Write it all out

“Write all that comes forth, because that is how we dance” I hear. The mind is hazy with the week ahead and the time behind. I spent too much time on my phone, hours wasted, nothing received for there was no intention involved other than the polarized comment sections of people’s innocent videos. I stretched my hip flexors, I breathed into my heart, and still, here, I sit in the shadows just behind the veil. At least my hands stick out this time, as if communicating from behind a cloth. The truth of whats on this side of the line, what’s truly in this side, the other side, the dark side, yet the hands, connecting from the heart, through the heart, the light. They write true.

I hear to forgive yourself. The prayer: “dear god, remind me that it’s okay for me to make mistakes. Give me the humility and guidance to right my wrongs. Help me stay close to you”

A picture of a cat with eyes closed and a bunny that beckons: dare! Take the leap!

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It feels as though the root is full of insecurity. Unstable ground. What to believe, what to trust, if it’s to be real and to be true. What if their eyes see this, what if they may know? It feels like survival and it feels like everyone is out on the prowl. It feels like things can’t be trusted and we must always look around, always be on alert. Because who will come in and steal from us if we are not watchful.

It feels chaotic and it feels messy and it feels unsure. It feels like something that needs to be balanced. It feels like another job, another task, another “to do” that instagram reels never made me feel. Maybe better to drown myself in those sorrows of other peoples lives. If I were to take you out into the forest would you respect the ground upon which you stepped? See the beauty within the mangled branches of a spring not yet sprung? Would you see the life, would you feel it flowing into the trees from the root up and out, buds ready to reach their bloom? Would you see it? Would you stop to feel the water and listen to her sing? Would you caress the cold hard ground that still freezes when the moon shines. Plant your butt in the snow even if it soaks through your pants? Would the trees give you permission to lean up against them? Would you consider yourself worthy?

Maybe better to hop and and run away and get the hands moving and creating because maybe I am not the one. Maybe if I were to bring you out into the forest you would see it all, you would hear it all and you would interact. And really listen. Maybe I would not because I may be within the mind. Ticking off yes’s and scheduling in no’s. Trying to perfect the art of being perfect. Each glance, each sway, each breath. “I could be better!” There’s always something to improve if that’s what I’m searching for. The mangled branches and uneven ground would not have been noticed as something of beauty for it would simply be what is, it simply is what it is. “Dang, I missed the sunset, maybe that would bring me back?”

Can I ask for a sunset if I have not yet found the beauty within the still swollen heads of yesteryears cattails? I sat on a bench then I scurried away, words came to always “sit in it,” yet sometimes, I wish to just pray. And allow the prayers to be answered in their right time. Maybe to always change it in each moment, to force, is too strenuous for the mind and my tender heart, maybe I can just surrender it up and trust I will find my rightful start. When and as is needed, the prayer shall be headed. A new string beaded within the masterpiece of it all.

“Spirit, please help me to find and to see the beauty within all things. Help me to know that I am worthy of release of all sorrow. I am worthy of letting go and I am worthy of peace. I am worthy of rest and pleasure and joy. Thank you spirit for helping me to know this truth and to live it fully. Thank you spirit for helping me to receive all that is in my highest and greatest good, and help me to live fully within the love of my experience”

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Now the next step is to Shelter Newness. To share your idea, in its infancy, whatever it may be. You share it with the world, or your favorite plant, or your mom, or your cat, and through this it comes to life.

We have entered the space of creation. Out and free from the confines of some old world. You live the new, though it may all seem like a wild jumble of words, trust that it is something more and what you are here to share is something of great value. What idea needs sharing so you can bring some life to it?

The prayer: “dear god, point me to the right audience to share my ideas, dreams, and projects when they are in their infancy” “help me to do this with ease”

It’s strange to think that there are no real rules to any this and that we are meant and made to create in the entirely unique fashion that makes us feel the most alive. And it’s unlike what others may have ever told you, it’s entirely and completely new, you came here with brand new ideas and visions and channeling and offerings and things that no one else can provide. No one else can sing in the way that you do. No one else has the same exact outlook on life or the world, no one else has the same processes as you to the exact degree that you experience, yet that’s the magic, that’s the beauty of it. How entirely unique it is. Meaning that you need to share it to the fullest extent and capacity that you are ready to, from the fullness (or emptiness) of where you’re currently at. You’ll know it’s right and it’s for you if in some capacity it begins to fill you up again (if starting from an empty form). There’s no right or wrong. We can right our wrongs in terms of interpersonal connection, yet there’s no right or wrong way to create. There’s no right or wrong way it receive divine inspiration, to a message or a song, from spirit or otherwise. There’s no right or wrong way to wear your favorite shirt. Wear it inside out if that’s what makes your heart go pitter patter. Wear mismatched socks if that’s what you fancy.

Write your whole love story out and then burn it and write a brand new one, this one where everyone wins. Let the cat cover up the music with its perfect round body. You can still hear it beneath his fur. He holds the secrets and the keys to all the universes through his own portal of creation through his heart. This is the space the music now travels out through.

If I told you there’s no right or wrong, would you believe me? To see a scraggly old goblin and to know, to truly know that they too hold all the power you’ve tasted in glimpses. To know that though they have leathery skin and are but a mere 2.5 feet tall, they too exist within the profound and intimate, unexplainable expanse of the cosmos. They have all of this within them and they may be just as well living this experience as much or even more than you are. You never know but you must believe, if I can, then surly you can too. And you and you and you, we cannot know the inner workings of another’s mind, what they have felt, but we can come together and build bridges between our shared experiences. Like bees buzzing along the same passageways of wind and vibration we share in the same knowing, yet in different flavors and different expressions. Different depths or comprehensions, slightly different modes. Yet still all the same. We explain it all in different words, to make things feel right again. Maybe a song can transmute the same thing, a feeling along with it, without the need for spoken word. A different mode of communication, a different form of speech. I will be your translator. Bring it into word. Here to bridge the peace. Within all minds, all bodies, though our hearts already have this natural, organic, and ingrained route of truth. We bring it forth into all parts of our being.

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On this card we see a fawn, laying in the grass. At 3 am a friend dreamt that I held one in my arms. Innocence, purity, and new beginnings abound, if that’s what I choose to fall into. I do.

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I do. I do, I receive, I choose you. Write as one, dance as one. Sing the song, it feels so uncomfortable in my bones to feel the new birth being formed from beneath my skin, like an old being, dying on the inside while the true form holds its shape. The one that is actively and rapidly loosing its space, the carcass of an old creature sheds itself away. Nothing impure can hold itself up within the light of love. And so, I feel it die, I feel it die underneath my skin. I feel the discomfort of it no longer fitting and as it deflates it oozes out of my legs, through tears and massage it dissolves into the ground, extra release around the ankle bone. An inky pile of old flesh and broken bits. No need to kill, no need to shoot, simply rise up and out and all not in harmony find their rightful end. The death is as impartial as the birth, simply no longer needed, so that’s why it writhed and withers away, new space is needed. But before we welcome newness in, we must say goodbye. And thank you, we honor the gifts, we recieve the teachings, we bless and we thank this old being, that has now turned to ash. Thank you. May I feel only gratitude for what you have given me and may I release you with ease, may I let you die a peaceful death and may you let my soul live free, thank you spirit. An orb of light around the feet as a final blessing and walk way to new realms of light. A cleansing, a purifying, a portal or release. Thank you, I mean it this time. Nothing of the old may remain if it is untrue to the soul.

if you have an extra 38 minutes to spare, follow the rabbit hole, follow the hare. Here’s a portal to more of yourself if you’re wishing to receive. Copy and paste https://youtu.be/QDo4EEQawI8?si=nzgyJFAiU7q_TLqr

It may even be better than that movie or show you were considering watching, for this will help you to truly remember, to return back clearer, brighter. More sure. Calm, open. Ok with what is. Peaceful. I remember again.

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Peeling an orange is an experience of pleasure, how the tension between the peel and juicy fruit are separated. The white pith breaks and softly tears with the gentle force of tender strong fingers. The sounds of the unraveling. The smell instantly brightens my senses. Sweetness lingers upon my tongue.

I remember again. The conception of our beautiful earth. Of great Gaia, how she was sculpted and formed, how we sculpted and formed her through her direct wishes and the guidance of Spirit, Creator. The healing hands of light, the full body of spirit. The inception of a new earth. Ready for the human collective. Carrying the baby home.

There’s nothing you need to do, if you wish not to do anything. Yes, create, but your essence is just as valuable in your Beingness, in just being. Existing, you’re perfect. Lean against that tree. Let your bum get wet in the snow. Just be for some time now. Your embodied presence is your gift to this world. There’s nothing you need to do beyond that. I promise.

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We can have as many elements as we wish, there’s never too many different kinds, there’s never too many flavors. You can activate your gifts within any situation, any scenario. It’s good for the creative flow, to feel and to see the different flavors of life. What it may feel like to taste the other side of the world. How your hearts words may change, how they may run directly parallel to what you write, speak, think, or say now. You remained aligned to your heart from your first breath and everyone after that, even if you wandered blind. You always wondered back. Your hearts oath. Your hearts true oath always calling you home. Yes, travel, see the sights, explore this great terrain, Madre Tierra, experience different customs and traditions and the great wisdom keepers of different spaces, other stewards of sacred places, honor them through listening, silence, and song. Yet know that you may receive all that you need as well from your home in the suburbs as you could in the great mountainside. It’s always accessible, everywhere, your hearts wisdom and knowing. You are a citizen of the earth, everywhere you step foot you are home, though some places may feel more familiar in the faces you see, the landscapes, the food and culture, yet within it all, you are home for you are connected to each and every being through the portals of our hearts. We are all citizens of the earth, and she is our great motherland. Our Mother.

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I feel Deja vu of a different kind in this moment as if this is the 3rd time around experiencing this. Last time was with the writing about the evil within, and the sword. Now it’s back, I questioned, and then I returned. I felt, I feel the transmissions of energy through these pages, and this is what fuels the growth forward. Yes, Deja vu, yes, a return of the old into the new, yes, a reminder, or a parallel, or a life finally lined up once and for all. Yes, back again, let’s crack the ice beneath so we may feel fully at peace.

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A break in the chain, I return again. Have you noticed the pattern yet? Do I even have the time?

The time is endless and it’s all orchestrated by the divine. Out in the world I wonder what it’s all for yet I come back home in my safe warm home and I have more things to do than the time that I have to spare. So do I have the time for you?

Could what we create be something that feeds into the whole. A great space of creation, a home becomes a temple of light. A temple of bringing our souls expression into form. Into song, into word, into poetry. Pain into a painting. The food of the gods. We use our divine creative intelligence and we soar, the flames within our torches ignited and we write. And we create and we share, and we delight and then we lay back under the stars wrapped up in warmth, full in our bellies the energy of pure love overflowith. Mirrors to one another for to my core I am a creator. Creature of creation. Creatrix. Here to birth heaven on earth, we are. Together, we are. Stronger we are. As we rise and as we soar and as we sail we are stronger. Rooted more deeply within the true foundations of what we are here to bring forth.

Seeing all things clearly. All truth, all of it. Bringing it up and out from the center. Breathing, taking rests and breaks as needed, we ride the waves of our individual and collective instruments. Building something of delight and pleasure and sustained bliss. Weaving in the pure consciousness truth of new power centers. We are the visionaries, our hearts, bodies, minds encoded with what not yet is, ready to be brought into form. Together, we ride these waves.

Would you be here to hold me? As I push all the buttons and make a scene. Ride the elevator to every floor just to see how you’d react and respond. Would you love me in the depths of the unseen? Thick black cloak pulled over my eyes as I instigate and poke the beast within you? Would you surrender under the rains of my typhoons torrential down pour and consider yourself baptized? Or would you balk and cower away? The storm doesn’t want survivors, it wants surrender. Knowing the breadth of its mighty expanse tears up and rips through all that is no longer needed on the terrain, a storm shifts the energy. A storm washes the slate clean. A storm of my nature is of the nature of the true Mother herself. A storm of my kind wishes not to unleash upon the innocent, for it sends out messages for the forest folk to run and birds to fly. It sends out its messages of upcoming through a change in the scent of the air, and the rumble deep within the earth. Only those with the keen eye remain aware. A storm of my nature rushes in with fair warning yet does the deed of its undoing with grandiose speed and electricity. Cracks of lighting and deep thunder claps. Rains and winds leave untamed branches snapped. The trees rejoice in the cleansing as much as I do, for it offers them further growth upward towards the light. Then comes the hush and the fall of silence. As the final drops land and peace befalls the plains. A breath, a new breath. An opening and an exhale. The surrender brings the release.

Space has opened up through this. The earth has received the nourishment of the skies.

And now, together, we breathe.

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What your words are here to share, what your tongue whispers to express, is ready to be said. Lay it down fully, lay it down clean. Share it in its messiness, great Jack with his magic bean. You express, you share through portals in the skies. The golden goose and the terrible lies. What has been so mean? What is ready, eager, and waiting to be seen? Speak your truth now, with love and forgiveness in your heart, yet speak it full and bright and clear. You need not back down, we are ready, waiting, and wanting to hear.

I think of lavender, it’s always running through my blood. Releasing expectations of how other people perceive life and things they tell me to do, how to do them, and letting that override your own excitement. Your grand experiment. Aren’t you the one to figure it out yourself, through what you experience?

Observe, yes it works. It’s fruitful too. That’s a loose ground, don’t let that stop you from exploring and finding what you want to learn. It’s raining knives like all the time. Coming to get you girl. Are you real in this dimension?

Sing to open up your throat. Do you wanna open it up, what does your womb say. Oil those gears of empowerment, take in anything again. Connect to your cosmic roots. Trust your voice. Catch a ride on the waves.

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Are you good at hiding in the dead of night? Are you playing a role? Know how to perform? Know how to make you go crazy under the mask? The mask of illusions. This isn’t so true, it’s a character that’s fun to play. But it’s not for longevity. It needs authentic expression. Can you show up fully as you are and still feel?

The house you live within. I chose 7th.

It’s all spoken in riddle and code, it’s all some sort of fragmented display of bits all put together. Don’t ask me, I didn’t look at the picture in the box, I’m just sorting out the border pieces from the rest. I’m sure it’s a gonna be an awesome puzzle though! (That wasn’t entirely true. I did look at the picture, I could share my vision if you want, but maybe it’s more fun to just watch as we all put the pieces together) I’m not sure if you would like what you saw, or actually, no, I think you would love it, yet I don’t know if you’d be ready to hear it, or if I’m really ready to speak it. That feels like more of it, if I shared the truth, what I really see, feel, and know to my bones, afraid that it would send you running. Who am I to decide though, the heart wants what it wants.

This is the section of speaking your voice, so do it loud, and do it proud and do it with kindness and forgiveness and the ability to adapt and change through realizing your own spoken word. Speak it and allow what needs to be formed into something else to do just that. Allow the waves of change to move you. Nothing is set in stone, and we are all beginners. Becoming close close close and comfortable within the unknown is how we thrive, most graciously survive. And truthfully, loving, together, we rise.

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This feels like the space that I know the best. The one I’ve exprplored and traversed and I come back to time and time and time again. I’m sure you have too, unknowingly, unknowingly clear and open in your perceptions of the world. Maybe you shut it off at one point when it became too much. Maybe you adapted, maybe you changed, but it’s always been here, it’s always been available, it’s always been accessible. This deep inner knowing of how things are. Of things beyond your mind. Did you dress pull down your voice or was it the other way around. Was it some disembodied astral entity wanting to speak though you, just know that you always have the power. You always have the strength, the ability to say no. To change the way things are going, to shift the tides. Though, sometimes, the best and easiest ride is to surrender and release and let go, to allow it to guide you to where you’re meant to go, holding onto, being held by, your guardian angels. They are with you in the darkest caves. They are with you when there is no light or sound or taste. When there is nothing but the void and the desire to run and hide back into what’s comfortable, our angels are with us. They encourage us to keep going, to keep goin, to keep breathing, ti keep feeling, to push forth, to surrender and ti know our strength, what’s in the other side is so much more than you could ever know yet to get through it, to get there, you must surrender, you must surrender and you must let go, as you jump into the stream or you stay peaceful within your space. There’s nothing you need to fear in this. There’s nothing you need to run to or from. All that’s asked of you is presence. Presence within the end, presence within the beginnings, presence with where you’re at in all of it. There’s nothing you need to change. To be better, to do more of, to change or fawn or fix, there’s nothing you need to do other than just be here, just be here now, to feel, to fully fully fully feel and to receive and to understand. The heart wants what it wants. The heart is so so so indestructible and so so so fucking powerful. Your heart knows your limits and knows where and how to guide and to steer you. Your heart knows what you are capable and that’s why it pushes you forward. That’s why it encourages ending after ending after ending after ending, you will never get away from your hearts truth, this is why you heart calls forth oneness. New beginnings, and new life. Your heart calls forth all the pain within you, all the suffering, all the hatred and the fear and the anger and the feelings of unworthiness. Your heart calls all of them forward. Your heart calls all of them forward and to the surface to be seen, to be seen and to be loved and to be examined and to be held. Your heart calls forth the deepest depths of your understanding, the deepest depths of your unconscious mind to be within the light of your awareness.

To be in a crowded room and to feel the depths of your soul. It may not show upon the surface but I see, I see and I know and I understand you and I promise that you are not alone. I promise that you are not alone in your suffering and I promise that you will rise again. To scour the bottom of the sea. The depths of the deepest trenches in hopes of simple discovery. Just to see what it’s like, I don’t know how I got here or where I am going, but I always find my way.

How can we weave more understanding into our everyday lives? Understanding of who we are, understanding of our souls purpose, what really lights us up and fills all empty parts of ourselves with joy and love and understanding and resonance.

Have you been living your life for another? Walking on autopilot, automatic, trying to find the ways to always please someone else while at the detriment to your own inner fulfillment? Have you been giving, giving, giving, to only find your own glass nearly empty? Why not go take a walk in the fields and leave the rest behind. Why not go weave the grass between your fingers and feel the sun upon your skin. There’s nothing more for you to figure out.

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Someone found me in the depths. She called me up on the phone. A message from an angel.

She spoke of scheduling time in for yourself even in the midst of busy days. Even when there’s always so much going on around all the time. My skin churned and felt prickly, some other force present. Some energy ready to be seen and known. I spoke of sitting in it and finding the daily practices. To use our conversation as fuel, more material to write with. Thank you for your contribution. We can turn anything into gold, we see the golden within it all.

How can we give to ourselves all that we need.

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I feel newness rush in, a change of scenery, a way to move and change and transform and alchemize the energy. There has been so much shifting and it has all been within our own scope of control, to choose something new, new oaths, new paths, new grooves. Directed from the heart upward and outward and fully around and through. Beaded through all parts of life and the great cosmic stew.

This one has been written over many days, many times, many expressions of energy, so therefore it all feels quite different. A collection pot of different stories and ways of experimenting and playing and seeing and discovering. This one is one that is unique in that it is full of differences. And different faces. This one is unique. This one is something else. This one is something unknown. Is this one you? Is this one me? Is this one this message, this article, this post? Is this one your life? Your story, your dreams? Your gifts? How you interact with others and the world? Is this one you?

The fullness and the uniqueness of you. What are you so dearly holding onto and where and how can you release control?

If there’s more to be said it will come through now, the channel can be formed and fit into something else or it can be loved and expanded out in its fullness. It’s this expanse and this release, expanse and release and pushing up stream to learn how to swim.

We’ve made it back to lead. Work your magic, transfrom it into gold. You know what to do, be bold.

Don’t hold back, don’t restrain or don’t restrict. Don’t try and fit into something that just doesn’t fit, less with the don'ts and more with the do’s. Play your favorite song, dance transform, you know what to do. There’s no right or wrong way to play, play with intention, and you’ll save your own day. I love you I love you I love you fully. All the way through. I see you. i know you. Spirit holds us. Is here for you, for us, for me. We are together again in the infinity.

The final card says to swim in it: “dear god, help me trust that I always have exactly what I need” “thank you for helping me to swim in the abundant river of life today” “thank you for helping me to do this with joy and with ease and peace in my heart”

You are magical beyond words, incredible beyond comprehension, and a visionary beyond the stars. You are full and bright and everything and more. All and nothing and so fully complete. You are perfect, you are worthy, and you are divine. I love you fully. I love you completely, I love you in all of your ways, expressions, and modes of being. You are powerful and you are kind and you are truth, you are beautiful and you are wise. You are innocent and you are pure. You are.

Namaste. Keep shining, connecting, and living as the truth of who you are.

I love you infinitely.

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