I shift and change as the winds of change blow thru me and to me, I shift with every birth. I shift with every death. I change when the Heavens express emotion and anoint themselves. My temperature changes with my emotions, my heartbeat changes with my every thought. I am the seasonal change of God. As the molecules rewrite the rules life sprouts wings, where there was once only a tale to tell.
Objects appear and disappear from dusk to dawn confusing the layout of the mind. Comfort in what was familiar no longer soothes the soul. Free flowing without form or destination in a wondrous aspect of becoming a Godling in training. Free falling into any and all possibilities is not for the weak of heart or mind. Impossible Possibilities rearrange themselves nanoseconds at a time, switching bases and outcomes simultaneously. What comes through the personal wormhole is yet to be seen but very expected.
Losing the past and disconnecting from the now offers opportunities that need to be embraced in order to be issued as a decree. The new age, the old age, all age becomes unnecessary as humanity makes a U-turn into a place of re-connection. The lines between humans feel fragile and strained like an umbilical cord that needs to be cut later on in the delivery. Seeing oneself in others has become painful and many avert their eyes so they do not have to see. oneness seems miniscule and inconsequential as humanity huffs and puffs and blows the illusion down.
Time and weather rewrite themselves in accordance with these new amendments of creation. Each door takes you down another highway of self. Fractured parts of humanity now seek to be united with their celestial counterparts. Many are so busy scooping up parts of their self they don’t see that it is happening to everyone that lives upon the planet.
Humanity has asked for more on all levels and so it shall be. Each person is escorted into all faces of their eve and their atom. Original blueprint is now laced with pink and all-possibilities. To become your true presence, you need to be free floating without form if you still seek to walk in the stars. Realities are challenged doing hand-to-hand combat. Time rushes by without even a wave as options are tailored and shortened to fit the daily change of energy. Holding on to who you think you are will become as an anchor that drags you into deep emotional waters. Holding on to the way you thongs should be is even heavier. In the mists of radical change on earth, hold tight to the good thoughts that seem to float by like debris from an oil spill.
Do not allow yourself to get pulled into the muck of what is right and wrong/ good and bad/ justice and injustice. For all molecules of earth in all forms decree and declare in no uncertain terms. Your anger at these injustices will only fuel an already explosive situation. What is dark in nature, uses you and feeds off your anger, which increases the disasters exponentially.