Our own liberation is the medicine for all, and when we claim it and stop fearing our creative power, we help to dissolve timelines of fear, competition and lack. We are the visionaries who do shamanic magic in service to life by the power of our prayer. In shifting times, the humble pure act of praying for the upliftment of all beings has a ripple effect amongst the morphogenetic field of humanity. Starseeds are not here to talk of mystical other dimensions but to plant their star light in the soil and teach the ways of light.
If we feel burdened by problems-- either our own or those many that seem to plague society-- the best thing we can do is to refocus our energy on sowing seeds of a new vision. When we reencounter our original innocence, we no longer wish to contribute to distorted narratives of folly and fallenness. if you resonate with this message, you are a medicine person in some way, in some capacity. Begin to see, to know yourself as this. Not in the false new age way of jumping into roles of service before we've passed through the proper initiations and training. But in the innocent, childlike way of knowing the magic within, feeling the love for Creation and the desire to simply pay it forward.
To do this we also need to heal those wounds which blinded us to the magic. By deeply traveling into the wounds to understand where and how we have been blocked, we do the shamanic work of "soul retrieval." And this allows a platform of stability to be able to carry out our duties and talk about light in a way that is strong and neutral rather than delusional.
The pain we have felt is not a separate isolated experience; it belongs to all of us as remnants of the trauma inflicted on the earth's people when we were uprooted and cut from our own power & connection to Earth. But it is not that we should try to go back in time to some imagined pre-fallen state, or before globalization and colonialism. It is all part of the divine plan of perfection, and when we are holding pain and can still state this authentically, we are embracing the eagle eye vision. Through the fall we have received the blessing of free will to choose the path of love, of God, and evolve out of an animalistic existence of instinct. To grow past instinct we have to pass through trials and tribulations of duality, and the suffering of an intelligent mind not yet guided by the heart. When we see all in terms of undulations of a spiral of expansion we will have gratitude and trust instead of bitterness or despair, as well as the humility to relinquish our attempt to control and grasp the hand of a Higher Power.....
Poem: The Elixir
Healing the deep schism that is inside
The split passed down from that nation
Who looked down upon Life.
Who looked down upon Life.
The heart is heavy with the strife,
the betrayal of doubting creation’s fire
But now we’ve reached the time to inquire
Shall we take it back? Fizzle out, or fight?
the betrayal of doubting creation’s fire
But now we’ve reached the time to inquire
Shall we take it back? Fizzle out, or fight?
Children seeking for the root of their pain
Will halt the search when they realize
it wasn’t out there, but sustained within
The tearful eyes of a pure soul
who lost their faith.
Will halt the search when they realize
it wasn’t out there, but sustained within
The tearful eyes of a pure soul
who lost their faith.
The schism-keepers try to suck you dry
So you’re not inspired
And the jewel of your heart is mired
In a dank malaise;
Thinking there’s no other way
So you’re not inspired
And the jewel of your heart is mired
In a dank malaise;
Thinking there’s no other way
My dear, they can fool, they can poison your mind
This game is what fuels them, amuses their desire
To play the role of controller they were not assigned
but they can never drain that pool of love
Dwelling within each cell
It may feel that the sweetness has waned
And you have entered a living hell
but do not heed the voices that tell you to swill
The liquid from a bitter pot
That which will rot the inner strength.
This game is what fuels them, amuses their desire
To play the role of controller they were not assigned
but they can never drain that pool of love
Dwelling within each cell
It may feel that the sweetness has waned
And you have entered a living hell
but do not heed the voices that tell you to swill
The liquid from a bitter pot
That which will rot the inner strength.
What is ours will always arise again
As surely as the sun shines forth another day 🌀
As surely as the sun shines forth another day 🌀
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