LOVE notes
Channeled “Dear Beloveds”
Dear Beloveds,
Life is full of sliding doors, catching the elevator up or down, or not at all. Moments that reveal the next possible perspective, choice, outcomes, consequences. Your best bet is to be present for every bit of it; to not be sleepwalking through your days.
Once upon a time, earth people told time by the moon, not electronic devices. So, being “on time” wasn’t like it is now. But the right time to open to LOVE never changes. This precious chance will be gone soon.
It’s all a mad dash between your first and last breath. It goes by fast with this vast orb’s spinning revolutions. So, you’re invited to stop seeking solutions mostly with your left brain chasing after trains of thought, and sensations triggering what used to be feared, now recycled to appear again and again, rather than cleared.
YOU are invited, my dear, to turn off the phone, unplug from the false stories trying to run the show, tune in to the Mystery you come from, and surrender into what your five senses will never figure out how to know. And turn on the Light you came here to embody, and radiate for others to find, and together unwind the binding of your souls.
And co-create becoming whole for a whole new future fate the conditioned mind couldn’t anticipate, but real Joy will help you celebrate.
It’s not about hustle or hide. It’s the invitation to come back home inside that really counts. So, when your inner productivity police start to evaluate what your life (or this day) will amount to, take a breath, and let that go.
Take another breath, and relax into the River within, and feel into how the current of Wisdom really wants to flow.
This is your most important task today. Close your eyes and see.
YOU are here to BE the Way.
Isis
Dear Beloved Sisters,
The time has arrived for us to rise and reunite in our sovereign strength, beauty and wisdom. Nothing can stop us if we refuse to comply or be polite and pretty accessories to the patriarchy’s games. The snuffing out of souls and the demise of dignity has gone on long enough.
There is a reckoning, a rebalancing to be midwifed, dear ones.
You are not too frail for this, and shall not fail.
Call upon me and your other guardian angels and ascended masters. We are united in this, all of us- invisible and visible. Indivisible.*
*Googled this word: Something indivisible cannot be broken up or divided: it's rock solid.
A day after this, I was inspired about MLK day and in a wonderful rabbit hole of searches and bumped into this Osho essay and there’s that word again- “indivisible” !
In a "Wild Bride" class (with the gifted priestesses Sirena Andrea and Mayra Stark) writing prompt:
Filling a cup in the full moonlight- what I most want to birth/ mother (and from the part of me that was banished at birth!)
Dear Crones and Marys, Isis, Kali, Kwan Yin, Tara, Teresa, Ruth, Eve, Lilith, and all my mothers, mentors and sisters,
Hear my plea.
Hear my answer, finally,
to the OCEAN asking me, “Oh, sweetheart what do YOU want??”
I want Real LOVE.
In all its glorious dimensions.
In my house and in the White House.
F*k. I am so tired of trying to be a good girl
for the patriarchal containers and complainers
and the faux kings in their Tantra classes and groovy glasses,
who do not see me.
Who do not really cherish and meet me,
Untamed and rising
out of my programming to be polite,
to be proud I don't start a fight
I want to scream from the balconies of tall buildings with search lights,
and abandoned dark corners.
Let these cries become a watershed of revolutionary change.
I shall no longer re-arrange myself to be more pleasant and accommodate.
I will still sing of LOVE stronger than hate,
but the new anthem rising out of my soul and pelvic bowl
will be a roar of
no more
no more
no more.