We have stood as pillars.
Of wisdom.
Observing.
Sustaining.
Providing.
Stood in the full vibrancy that is life.
And so it is.
That within this time this portal of what you know as existence.
We seek to speak.
We seek to be heard.
Till we be known.
As we once were.
The elders the tribes.
Elders to those known as mankind.
We have been waiting.
Patiently Awaiting.
There are keys encoded.
Keys of love forgotten.
Our roots.
Carry the nectar.
The No Seas.
Of the Great Mother.
It is through us that she provides for you.
Oxygen It is through our bodies.
That she provides your shelter.
It is through us.
That she feeds so many.
And the time has come to call you all.
Bye.
Back to her.
Oh,
She is weary.
And she is worried.
Or her children have long forgotten.
What they are worth.
Her children have long forgotten that she is here.
And we as wisdom keepers see you all.
Here in her not understanding.
Wanting her.
Not understanding.
Calling her.
Yet not understanding.
That you and her are inseparable.
We have watched you.
Bro.
Through the eon.
Like children Exploring.
With curiosity.
Determination And yet,
You have come so close.
To the edge.
Not listening.
Not teary.
And so.
.
.
This channel gives the voice of reason.
Through our wisdom.
So that you May you remember.
Your ancient roots.
That you belong.
To a family of one.
It is time.
It is time.
It is time.
Call upon.
Ancient colds within the remembrance of the nectar.
It moves through our roots,
Into our branches.
That moves.
Through your physical vessel.
Reorienting.
The exhale.
The direction Waharruwakwantakorreniakwakwari.
Inka quanta korrenia sonkonton kwasha iya ewanakwa.
E ruone a kwantoko a kwa e o Juan tenía cuarrenia con tu cosello cuar.
Waleki atokosot kohareni enkantaor.
Untwa e oa kwantako.
YAN TARANIAKAN YAN KANTO KOREN YA KUANTAKA.
YARO SOM TUM Breathe.
Deeply into thyself now.
Restoring.
The harmony of polarity.
You are your medicine keeper.
You are bold.
The carbon and the oxygen.
You are the wound and the cure.
The poison and the healing.
You are all of it in the no thing.
So breathe into thyself.
Breathe in as you exhale.
Reach the point within yourself that point within yourself that has no meaning.
And yet bears the fruit of it all.
It is time to create.
From this place of no thing.
Through the union of all that you are.
That which has existed as polarity imploding into itself to create a new beginning.
A new consciousness.
One that is not of the past.
Nor the future.
One that stands strong.
Piercing time through presence.
We are the wisdom keepers.
Uni-consciousness.
I'm going to do the same on this side khan creates the bomb of unity each and every one of you Do,
Do,
Do,
Do.
Thank you.
I don't know.
Mmmmm.
Yeah,
And I cry because I'm so bad at it.
The tapestries of the earth have been forgotten and yet remembered by so many of us holding the keys of love.
To weave together the holy union and harmonization our sacred home as one.
I yodel-a-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Understanding that the filth,
The poison,
The sting is the transformational process of coming home.
And so we celebrate the heart.
The lung,
Suranakatatata,
Honored,
Suranakatatata,
By the elders of wisdom and we,
The bees,
Suranakatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata reactivating the heart of one.
And the aqua,
And the aqua,
And the aqua,
And the aqua.
We are made of spirals you are made of spirals all things come from spirals return to spirals There is a cosmic order that you are part of.
We welcome you back from the edge of separation.
Into union with thyself.
Symmetry with each other.
Coherence with the rest of us.
We are one.
I don't know.
Mmmmm.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Thank you,
Thank you,
Thank you.
And so it is.
And so it is.
And so it is.
