Tuesday, 23 April, 2013
"As spring pushes her way into every pore of our being, we feel the need to birth another level of our own being from the inside out. Making life uncomfortable and tempers flair. All of earth mirrors this urge to move forward out of the long winter of waiting into a place that can only be seen by the beholder. We unfurl our closed wings and step out of the black hole into the future.
We look at ourselves seeing a newness that has not made its way to the surface as of yet. We feel compelled and driven to move out of our winter blues searching blindly for those rose tinted glasses we once wore. We are seasoned like a good wine that seeks a crystal goblet to fill. Every day life gives us another morsel to digest, an appetizer that keeps us from our intended destination. Regrets and guilt trips pile up like laundry, as we cling to what was and what could have been. We mourn for easier times and reflect upon what once was. We did not have it so bad after all, of course hindsight is 20/20.
The element of time itself has quickened like a speedway driver we go around and around never seeing the exit of our maze. People are angry with themselves, the world, their choices and life in general. Earth herself heaves with fault lines as she points fingers at her very human stewards. Everything comes to the surface just in time to be fed by the solar emanations and gamma bursts from deep space.
We are all changed; we are all becoming the galactic human. Many will want to leave the earth and not stay for the curtain call. Those of us that signed on for the duration do our best to inform those that still sleep, but it seems they have all pushed the mute button and do not hear or adhere to any information that will allow them to move thru these energetic minefields.
This energy is not about doomsday it is about a promise we made long before we came to earth. Within us lives a single rose, around it lives many weeds, do we focus on the rose or waste our time pulling up the weeds forgetting all about the sweet scent of the rose?" forts.