in the darkened days, in the illuminated nights,
peace bubbles in the chaos of creation.
You are deeply loved and cared for in this Omniverse.
[113.31]
as it is in heaven,
Thy, will be done in earthe.
as creative in spirit,
You, will be in body.
the fool that i am
rushes in where angels fear to tread
to solidify spirit
to being human
i stepped off the edge
to find a new world
within a blinding white star
the condensation of being
solidifying purpose
patterning as a dharma rose
blooming forth the incarnation star
5:22the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace,
longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
5:23meekness, temperance:
against such there is no law.
[114.2]
She is a carefree soul. All she encounters in form feels new and fascinating. There isn't much that can be too bad or too sad, too much or too little. Everything seems just right, just nice, all in its perfect place. She is eager to do, to be, even happier to just try. Simple things amaze her, the colours, the shapes, the sounds. She feels the miracle of creation. That is the gift. She lives among angels, a star being. She shines and gives life to all she touches, who touch her. A dark hole appears, drawing through space and time. She is drawn to it. What is it? she asks the angels. We are not to pass through, they say, it is not the way. Is it mine, she asks. Seek and you shall find, they chorused.
against such there is no law.
[114.2]
She is a carefree soul. All she encounters in form feels new and fascinating. There isn't much that can be too bad or too sad, too much or too little. Everything seems just right, just nice, all in its perfect place. She is eager to do, to be, even happier to just try. Simple things amaze her, the colours, the shapes, the sounds. She feels the miracle of creation. That is the gift. She lives among angels, a star being. She shines and gives life to all she touches, who touch her. A dark hole appears, drawing through space and time. She is drawn to it. What is it? she asks the angels. We are not to pass through, they say, it is not the way. Is it mine, she asks. Seek and you shall find, they chorused.
[763.18]
for every word there is an understanding,
..for every art there is a beauty,
...for every soul there is a consciousness,
....for every breath there is a purpose..
Dreamweaver - age 18
\\ She screamed in the dark but there was no sound for around her, there were thunderous beings that were folding into giants and monsters before her. The terrors gripped her tightly and she could not breathe so she opened her mouth and gasped for mercy. The horrors buried themselves deeper into her throat and lungs and choked her life stream.
\\ She panicked and a terrible fear of the monstrous shadow thickly snaked its way into her consciousness, paralyzed her will, and made her forget to awaken. There were dense and dark guardians in this realm. They would not let her leave until they have raped her cellular memory.
You are in a lot of physical and mental pain as your body is broken and your spirit is violated too. Your body is struggling to heal and your emotional health suffers in dank despair. You look out the window in your room and with tears wonder if it will be easier to end it all. You lack the strength to move your faded body. You lack the conviction to make it through this pain. You cannot sleep for fear of the dark dreams that take over your awareness and refuse you peace.
I am here, little one, as are your sworn guards and devas who are here too to mend you. We have to proceed slowly and gently for otherwise the pain will be too great and your mind and body may be severed irreversibly. Time will heal you, I promise, you will get better. It will get better.
\\ He wrapped his auric mosaic around her and absorbed away the muck that buried her. He comforted her and granted her a few precious moments of deep peace so that his guards might work faster on her soul as she slept in oblivion. Her mind would need to be blocked temporarily from the raksal demons that were harvesting her cells. He had already arranged for help from her guides.
They are ready for you in the great hall. Seven healers with their scrolls of sound and intentions await your participation. Three long rituals to purge the contamination and harmonize the cell structure are interacting with you as you breathe. Living matter cannot be independent of the animus spirit nor fractured for too long or too deep; you can physically die within fourteen days but we shall prolong the deadline. The masters before you will help to clear the debts and enforce the peace; you will have to help them, and help yourself too.
\\ She steeled herself as best she could and took refuge in her past experiences – she had made it through before and she would do it again. She had promises to keep and she would fulfil them before her final sleep. She begged forgiveness for her unintentional trespasses. Still she had to pay the price, even if it were accidental. She would be stronger, she would learn.
