Messages & Channelings

Imagine the number 11 above 11:11 see it as extensions, ropes coming down from heaven, all we have to do is reach out and take hold and lift our body mind spirit upwards to a place of seeing a place of knowing and a place of love.

As Time increments have become filled with chewy possibility the telomeres of our soul ask for new instructs and insulation. At this point of energy and Light everything is frayed and splintered like we all have split ends of the Soul.

As we all move forward like a school of fish swimming to the end of 2020 we realize just how much of our inner-self we have lost in translation of this year’s events. Very little sparkles in this time and place even though we try hard to keep the sparkle alive in our actions and clothes.

What was once sought is now freed into expression of purpose, like someone left the barn door open! Truths that were once hidden unwrap themselves in the schematics of a new time-frame.

Father Time makes Himself known rerouting the very best of intentions, sidestepping the 24 hr day and running us around in circles. The Master teacher mercury retrograde is substituting for the next several weeks until Election Day! (Yes the universe has a weird sense of humor)

Everything on earth is defined by a numerical configuration. All life can be reduced and explained by numbers. The currents of these numerical sequences bring into alignment a series of new understandings that will help to adjust and balance every human.

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.

Whew….What a couple of weeks it has been, I feel like I have spent 14 days in the belly of the beast. The energies here in the Smokey Mts have been totally liquid and demanding.

Visualize the light as solidified, peace as solidified,  love as solidified! See the weaving that the weavers of light create. See it as the very fabric of all that was once holy and has been forgotten.

As the light lines up for this special holiday season all aspects of stellar light seems to be a little brighter, a little more magical. The Spirit of love seems to be alive knocking upon the hearts of lots of closet scrooges. If you were given one day to live over what would it be?

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