Hello and welcome.
Come to a comfortable space.
Get settled.
Take a moment to ground.
Coming to your seat or lying down.
Allow this space to be a rest for you.
While I read to you,
Adornment of consciousness.
Watching your love go crazy is heart wrenching and terrifying.
Losing your capacity to support her is surreal.
You are also on the receiving end of the output via traumatic words and actions not of her own.
Learning not to take this personally as a swift blade takes practice and thank you.
Witnessing her move out of your collective home knowing she's in trouble is horrific.
The layers of pain here on top of the self-induced suffering are in gigantic proportion.
The trauma endured here is nothing less than inhuman.
It takes a masterful human to open to the divine for other than human support,
Wisdom and strength.
And to be in an angelic like state to come back into human form again and again.
To exist in this body,
To support this soul and to be the guiding light for others in this life.
And for a moment,
Imagine if you would,
The river of tears that flow,
That nurture the land,
The animals that reside there and finally the vastness of the ocean they flow into finalize the work.
The ocean is not as we see it.
It's the collective consciousness of our humanity.
It's our history in form as we have read and heard about,
As we have witnessed it and have lived it.
And it's this consciousness that we are left with.
We are left with to heal,
To ignite,
To integrate and to transform.
The ocean,
The ocean as us,
Splashes and crashes up the rocky mountainside in chaos,
In tantrum and in fear.
The mountain is full and open and never holds this fear.
The joys and fulfillment we all seek for growth and comfort reside here.
This is my home.
This is my place of worth and grounding.
Where I pull the chaotic ocean waves into alchemy,
Into harmony,
Into global peace.
The mountain is me as my soul and it is here where I declare I am here.
I am here.
I am here.
And I am as this home,
In this home,
Trespass on my own fear,
To learn and dissolve it and to shepherd myself forward up the mountain,
One plateau at a time.
Knowing now my truth,
I have called the fear into form so that it can be understood.
It peeks out and pokes.
Fear is irritated by our numbness,
Eventually smacking our lives so hard we must listen now.
Until then,
We pay it no attention as we are filled with so many distractions it's hardly seen.
We have finally awoken to it.
As we integrate the ocean into the mountain,
We enjoy the prosperity it shows up as.
Another layer of maturation,
Of healing,
Of possibility radiates from you.
The gift of this knowing spreads as majestic as unmanageable moments of love we can only hope for while not comprehending the depth of its essence,
As the fear manifests as this or that,
As I witness us all in levels of spiritual psychosis in our own psychological warfare how to attend to this as self,
In self,
In consciousness as I climb up the mountainside.
I surrender to the divinity for everything now,
And as every push or pull,
Every poke or wound is an aspect of this self seeking resolve,
And as I see myself in these aspects of seeking,
The opportunities to heal,
To grow,
And to claim myself as divinity in form appears in my view and starts to glow from within.
The veil of illusion,
The fog of distortions,
They all lift to show the beautiful angelic presence that you are,
That I am,
That we share.
As vehicles,
Embodied guests of change,
And in the moment alchemy,
We no longer fear what we see in the mirror.
The tethered cord to codependency to the very self is cut as we enter into the alignment with divinity.
I integrate into self no longer requesting,
No longer requiring fear in order to be safe down here in this place,
This embodied realm.
And so,
What to do with this fear that I do not want,
What to do with the fury I never understood,
What to do inside of this life to surrender into such a divinity,
To trust fully,
Completely into our history,
What is happening,
What is next.
All will unfold in magical ways we cannot yet see.
Such truth then is to open from the universe and be the conduit for this realm as the translator,
As the codifier,
The one who bridges the gap between both worlds.
I bow at such an altar for the greatness of this humanity's existence.
The clouds have parted.
The ocean is calm.
And my hand,
As is yours,
Is held as we climb this mountain,
Welcoming the new that I am,
That we are.
I bow at such an altar for the greatness of this humanity's existence.
I bow at such an altar for the greatness of this humanity's existence.
I bow at such an altar for the greatness of this humanity's existence.
I bow at such an altar for the greatness of this humanity's existence.
