I woke up this morning seeing a thick, white blanket covering everything in my garden. Light poured, and a brilliant stillness filled to the brim with presence and quiet ecstasy overtook my heart.
The energies grew and grew, till I experienced - more than understood - how this now, this time we live in, this acute, very moment, is all about loving myself in all my incarnations. About seeing myself, recognizing me. All shapes, persona's and roles. The man in the mirror. The you in me.
And it's a good thing!
It's a thing of highest vibrations, of profound truth and importance.
It's a thing of bliss and deep value for the joy of recovering and re-membering.
It's a thing we long have been waiting for.
Waiting for not only to cautiously opening the door, but for tearing it down, for letting the overwhelming tornado of love blow up every door, wall and window. To let it in EVERYWHERE!! Absolutely everywhere.
THIS is what was coming.
What unnerved us and made us trip up.
THIS was what we were waiting for.
The powerful wave of it washing over the earth.
Rinsing away disconnect, loneliness, pain and guilt, but above all; Dissolving the phantoms of our minds!
The trolls in our thoughts.
The Hillaries; the controlling, manipulating, plotting and hiding ones.
The Trumps; the bullying, shouting, intimidating and fearing ones.
The loving Universe is shoving these shadows into our faces for us to realize that we need to stop doing this to ourselves!
STOP right now.
Let love in.
Love my Self.
Stop comparing, calling out, intimidating and manipulating your Divine Child. Your Ego.
Because everything you see on the outside, is just a manifestation of what is going on on the inside.
It's all about YOU.
It's all about how to love yourself more, to fall in love with yourself, to let love pour through you and make you open your eyes to whats truly real:
That we are one, that we are utterly lovable, intrinsically perfect and everything is perfectly imperfect just as it is.
It's going to be OK.
So let it go.
The deadly seriousness of our child's games.
The pompous rigidity of our beliefs.
They do not serve us any more.
Make love to Hillary.
Let them know the game is over.
They can rest now. They are not judged, hated, liked or seen for anything else than what they are; Another me.
Another facet of Source.
And so it is.