We are all living threads of light in the tapestry of God; each of us is a different shade of God, a different sound of God, a different color of God. Our dreams are different, our personalities are different, however our desire for Love is similar. We were not created to be the same; God loves all his flavors of Creation. In many dimensional existences there is permanent Oneness, an Allness and Unity that is a natural flow of evolution.
We volunteered to come to Earth to wear different colors, to see different sunsets, to kiss different babies, and learn to Love. Yes we are One, yes we are of the same light, but we deliberately incarnated into different Earth experiences, embracing her wisdom. We came here deliberately be of a different shade of gray and a new song in Heaven.
We came to a point of deliberate Oneness earlier in 2020, as the crown of light was placed on Earth. We have been forced into our corners of inner thought and life deliberately, purposefully and judiciously. The world paused on a Holy in-breath, as a living Oneness came to Earth. We were forced like a flock of Consciousness into one holding place of thought. Within ourselves within our friends within our family, the Hall of Mirrors wrapped itself around us tightly as the event that changed earth was given free rein/reign. Divinity rode in on the back of human ignorance and used the opportunity the mantle it's love around Earth.
This could have been the end of us but in truth it is a new beginning a dimensional place we have never existed, with rules we don't understand. As all the scars and fractures of our past dimensional experiences unwind as a ball of thread, we find ourselves all tangled up emotionally. We feel lost in space, in a lost time, looking for something that we just don't remember. Where did the dreams go, where did the love go, where did we go? We look in the mirrors of our life and just don't recognize who looks back within those eyes are memories just beyond our reach.
The event unraveled us on every level as we try to re-stuff the old pillows of self. We're not the same shape, we're not the same twinkle, and we’re not the same person as we once were. We are all ready to re-capture what was, but all of those lightning bugs are on a different time wave, our nets and hearts are empty, but why? Pinocchio wants to become a real boy with a real life, as we all do, but he cannot see clearly into the future. Like a mirage on a hot western day nuances change like the neon Vegas strip. We'd love the mirage to be an oasis but at Second Glance it's just a dust devil.