Holding you as you shook , 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 you. 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. “
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.
Until the day when you shall ask , may I join you; with no more masks.
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