I am the essence of Metatron. I look and I view the light of you -- and it is humbling. Each of you has walked into more brilliance of self and yet you still stand where the sand and the waterline meet. You have not even ventured into the deeper waters of light, slipping into the ocean of God, and into the ability to See.
We see that you sit at an intersection of whom you once were and who you shall become. You read the roadmap of your past actions and reactions and expect to find the future in those schematics. You see where you have fallen and none have picked you up. You see where you have allowed yourself to be emotionally strangled into a place of limited breathing and limited acceptance of air into your lungs. You wait for the world to exhale so that you can breathe in what it good, what is grand and what is your purpose. The carbon monoxide of other’s thoughts and negativities waif through the air that surrounds you so you breathe shallowly, you inhale less possibility.
As the 11:11 Light comes forth on the wings of a snow white dove, let it purge you of what has been solidified and blocked for far too long. All of heaven known and unknown enters through this 11:11 Gateway.
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.
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?