The heliacal rising of a star occurs when it first becomes visible above the eastern horizon, for a single moment just before sunrise. Each day after the heliacal rising, the star will rise slightly earlier and remain visible for longer before the light from the rising sun makes it disappear.
The Mary code lives within the feminine presence of Light while on earth. All that is feminine in purpose and DNA holds such a recollection. At certain periods in the timelines, her holy presence is etched once again into the hearts of those that have ears to hear and eyes to see and are aligned with a purpose of Light.
We stand beside you in the arenas of life. We are above in the loops of light as you are down in the valley of earth life. We watch your hopes leap from the cliffs seeking to fly and many times land short of the desired outcome. You hold a seed of hope and light that can never dim.
We who have spent a lot of time in healing self-observation, have recently witnessed many modifications and changes, likes and dislikes, tastes, habits or maybe forgotten likes and habits. The vibration of pain is divinely orchestrated, very human and a powerful earthly teaching.
I first received this information during a transmission session with a powerful goddess, not to be named. It really disturbed my energy field and brought circling memories to an immediate halt like all the street lights going red at the same moment.
Many humans at this time are tired and have given up. They are leaving things up to the Universe, Great Spirit, or Jesus. They ride the rollercoaster of ‘whatever shall be shall be.’ Are we using that as an excuse?
Father Time makes Himself known again rerouting the very best of intentions, sidestepping the 24 hr day and running us around in circles. Time as we know it cannot be forced into pigeon holes nor trained to do our bidding.
We all come to an intersection of self and soul, light and dark, gray matter and everything in-between. August has asked us to walk forward into the dark passageways of time using only the light we hold in our heart. It has wrapped its energies around us like a boa squeezing us until we say ‘uncle.’
This Christmas I asked to be used as Mrs Miracle, ‘she who dispenses miracles to those in need of one’. No matter how small of how seemingly insignificant the action, I followed the signs and inner prompting, while fussing the whole time with the cosmos about their choice of dispersion.