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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan ~ March of Sophia

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A powerful and ancient call went out gaining entrance and momentum as it entered the chamber of the heart and opened a new place of light for the world to see. They came from all lands, they came from the seas, they came from the cornfields, they came from the deserts.  They came with open arms and ‘Open Hearts’ into a place of convergence creating a plateau of solid light held up with columns of the heart.

Millions of women reinforced the feminine pillar of all that was Good and Holy. The Divine She herself  rose from her ancient sleep rubbed her eyes and saw all the fractures and wounded parts of herself she had ignored too long. All the scars thru time had reddened and a planetary healing was needed immediately.


She called to herself, every ancient piece, from goddess, to Nun, to warrioress, to Priestess to healer to savior. She called from the mountaintops, the Valleys, and the sacred places of Earth. She called to all of her sisters of Earth, all of her sisters of the sky, and all of her sisters of the heart, to gather in momentum in purpose and power.

She called to parts of herself she had forgotten, that still existed only as a slight Whisper. She called to all that was dark within herself, her fears and her body. She looked up to the night sky, and called to all that had forgotten her and left her and her children to fend for themselves. She called to all that once loved her. like those that walked in the great goddesses named she demanded acknowledgment and answers.

Everything within and without the Earth shifted as a plate of light was grafted to the wounded body and heart of Mother Earth. never had she seen such an outpouring of love from her daughters, sons, and believers. As she  watched with great tears in her soul, the heart of Earth proclaimed in all her glory 'so it shall be done!'

Every feminine cell within the living body of Earth awakened to its power, not in a place of violence or muscle but a place of purpose and solidarity of light.  A cord of justice has been struck and resonates throughout the planet without pause. As this resonance is embraced on a cellular by all, a gentle compassion will take form and action.

Like the Dove of the Holy Spirit the message has gone out and will resonate creating a new configuration and paradigm of light. Not only will this chord clang like tinnitus in the deaf ears of those who do not hear, but it will stir the very gods of old themselves.

The pathway of distorted, concave, convex and convoluted energies have been shaped in this sinewy dimensional fissure, and now they demand to be straightened out. A cosmic cesarean birth has opened places in the earth that were not ready to be exposed and are still shaky of construction. A step has been skipped allowing an unexpected event to be birthed before its scheduled appearance. Earth has struck a cord of heart-truth that is being echoed throughout the universe like an opus of peace. Stand tall in your light; shadows only come to warp your point of view and keep you distracted, you have already crossed the line in the sand, no matter if the winds of change swept it away.

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