within another, they have special keys and activations for you, yet the real truth is within you, and you simply let them in. I’ll be dreaming of you every night, no one else compares, for I see the most in you. Most of me.

Tender is the night, to heal your part. Remember that you’ve already been healed. Rome is built brick by brick my love. We take what we once had, what felt vile and wild and raw and transform it into beautiful pasta with cheese and red wine and an ocean breeze.

We don’t have to die in order to see the light. It’s all around us, it’s right here right now. If everything is ending, allow it. Encourage those built on falsity to crumble with ease, what are you clinging to? What others think of you? How they will respond to you opening up to the truth. Those closest can have the evilest of words, the sharpest of swords. Yet I too know how to battle and my shield comes from my heart. It neutralizes your attack. No need to send it back yet watch out for porcupine quills, they sometimes extend out of my back. Natural defense as I move along my path of peace. You’re welcome to join yet no hate is allowed in my home here.

I squeeze into a small hole, through the eyes of needles. I cannot fix anything that doesn’t wish to be. Did you know the placenta takes 25% of a pregnant persons blood from them while they’re growing the fetus within their womb? All nutrients go towards the placenta, which is the original grandmother of the fetus, for it is what keeps it safe in the womb while the pregnant persons body tries to kill it off. The placenta becomes a barrier that prevents the pregnant personas body from even knowing the fetus is inside while it’s growing, as it takes all of their nutrients. A war inside the body as fetus and fetus grower compete for the same fuel, for blood, for energy. The placenta becomes the barrier, the protector, the safe guard, the one that keeps the fetus safe to grow into a baby. All while the original body and home tries to kill it off.

The comes the birth, afternwich the placenta follows. 1 pound and the width of a volleyball. Plant her back into Gaia, care for and tend to the land upon which we will always return. This protects the child as they grown into adulthood. It keeps them grounded and connected to the place upon which they have been planted. Reciprocity. Thank you for shielding me, thank you for protecting me, thank you for helping me grow and survive and become the fully formed human that I am today, grandmother placenta.

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Would those around you understand the dreams that your heart calls to? Would you have the courage to tell them? Or would you should first need to uncover them for yourself?

What are all the details? How can new life be formed within a world of darkness? How can we ethically bring new life in this space? When that’s all the heart and mind and body and womb screams for. Hear me! Hear me! Hear me!

And listen,

Listen, listen, listen. This dream is for the people you say, yet why is it dripping in tar and soot and snakes and feathers. The humiliation of the whole town seeing you burned. Seduction and temptress wishing it upon others. Snakes fall from mouths to bite you in the chest. I’m sorry. Is it time to release these memories? Imprinted upon the depths of your soul. When all was stripped and taken from you?

How can I release my sadness, grief, hatred and fear when it hasn’t gotten its proper justice. There’s people that need to pay for what they have done! Yet what if these people were now your closest friends, the ones you see around at parties. The ones who cut your hair and in which you make bird calls with.

How do we really, truly, deeply get justice when we all just keep incarnating in the same soul pods, what I once did to you, you then did back to me. And the cycle continues and continues and continues until it doesn’t.

Forgive.

It’s forgiveness, for self, for other, for all. It’s forgiveness and rising up and out and back into the heart. Neutralize the pain. I promise it wasn’t for nothing, yet it need not be carried around anymore. It’s humiliating and dehumanizing to write it off like this! Screaming up to the one who has raised their feet up and off the ground. I’ll turn you to stone and then surrender back into grace. I put my feet back upon the ground. I hold the love, I hold the love, I hold the love and I know. I understand for I feel it too, I feel it too and in this I know. That’s why I’m here, that’s why I write this. I write this because I see and because I feel and because I have been where you’ve been before. I see you. And I feel you. Right here right now, trust me, I feel, you.

But you cannot eat pain. You cannot eat your grief. You cannot eat hatred. You feel your grief, you feel your pain, you channel your hatred into something and then once it has been properly honored in full, you let it go. Allow that burning in your heart to hold the space for others to find their own initial start, all these lawn mowers revving up their engines, ready for the great lawns cut. Don’t worry, it’ll grown back. Are you adding more fuel, are you the one revving them up or have you already taken off for the trees. Do you want to witness them all crash and collide and run out of steam? Or something else.

I have chosen another way, my oath is by the stream. Cold and cool and grounding. I bathe in her waters. I cleanse you and my new greatest love, just now learning how to crawl. My heart has never felt more in love with life. I have never felt more seen. More grounded, more connected. More in absolute harmony and bliss with each instance of my existence. It’s the most beautiful and powerful experience, to be here and I pray that you are here with me my love. There is no other one, there is no other way. Yet I also know you have your own path and choice and way, yet I feel you with me.

There are hero’s within us, there are lovers around us, they will be here forever, this I know.

One full acre of an organic farm to feed 100 people for a full year. Good thing we’ll have over 40. Maybe 80 or 120. Great tall pines, old growth. They have been here since before the US empire had its start, and in it too they witness its fall. Stable, they hold the earth together as hearts and minds and bodies shake. We unite with them. Our great supports, teachers and friends. They hold this earth, they teach us how to stand tall with our spines. With our open, sensitive hearts that magnetize all of our greatest wishes to us. We balance out the scales, through the love that we live in. It’s safe now.

We will do it together. I dream about it too. We are walking, skipping, dancing parallel paths, and the lights within my heart space tell me this so. I’ll build for you a life beyond your wildest imaginings. And we do it together. Hand in hand we are one.

I never knew it was possible to be this happy, this open, this expansive, this in love with my life. I will always think of you, you always have a home with us, she wants to meet you one day, she’s heard all about you. I’ve sung her your songs. Come find us when you’re ready. Follow the light with your heart, what makes your soul sing. In this lifetime or the next, we want you with us all. Have hope, keep the faith. It’s just starting to get good. Turned grand, turned astronomical in its brilliance.

What more can I say? What more can we add to this? Other than simply feeling it.

I’ll rest here, the soft place to fall has formed itself. No running, simply following, feeling, trusting. Being.

This is where the space of dreams is created.

With peace and love forever. You are the light that you seek. You are the love of your life. And it’s just starting to get good. Open up my love. Open up my dear. Your heart is just beginning to crack open and the gifts are beyond comprehension. I’m here with you, holding your hand. You’re never alone. You’re never alone. You’re never alone. I promise you. Eternally.

You will never be alone again.

I love you.