Messages & Channelings

Time shortens, life quickens, your pulse quickens. You need to get back in the saddle again. As humans you are blinded by your expectations.

Earth herself, as well as her inhabitants, have changed in assignment and Light denomination.  They have changed in response to a galactic call that was issued from their cells.

So many are still hanging on for dear life to what was and what should have been what could have been. Let’s face it dear ones the tide lines have loosened and you can no longer sunbath upon the shores of the past.

All the stars and stellar vibrations are here to assist us in embracing a new light pattern. This year the summer energies line up to show us the way home to the stars as we look for a portal of escape leaving the coarseness of the world behind.

11:11 is a number activation sequence. Each time that you see 1111 on a clock you are being given an opportunity to walk into a opening of Manifestation.

You are never singular in your desires. You are never singular in your needs or in your wants. You are never singular in your manifestations and creations. Always you create from a point of oneness and you deliver into a point of wholeness. Always your heart beckons into creation what it holds dearly inside of it. Always your soul will push you and prod you into manifestations and creations that you humanly think are impossible.

A State of Grace is your natural state of being.  It is what you naturally are without all the instrumentals and the dialogues of being too human.  The State of Grace is what you were before you came to Earth.  It is the point of reference in-between each incarnation.  It is a place of relaxing into your light.  It is a natural rhyt

As spring pushes her pretty and pink-self, into every pore of our being, we feel a sense of expectancy like a pregnant woman in her 9th month.  We all feel a slight urgency to accomplish that which is yet to be determined, the need to birth something in an outward fashion.

As of late the energies have had reverse whirlwind patterns, in other words we have all been bent in the wrong direction. New patterns emerge as the old patterns dissolve into a fine mesh, that needs no definition.

For many on earth this has been a long dank winter, showing its teeth and entire underbelly, while we whittled at our lives and calendar trying to make way for more named moody storms and wintry learnings. All of us are prepped like preschoolers awaiting instructions. 

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