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The new balance – Accountability, Communication and The True Voice of the Feminine

 

 

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Robby Donaghey – Namaste

 

 

There has been a swelling tide of unheard voices the past five months, now echoing across this blue planet. Women have spoken out, perhaps as never before in the his/her/story of humanity, against the socially acceptable and cultivated epidemic of diminishing and defining females through the abuse and distortion of sexual energy and power.#metoo. Men too have spoken who have also been victims of the misuse of sexual power, whether by either gender.

In some arenas, brave men have come forward and owned their transgressions, from subtle misjudgements to devastating actions.  I have also read women fiercely taking responsibility for their part in misusing sexual and emotional energy in relationships. This is not the space to dive deeply into this, other than to note that, in the circles I connect with globally, I have witnessed the conversation evolving to one of honouring the power of this voice and transparency and then moving to the next step – TOGETHER – of how male can support female; how the Sacredness of sexuality can be reclaimed by all beings, whatever gender or sexual orientation; how each sex can forgive the other, and her/himself. And most key of all, how the distortions inherent within each expression of Source – as predominantly “feminine” or “masculine”- beyond personal stories – can be more fully revealed, met in compassion and love and alchemised.

This wave has a mighty wake, moving through the entire collective, not only those in conscious reflection but the vast majority who are not. The key themes are

Accountability and Communication

leading to the third – Speaking up –

the voice of the True Feminine, clear, strong Loving, liberated and evolved to be the transmission of the Feminine Divine Herself.

I am not describing victim energy nor one of blame – not in its purest motivation and how I have experienced its rising. It is a very, very long suppressed expression from deep and vulnerable places and, in the courageousness and purity of this, is a genuine invitation for accountability. Note,  accountability does NOT have any trace of blame, shame or judgement. It is CLEAR, CLEAN and authentic. It is fully honest. This last point can be generally missed.

If we hold invitation and space for another being to be truly accountable, we are neither seeking to apportion blame on them; to hold onto anger, resentment or other emotions. Accountability is deep liberation for each party. The one owning their words or actions has the opportunity to integrate shadow aspects, to find compassion, forgiveness and greater love for one’s own self. The recipient may find it easier to rest in acceptance and possibly, in their own time then find their way too to forgiveness, compassion and some form of peace. These principles apply whether we are talking about a minor disagreement or horrific abuse. The scale of the suffering is the primary difference.

Accountability supports freer communication. I often see the flow of the infinity symbol (figure eight) in relation to so many aspects of Life. As so for communication, expressing and receiving, with natural pauses for integration and inner reflection. Meeting in the centre, the zero point. S.T.O.P. – Stop, think, observe, pause. ( Deepak Chopra).

And so, as we go deeper into this field, beyond blame; through the personal; through the gateway of embracing pain more wholly than before; through even more expansive Love, we engage in a “new” conversation with the Cosmos itself; a new sense of relationship that (perhaps) we are tentatively touching on. Re-membering wholeness.

This is the time for BALANCE of male and female energies. Our next evolutionary step as a species – or at least one of them – is founded on Divine Union – healing the split between the masculine and feminine.

“The true “twin flame” is a climactic turning point in Creation, a turning on the heel, a re-direction home. A liberation from bondage. A wild and surreal, ancient song that heals the entire Universe, right in the place that it’s heart was broken, so it could speak again.

Together, we can hold the earth and sky, and as guardians and ancient seeds we will fulfill the promise we made at the beginning of the world, and go home together, unified with the whole of Divine Creation with Love.” – Alison Nappi

Divine Union creates the pathway for the next upgrade in consciousness itself through this embodied quest. We can only do this in form. Here and now. And in relationship. And – given that aeons of wounding and distortion are releasing for transmutation – it is a path that demands every molecule of devotion in the most grounded ways. It requires great clear-sightedness if we are not to get blinded by the sea of unconscious patterning that is thrown, up nor find ourselves unwittingly replaying them.

“We want close relationship more than anything, and simultaneously we want nothing to do with it. The archaic fears of abandonment and engulfment circle in the psyche of the personal and the collective.” – Matt Licata

It requires a willingness to open the heart again and again in the face of the energy of betrayal, abandonment and separation that lay in the beginnings of this path. Not the very beginning, the point where this wound came to be.

My deep inner knowing is that it was before Lemuria and Mu. Before Yeshua and Magdalene – yet these times and Beings have been some of the points in space and time where some of this work has been done.  It was – most likely – at the first breath of differentiation into form and has been carried into and explored through every cycle of the evolution of consciousness. Aeons of work that have been preparing for what is now possible.

There have been many Sacred partnerships on Earth and elsewhere across time and space. Yet it is my sense-knowing that it is only in this now that the male-female aspects of Divinity can whole and evolve. We cannot know the numerous Cosmic factors why this is so,  yet the human experiment is at an unprecedented point where this has the potential for success.

The Christ essence is returning to Earth. Not as a man but in the Sacred spark within each being. And the Divine Feminine Christ is anchoring, heart by heart. She is Here. The two are of course not separate but two emanations of the One and in their embodiment, Divine Union has, now, the chalice to come forth.

Drop all illusions that Divine Union is any fairy tale love story.  Rather, it will cleave us to our core, shatter us into innumerable shards and rebuild us from the very stuff of Life itself. New and yet unknown. Never before birthed in form. We are the carriers, the forerunners that can lead the flowing wave; the charge of light upturning the citadels, burning the false Gods, courageously diving into the fire and darkness and thrusting the new earth through the Cosmic yoni into the luminous adoration of Ma. We are the Ones we have been waiting for.

Blessed be on our courageous hearts.

To be continued….

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Grace and Desire

 

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Artist – Joma Sipe

There is a dance at the heart of every awakening Being. Of the eternal longing to KNOW and BE the fullness of our absolute Divinity – in form. And the fear and aching grief of the countless times we have felt that we have fallen short of the immeasurable.

As I ponder deeply into this well once more with Beloved souls, I witness the voice within that still – and always – speaks to being not enough. The hallmark of ego – not good enough; there is always something or some place that is better. Something to strive for (and therefore some failing in that there is always a place to reach for).

I have hugely more compassion and love for this expression of self that needs to be heard. I understand her somewhat more, her voice so very familiar. Indeed the voice that led and shaped my life for the first decades. I am again and again practising calling her and all her pain into the unconditional embrace of Love. Perhaps this will be a lifelong embrace.

And as I slow and breathe bigger, She is Here. She who has no name, no identity. Indeed no voice as Her voice is all voices. She is the stars. She is the blackness that absorbs everything. She is the magnitude of the Earth, Her soft, moist fecundity merging with any sense of this body.

Longing and longed for re-member into what Is, always.

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The Core Wounding between the “Masculine” and “Feminine” aspects of Divinity.

 

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“Beloved” – Autumn Sky Art

In the last twenty-four hours millions of voices have declared ” me too”, including this one. The spontaneous wave across social media calling for everyone who has experienced any form of sexual harassment or abuse to add their voice has become a phenomenon.

As the collective sea began to rise, I did not add mine lightly, not primarily through shame, but because I resist group campaigns identifying any kind of lable. And , no doubt, sensing the sickening gut churning sorrow of what was rising. What so many of us have carried for lifetimes.

Even in all the inner work I have engaged over decades, I again discovered forgotten memories which I had put aside as “normal” or in some way “my fault”. As Kali rose I knew a deeper and deeper reclaiming of the Truth we are all so desperate for. Of Union. Washed through with love and compassion for each of us experiencing this pain. All of it counts. All of it is the very food for Cosmic growth.

The essence of social media can be about proclaiming, especially amongst so-called conscious communities. There is little deep listening. Moreso it is an insatiable energy consumer and all that is put in is so transient. Today’s viral posts become tomorrow’s cute cat videos. In this campaign, however, I sensed a deeper call to Truth, a wide deep ache bubbling. And so, despite misgivings, I knew I had to add this one voice. Firstly, because addressing the wounding at the heart of the masculine and feminine expressions of the Divine is right at the heart of my Cosmic calling as an emissary of the Goddess. And yes of course, like EVERY female on this planet, I have my own experiences of being abused because of my gender and sexuality. I know I have also misused my own sexual energy both through repression and seeing it as my (only) place of value. I know also I have been a male many times. I have raped, abused and diminished my lovers and mothers and daughters, just as I have been abused. We all carry the primordial seeds of separation and the tension between yin and yang, however this has played out in creation and time.

It may also be time to use the very tools of the establishment (internet, social media) with awareness of its many agenda of distraction and manipulation to nonetheless break through and buid new paradigms.

I have zero interest in blaming or judging. We ALL bear these wounds. Vitally, this particular call to voice is inclusive of BOTH men and women. I thirst for the brave voices of our men, both in sharing where you have been shamed or controlled by another’s sexuality and in owning where you have misused your own sexual power, consciously or unconsciously. This is about all – female or male, “perpetrator” or recipient speaking up to shatter this ancient collective wounding, with love, courage and compassion.

I am seeing a number of strands showing in this conversation. In the conscious circles I connect with, there is largely an absence of blatant judgement and victim shaming. What is just as toxic though is the spiritual whitewashing that can be blatant dissociation or subtle separation. Well-meaning attempts at “positivity” can actually be not only profoundly damaging they can be downright dangerous if they disempower one single voice from speaking out. And the denial of reality – negates our actual God/dess given opportunity to rise. To face the worst horrors and the numb normality of how our Divine essence is abused and controlled and TAKE this all the way into the forging of new Cosmic substance.

I hear the call to the masculine, to explore how the female has wounded and abused her power and to own his own misuse. I witness a willingness to DO the work of radical responsibility, internally and externally, amongst some of us. And it only takes some. One by one by one. Breathing. Feeling. Speaking out. Walking.

This declaration of courageous transparency, as well as unity, is essentially followed by #anditstopsnow #nomore. Will this engender real collective shift? Who can know, but that seed of potential is there, if nourished in pure consciousness and love, free from the pull of the oldest, achiest stories of fear and blame.

This is a vast spiritual spot aching endlessly to be evolved to wholeness. A distortion in consciousness that utterly embraces every single voice and story while calling us to the Cosmic depths of the origins of both fracture and Union that I fully appreciate is still prevalent.

In the absolute and fullest embracing of our pain, a pain in every soul on this planet, we must also reach to the Stars, exhale to the Cosmos, calling in That which IS us, which created “us”, which sings to us to help fabric a new weave in the mesh of Love. As we hold each other, literally or virtually, wiping tears, breathing in the no words, all there is is Love.

I love us all in this brave endeavour.

Very much to be continued..

Helen serves consciousness and the Goddess, however, she is called. This has looked like global events, light transmissions, teaching, one to one sessions and writing. It also looks like being a mother to five beings, quiet ceremony and Being, and adoring her Beloved as they lead each other deeper and deeper into their Cosmic mission. Explore her site and facebook where you are so appreciated if you wish to connect for occasional mailings.

Authentic Being

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Mount Shasta in early Spring

Authenticity is more and more at the core of what is thirsted for – in every aspect of this One and all it encounters. As the human collective stumbles through more gateways of activation – astrologically, deep cleansing in Gaia and political tensions –  the dances of the Cosmos are never far from awareness. Yet, as we open to the limitlessness of our true nature as timeless and multi dimensional Beings, our purpose right now, in human form is to bring All into embodiment, in this Now.

When heart and mind blast open through the veils of illusion and we awaken to Truth, there are infinite paths which can call to our passion. There can be a tremendous long-overlooked thirst revealed which demands to be met, yet holds many false avenues for a soul that may be still immature and ungrounded in the Being. The person(a) can still so easily take charge, simply clothed in apparently more appealing garments. For many of us there may be a period of months or many years where our lust for all things “spiritual” may become all consuming. This can simply shape to be another escape from reality itself; from the bliss and agony of tasting, of knowing, Truth. Further, it is so very easy to be pulled into an idea of being more evolved/spiritual/awake than family/friends/neighbour/ the bus driver and this is one of the sticky and subtle ways ego simply morphs. To the extent that we identify with ANY role and give that any value, we are invested in egoic self.

Whether we create circumstances of misery and tragedy or of abundance, we are continually emanating in tandem with the formless That which evolves All. There is omnipresent wordless communion. Nothing is unseen. Not our darkest thoughts, most shamed places. Nor our kindest actions. We exist in the holograph of the multiverse, continually vibrating between formless and form. Life is watching, breathing, stretching and simultaneously just IS.

One of the ironies of Life as a human is that we believe what we believe, in that moment! Whatever our state of consciousness, that is our “reality”. Until we know different. And it is those very thoughtforms that create what we experience before us. Each story that we crack through drops us in greater unknowingness. And the more whole-souled our surrender to the Infinite the greater the dissolution of what we have recognised as “life”. Everything that is not reality must die, again and again.

We must move through many layers of purification and initiation in order to strip away the personal, the distorted and the false emotion to even begin to taste Truth. And yet, and yet…it was always Here. It is always available. It never left. We just placed awareness elsewhere.

As we taste the Truth of Being, indescribable, inexpressible consciousness, ANYTHING that puts language or form to that is immediately a limitation. No matter how poetic or magnificent. It still has mind and therefore concept. Rather than Is. The deepest passion running through all great artistic endeavour could be said to be this call to express the inexpressible through creative energy.

“Whatever you have understood you are not. Spit it all out. Whatever you understand is not the truth. Throw it overboard. Do not try to catch hold of any concepts and cling to them. Don’t employ any words, but look at yourself as you are. Throw away every thought, every experience, everything that happens after the consciousness, the beingness comes…

Before the beingness was there, look at that, be in that state. Do not get lost in words and thoughts and ideas. Do not crave for mind knowledge and concepts in the name of spirituality. Anything that is seen and interpreted by the mind is only an appearance in consciousness, and, therefore, cannot be true. “ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj.

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Love is everywhere

Our truest compass lies in the silence, with the awakening Divine heart. This is not the emotional heart but the Sacred Heart , the Christed centre of Love that resides in every Being. And this Heart calls forth and guides both the purification of mind and the essential opening and landing in the belly. Spiritual evolution is not about becoming more complex but actually about profound simplifying.  As the beating heart, we expand into the Infinite that IS, then breathe All That Is into and through this form, through Presence, creating, word and deed.

Each pathway of remembering and unforming-in-form is unique, with both jewels and pitfalls. No other can judge or appreciate how the unrepeatable expression of essence in form that is each One is called to wholeness and to the evolution of All. Is the butterfly that takes longer to hatch from the chrysalis any more or less than its fellow butterflies? Any more or less deserving of existing as a perfect expression of the Divine than a human, a waterfall, a star?

My heart and soul show me that the REAL core of coming to this particular planet lies in embodying on earth; not to transcend, but to awaken and bring every molecule of awakened Presence into body and action. The prevalent models of spirituality have long been patriarchal and the predominant model is one of transcendence, where we are called UP and OUT of our bodies and this earth realm. As the Divine Feminine returns to a freshly evolved balance, we can awaken to limitless Being AND be fully feeling, grounded and bloodied intuitive and sensory Beings with an umbilical cord to the pulse of Gaia and the Cosmos and our third eye firmly pressed to the Creator.

We practice not flinching to the agony but melting into it. No different than dissolving into the bliss. All of it is in our cells, our DNA, our non physical essence. We did not incarnate to BE anything, nor to become. We Are This. And That is part of the great Cosmic joke. We have nothing to prove, nor earn. Nothing to redeem. Nothing is real. And everything Is. Let us turn our nakedness to the skies and lay it upon the moist earth. All Is.

Helen serves consciousness however it calls. This may take the form of gatherings or retreats globally often at powerful Sacred locations; one to one sessions; groups and teaching; light transmissions; writing and being a mother and human on the planet. Please explore her site where you book a session and can sign up for very occasional mailings. You are also very welcome to connect on facebook.

 

 

Heart flow

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As I rest in heart-crushing sadness, it is the ancient sadness of witnessing – of FEELING – a fellow soul choose fear instead of love; limitation instead of infinity; illusion instead of truth. My heart truly breaks to feel the asleepness, the loss. It is akin to being behind a glass window trying to communicate to a prisoner. So very much that cannot be heard, understood or communicated.

I accept this Being as a form before me, no different to “I”, mirroring aspects of Source incarnate. I get it. So the sadness over “him” is sadness over all the places and lifetimes where my “I” chose to stay hidden in the false safety of the ego. Every where I can still do so. There is a particular poignancy as this is someone I have loved deeply, over many years. But if true love is about anything it is about letting be. Letting the Beloved be exactly who they are. No matter if our soul cries at what is possible but remains unopened. There is great beauty in the tenderness of acceptance.

And through it all I whisper internally, “I love you” ” I love you”. At the foundation of everything is always the Love. The knowing and remembrance that THIS is who we are, dancing in these masks and these body suits for moments, we are infinite and already perfect. Already born.

Still I cry for all Beings. That we may wake to the knowing of our true nature. To our absolute magnificence as creations of Love and as Divine Masters, adopting the mantle of the ever so human experience for a few breaths in time.

I cry for us all.

So that in the depths of this ocean I will gasp for the air of Truth ever more passionately. Ever more compassionately. And we will swim hand in hand to the vast open-ness of the surface.

One of the richest invitations of waking up while on this planet is learning how to be with those who walk in different worlds. How to be a bridge of love and light; to keep doors open whilst remaining deeply authentic to our truth and to live in full integrity. No “one” is better, worse or even separate – just expressions of different places in the Cosmic journey of evolution. It is a delicate and challenging skill and can come with a lot of heartache as we may have to walk away from many loved ones who choose the world they believe to be true.

This is just one level of the sadness. A sadness so soft and deep it fills the atmosphere and calls to my cells. This past week many of us have felt the strength of what is being released and transmuted in collective consciousness, supplemented by the force and effects of solar activity. Many of us have felt knocked out as our nervous systems adjust to the alchemy.

In my own being I am finding the next level of service in how my body and energy can transmute denser vibrations more organically – as innately as the flow of breath. And part of the expansiveness of that is refining the skill of staying unengaged in any story. I could choose any of a number to attach to; to ascribe either sadness or joy to. But that is not truth.

Essence just IS. Love just IS. Pain just IS.

So this deep sense of heart crushing sadness feels simultaneously like the contraction required to stimulate a greater burst into life, with renewed strength and power as the heart rebounds with more vitality, more capacity for all this Life IS. More blood can flow. More aliveness. And more rawness.

And I bow in gratitude – to the One before me whose personality chooses to stay in contracted ego, for He is the Divine and I love the essence before me; to my soul tribe who so courageously open to Love no matter what; who reach out and hold my hand and my heart in any moment: to my body for its tremendous capacity and courage to serve Life; to the Great Mystery, which is throwing up so much turmoil on our beloved planet right now so we can writhe and shake and stretch and grow into higher realities.

 

Helen serves the evolution of consciousness and anchoring of the Divine Feminine through many forms – one to one sessions globally; light transmissions; gatherings and events worldwide and humbly through writings and Presence. Please see more on her site , where you can sign up for very occasional mailings and do connect on facebook.

Cosmic Warriors of Light

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We walk together through the spaces between stars,

feet landing on fresh green shoots of grass and on scorched earth both.

Our hearts’ echoes are the drumbeat that we march to, calling us into formation,

laser sharp through the black space.

 

There is a vibration we know as intimately as an out breath

and in sensing it or hearing it in another form, our inner flame ignites.

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Art : Robby Donaghey ~ Becoming Love

Together we burn brighter and more fiercely, devouring all that is not true

and cleansing tracts of land far and great.

 

Warriors of Light, I sing to you, come forward.

It matters not if you are

limping,

weary,

confused.

It matters not that there is no map or pathway clear.

 

It matters only that you hear,

and, in the hearing, step,

placing body and being in service

to the Greatest Calling of All.

 

Emptied as the clear flute, through which Spirit may play,

the melody grows and dances through the skies,

whispering at more ears,

more hearts,

more souls.

“Come home.”

“Remember we are One.”

 

Whether head bowed over newborn babe,

ploughing fields,

constructing bricks and mortar

or walking barefoot on pilgrimage,

let the music dancing at your heart’s door enter and consume you.

 

We are called.

We are called.

Let us dance to the Divine melody of our Call.

 

For Alan.

 

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Loving and Fear

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“What do I fear most in this life?” I ask my subconscious. The answer comes – it is the lie.

The lie that lays behind the half-truth, the closed eyes. The lie that closes doors rather than opening them.

What I fear most in this life is the lie that causes decay and rot. A fermenting of unspoken words. A half-light of awareness.

What I fear most is the dark that comes from this lie. I do not fear the pure dark; the blackness of night nor the void space that births stars. Rather I fear our turning away from it – light or dark. The veil we place over our eyes and ears when we turn from truth. The truth that is found in both the dark and the light as two expressions of the One.

I used to tremble at the weak spots in my psyche that whine for safety and sameness. I see now that I claim them, more and more with each day. And in my claiming I am loving them. Perhaps more true is that I may be afraid of my UNseeing of them. That is what gives me true discomfort. And yet I know that, the deeper and more unconditionally I love all places in self or “other”, all that has been hidden and shamed will gently reveal in Divine readiness. In truth I do not fear the asleep consciousness in us all. It is an essential foundation for our functioning.

What I fear most is the vastness of my light, the magnitude of Being. The astounding, incomprehensible power of Divine essence that can bring only the death of all that is false. But who is this “I” who feels the discomfort? It is but the small self. The social self, who clings to fragments of life rafts of identity.

There is a place that can show in my soul that worries that I will not have the courage when all is stripped away to stand bare, weeping, wounded and free from every label, every strip of identification. To stand in my infinite stature as the magnficent Being and ambassador of light that I am. And, as I remember, again and again, not to believe the story of the fear, I caress those places – whether in psyche or soul – with the softest balm of love, letting them be exactly as they are.

Will I hold this head clear, easy and strong? Or crumble to the earth in shame? Will I hold humility in my cells equally to the sovereignty and realization?

The “I” that is, was and always shall be knows no fear. For “I” am love. Of love. Inseparable, vast and impenetrable.

Fear is also the birthing of Universes from the belly of Source and Her curiosity to see life expand and evolve through the contrast of duality. It is the necessary mirror to the brilliance of Divine love. There can only be fear prevailing where we turn away from our own darkness. As lovingness fills our very DNA, deeper and deeper, the ocean holds and bathes every expression and shade of our Beingness. The deeper we are called, the free-er we can rise.

There is only fear where Love is not. Love can go to any place – if it is invited. Like the angels! But first there must be a call – spoken or unspoken. A deep – soul–deep – invitation that no matter what, above all, is love. A willingness to meet the fire and the heart-shattering tenderness both. To receive it into our deepest recesses, squirming at the alchemy with our pains. And to offer our human forms as vehicles and containers for infinite love.

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What is it I fear most in this life, for nothing can kill me, I am eternal? Life is eternal. I am born and never die. Only forms change. And through each form, a myriad and multitude of galaxies of experience; of touches and tears; agony and joys.

When I return home to love there is no fear. As I breathe it in, Universal, unending and as vast as I can conceive and taste, fear is cradled and comforted as a newborn baby. All softens in unlimited tenderness. The hard edges of anxiety or terror are met with the waves of the ocean which washes them clean. Fear and love take hands and dance, laughing at the pure joy of innocence and the Divine design. It is the ocean of limitless love that carries the wave of panic. Softens it, meeting it until it dissolves in a billion bubbles, indistinguishable from any droplet in the sea.

And so our prayers for the waters are also our embracing of fears. The most ancient, primal and rudimentary of fears. I CAN survive. I CAN Live – and walk upon this blue green planet in strength and peace and harmony with my brothers and sisters.

I see you fear. I look on you with unflinching loving. I see the shadows that lurk in you. The unspoken ones. The buried ones. And I vow not to deny you nor turn in shame. You are the messenger of the Divine calling me closer, deeper.

In understanding your true essence and staying present with your gifts, I am born. And yet not born, for I always was. Always existing. Ever present as Love and Truth.

 

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