Once Upon A Blossom Storm

The one no one truly accepts, yet my existence stays most intrusive to their egos .The one they never include, but the one who is first to catch their every fall should they show a trickle of humility.

Continuing to serve those who don’t yet know what is on the menu, with a pure side of patience .

Always finding my way back, no matter how far I have strayed from my true essence. The song of my soul ? The laughs of those who terrorized me, fear stricken creatures of young; so innocent in their self sabotage . The same ones I would lay down for so they could step on me to transcend even an ounce of the same pain that they have caused me . Their fear, a mere side effect of their own grade. My love for them, boundless. To stand here now , humming the very same spell my fearless young voice once sang ; with the same self sacrificial love for humanity that I did then … Well that is purpose. That is peace. That is love. And that.. is me .

Aquariana

Starvation had pushed people from their  communities. The “virus” had mutated and the 99% had finally lost their minds. Their lower vibration could no longer sustain life on Gaia , who’s own vibration was rapidly ascending. People were gathered in houses, moaning and screaming. Some wearing masks; some had simply given up.  There were designated “dead body” houses on each city block, and the ones who were still alive had the responsibility to dump the dead in these houses. There was no more laws, there was hardly anyone still alive. The ones who were still alive, were also sick. The air smelled like rot and death, and NO ONE had anyone from their family survive. Only the last few of humanity, and the 5D new earth ground crew remained. The guides & angels and friends who have been through this process many eons ago were materializing several times through-out the day to guide them through this and to give them updates and information out of pure respect for their sacrifice. 

Masters, guides, and angels finally showed which form they were camouflaged  in this entire time, only to the ground grew. Politicians, Sex workers, Homeless, Addicts, Presidents, Criminals, Public speakers, housewives. People from every walk of life. Infiltrating and lighting up the darkest corners of this planet.  After dumping the body of a dear friend I had met the week prior, you materialized in front of me . An auburn, long haired upper half woman and lower half energy. Eager to ask you many questions, one came to the forefront of my mind.  “How much longer must I stay?” My voice cracked with fear and the smell of death filled my nostrils. “ You are doing so well, and are so close, just a bit longer now” you replied. It wasn’t enough. I went to the toilet in one of the burial houses and vomited. Coming back to where you were, I vocalized my angst. “ That isn’t enough. I want to know when and how, and I deserve this “. I had just watched my cousin and my mother die, which were the last of my family who were alive. I deserved some more information. You decided to oblige.
“Okay, dear one; you can handle it?”,  You inquired. “Yes, this I beg of you”, I cried back. 

“So be it. You will die in water, just days before the final shift; this is how you chose to end your work. It will be peaceful, despite what it sounds like.  It is not at all what you may think. You will not suffer, and you will not be alone at the other end.  This is all I can give you, wake now.”  

With mixed feelings, and a lump in my throat, I thanked you. The smell of death faded away, and I woke up at 5:35PM; covered in silk. The smell of winter air blowing so casually through the window of my luxury condo.  So true shall it have been. The most fluid of missions, the most rocky of seas. When we take our first of breaths, a soul memory of Gaia; in the warm summer breeze. May they look back on our time, such highly revered.  For that one time in creation, when humanity;

We Cured.

Trumpets Of Fate

“Tell me why I love it so much!” , I asked cheekily as I sat there only inches from you. Devastatingly unable to touch the yin to my yang. ” Listen closely , Mo Anam Cara..”  “Oh! The Mac acronym!”, I giggled.  “ I get it now!“ I vibrated gratitude. 

It only took this entire incarnation to figure that one out, now you go; still work to do yet “.

  Upon waking, I flipped on the sleep recorder’s playback option.An ethereal sound of interference, and a gentle “I laaaahv youu” ; coming from my own mouth at 5:42AM. Accent and all. 

I put my headphones on and listened to the song we spoke about.  Once, twice, 3-4 times. Finally! There it was , in the background ; trumpets .  And so may it very well be  , 

More than I even know..

Unparalleled

The day is soon to come when my knees buckle and I can no longer hold us both up. The day is soon to come where I must choose to sacrifice my own sanity, or to let you plummet into the icy waters of reality . When this time comes , and my feeble body lay helpless and broken; a word will ring in your ear from that day forward until you take your last of breaths. Searching for lifetimes ,high and low.. for a love ;
Unparalleled

Your Breeze Of Light

I spoke from my heart. Told you of the light. Of gifts given. Of angels sent. Of chances used. 

Vacant eyed and cold, you irritatingly snapped back at me.  “ I am not like you! I  just don’t  understand ANY of this stuff!” 

Calmly, and confidently , I sat down next to your shaking body. Putting my hand on your scabbed up chest , I  brought my voice down to a low whisper.. 

“One day, many lifetimes from now; you will. On one fine day,  just like the wind ; a soul memory  will sweep over you. Of times past..of love taught. Now that , sweet boy;

that will be me. ”  

October 2020 Summarized

October  was about Respect, Tough Love and Willpower. 

Romance

October 2020 was about choosing to show kindness to another that was NOT shown to me in the past by others . To lead by example. To be strong enough to  terminate a connection that HIGHLY benefited me simply because I knew I didn’t return the same intense feelings. I showed this soul the kindness that was not shown to me in the past, by respecting him enough to say goodbye and not use and abuse his time, effort and affection. Sometimes the “ right thing to do ” doesn’t feel good, and is very hard. October was about learning that to be worthy of an equal, I must first be kind enough to set free any “safe bets”, “trauma-bonds”, and “distractions” first and foremost. I am doing this all for you , because you are me;  as I am you. 

Trauma bond

October was about understanding that when  in a trauma bond, I only see what I want to see, not what is truly in front of me. I have successfully closed a door , and the door has disappeared behind me. Sometimes conclusions have to happen in your own mind , not in physical. You have to take decisive action and stick to it no matter what kind of emotional withdrawal symptoms may arise. More of this outcome below.

Willpower + Tough Love

Sometimes, the kindest thing you can do for a loved one who is self destructive is to walk away and let them hit rock bottom. Only at rock bottom will they (hopefully) see the error of their ways.  Only  someone who understands and practices true ,unconditional love can appreciate this sentiment.  

In Conclusion

October was a month for clearing of stagnant and harmful energy, beliefs  and negative repetitive actions, for trusting in the future of my own unique journey. It was a month of practicing ego sacrifice in vulnerable, authentic service to others. October has been a chance to lead by example, to practice what I preach; and to learn the hard and uncomfortable lessons in unrequited love, toxic patterns, and moving on with grace

WHAT a gift October was,  WHAT a gift

The Sapphire Ash of Wishes Past

With the sapphire ash of wishes past , I let go of possibilities so vast .

With the sapphire ash of wishes past , I release you ;as this spell is cast.

With the sapphire ash of wishes past , I am no longer your trusty mast.

With the sapphire ash of wishes past , your role so soon ; to be recast.

With the sapphire ash of wishes past , all of your chances have indeed fore-passed.

With the sapphire ash of wishes past,On this sacred night ; I blow away my very last.

Auseauiel

Out of this jaded vessel of exhaustion and torment, a vibratory melody penetrates the ionosphere; into the ethers.  The 1’s, a sweet memory of times past in our own evolutionary progression. A bittersweet symphony of gentle reminders to those in lower grades. Yes we have all been there. To my beloved 1’s.  May you learn your lessons the easy way, without resistance ; flowing with the failures and valuing the growing  pains as gentle gifts from the divine.May your frustration  be absorbed by us of light, transmuting such a familiar pain.  May you be jolted awake by the laws still unbeknownst to you in this sweet density of duality.  May you stand strong in my own position with the same gentle understanding and love for your class of 1’s. In love , and in light, 

So mote it be