Sunday, March 26, 2017

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan ~ From Your Hostess of Light, Gillian

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Hey Ya’ll I do not know about you but my cosmic butt has been kicked so much it can wear skinny jeans! I thought that after holding and working for the light for over half a century it would get a little easier. There is no easy street in deep space for sure. Every dang molecule is battling with itself and its right to be alive in whatever form. All livingness responds to the call for regeneration. The pollywog is no longer happy being a tadpole. The caterpillar demands to become a butterfly and life demands everything else in between.

We pray, we take out the cosmic trash, we mediate, we chop wood and carry water. We hold a heart space for the world and some days it feels as if we need to wear chain-mail undergarments just to go to the grocery. So many have shut themselves away because that is the easier choice, ask any old incarnated hermit or monk. To me it is like the’ knights templar hiding behind the Magdalene’s skirt.’

Even the stealthy fox has to change its colors to align with the global adjustments. There are no personalities involved in these upcoming shifts, only the need for propulsion out of this dimensional warp.

As great emotional gases come to the surface, like old faithful erupting out -of -sync and line-dancing with a new time partner. What lies beneath bubbles to the surface, allowing what is noxious to escape, both people and planet. When the inner earth gases meet the outer earth gases a new tempo is created.  Like the temples of old in Delphi many an oracle can attest to ‘a deep earth knowing’ supplied by inner earth fumes escaping. As the world huffs and puffs and shows her true colors everyone all will know what Mother Earth has to say.

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