Channeled Message To Delight In The Messiness

Does it feel like things are messy and/or chaotic right now, either internally and/or externally? If so, this is an invitation to delight in the messiness. To let it be chaotic. Like a child playing in the mud. And to laugh in the wreckage of how you thought things were supposed to be.

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Hi, This is Jenny Braav and this is a channeled message about how to delight in the messiness when things feel like they're falling apart, When you're in a time of upheaval or transition either internal or external or maybe both. So I invite you to find a comfortable position either sitting up or lying down, Closing your eyes if that's supportive and taking nice slow breaths with each in-breath inviting in a sense of ease and relaxation to whatever extent feels accessible right now and with each out-breath inviting anything that's ready to release to do so, With each breath feeling yourself dropping in a little bit more deeply into your body, Into the present moment and just allowing the words to wash over you and trust that they will land in whatever way they're meant to. This time is messy. All the old structures are collapsing. How could it be anything else? Divinely, Gloriously, Beautifully, Perfectly, Disastrously messy. The light in it. Imagine you are a child playing in mud. Because in many ways that is what you are. Being reborn into a new iteration of you that is not trying to be anything other than what you are. And that is terrifying to the parts that learned that wasn't acceptable, Wasn't safe. Let it be terrifying, Chaotic, And magical, Full of possibility. The parts that want order and predictability are just vestiges of the old paradigm that is currently collapsing. Play in the mud. Let yourself get gloriously dirty. Delight in the wreckage of your old life. Laugh. Find the humor if you can. Remember, This is all perfect. Your circumstances are bringing to the surface all that is wanting to be released into the light. You can either flounder in the old and be trapped in the box or stomp on it and pretend you have risen above out of anger, Fear, Aversion. But in fact, You've only stowed away the box of wounds for them to arise again at another time for the love and healing they need. Or instead, You can flatten the box, Flip it over, Bring love to all that has been stored there. The wounds, The repressed emotions, The old beliefs and coping strategies, And find the ground beneath at your feet in the earth. And when you have found your center again, Your home, The ground within, Release the contents of the box back to light, Light, Vibration, Sound, Like captive birds being freed from their cages at last. And taking a few more breaths to let the words settle within in whatever way they're meant to. And when you're ready, Slowly opening your eyes, Inviting your visual field to be the bridge between what you just heard and the physical material world. Setting the intention to bring some of that sense of play and delight into the rest of your day.