Time after time,existence after existence,you have been birthed,you have died,and you have been birthed again.In this lifetime alone you have birthed and died a hundred times already and there will be a thousand more to come.Level by level,week by week–you birth another level of you,another nuance that is not known and has not been seen,another possibility,another perception,another day.And every night as you slumber,you have the option to let go of what has hurt you,of what has wounded you,what has lessened your light,what has lessened your heart,and fly to the stars and dance in the heavens,and be birthed anew on the sunrise.
Humans are the only species in this part of the galaxy that have the ability to die a hundred deaths and be born a hundred times in a small existence.You are re-incarnation-al aspects of the original you,of your original being from this human birth.It seems as if weeks are years and years are weeks,and days are long and nights are short,and the sun shines brighter and the waters run bluer.All of this is because you perceive it as so.There are many whose perceptions are dark and dank and the waters are muddy to them and they see only debris on the shoreline.They see the residual pond of selfishness within the human species that surrounds them.They see not the heart of the day,the night,or the situation.They lessen themselves as the lessons get crueler and crueler day by day.They shrink their horizons as their panoramic view dilutes itself to the size of one slice of pie in the pie chart of life.
You each stand next to them emotional and physically.Some of them you love,some of them are your blood,and some of them are your brethren.You cannot allow the delusion and the dilution of another's perception to splatter mud upon your own heart's joy,and souls longings.For what you seek,you shall find and what you yearn for you shall become,and what is unknown shall be known.For wide is the path that you have sculpted for yourself.Lift up your being on this day as you see above the conflict from a viewpoint high on the cliff of divinity.For it is up to you dear ones to always lift yourself above the confusion,above the pain,above the sadness and the delusion,the anger and the hate.
Many in your world support you not.They heed not your words.They heed not your intuition,your perception,and your prophecy.They go slower and slower each day in their pace as they move forth to the apex of their life.Many of them think that the very apex of their being is their death.And when they get to the top of that pyramid of self–that is all,and the curtains are shut.But know dear ones that the apex brings you into another level of your being.Stand as a babe on there first day of walking with your arms out stretched saying,to all of creation"Take me,Lead me,Show me,Walk with me."And it shall be.
For you hold the promise of the future within you.You hold the hope of all those who sleep in fear and confusion.You hold the promise within your cellular structure–the promise that this world would not be destroyed again,the promise that the Christed one would come back,the promise that the Masters of Light and your stellar parentage would one day would look at you eye to eye.The promise that there is nothing on earth that does not love you,it only does not love itself.
The darkness raises its head like a sleepy dragon trying to bait you into becoming fearful,filled with anxiety as an asteroid passes,as another Hitler is born,as a demon surfaces,as a boat sinks,as a city falls apart.And you must believe dear ones that all is well.You must hold that promise within you no matter how you see your world crumble.For it is that very vibration of Hope that you hold that will lift you just a few inches above the mass consciousness in order to see the truth of the new day,the new order,and the new light that is being birthed.