LOVE notes
Channeled “Dear Beloveds”
Dear Beloveds,
You are invited to
be willing to
Receive Receive Receive
This LOVE
that cannot be contained
that cannot be tamed
and shall not remain
blocked or belittled
by anyone cruel trying to rule
Hear this Lion's Roar, heralding a new day.
Oh my loves, we have come so far,
and there's no turning back!
Wake up Wake up Wake up
You are not here to adhere to the old story
echoing in the carnival barking cacophony
of industrial revolution capitalists,
or the medieval Lords before them,
still contaminating the airwaves
and trying to get a foothold
in the door of a NEW EMERGENCE
that transmutes and transcends
all that nonsense
and offers an unparalleled promise land
That will flourish only if we now nourish
the fire of our souls,
and hold hands,
not just raise arms
to fight against the crimes of crazy times,
or try to preserve
what our traumatized prisonalities
think we deserve
to have and to say
But forge ahead by SURRENDERING to
deeper Wisdom, higher Truth, Beauty & Grace
It is time to remember the source of real power,
Let this LOVE love you, and fill you,
and then claim your place
And let the sacred strength
of this devotion and determination
set our pace
and light the way.
Divine LOVE note scribed, sitting at the altar, Sunday morning Dance 11.16.25:
Dearest,
There is a River inside the core of your being
and within each Being here.
When you drop the stories & strategies inside your busy brain
trying to convince you
how to stay safe or get loved,
and drop into your BODY, and your infinite heart
from before this earth birth—
Well, then you all get to share the One True Home
that is your Haven of LOVE,
and safety just isn’t a question anymore.
The key to this home is indeed LOVE—
Not seeking to receive it or give it,
But truly remembering
without any thought
or doubt, or denial,
that LOVE is
what you are
and
Why you are here.
Trust this LOVE above all else.
And enjoy the dance.
Dear Beloveds,
The way forward is uncharted. You must let go of the old maps. Learning to follow the invisible whispers and wooshes beyond your five sensory familiarity is the new dance. Some will love it. Some will tumble and fall into the abyss. Some wise guides with new wings will offer hands up and teach them how to fly as well. And some will stay stubbornly in denial anyway. But there will be a rising into a new day. And there will be rejoicing in the hearts of emancipated humans and ascended masters everywhere.
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” !
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.
This emerged from a writing prompt in a "Wild Bride" class (with gifted priestesses Sirena Andrea and Mayra Stark): Filling a cup in the full moonlight- What I most want to birth and mother (and from the part of me that was banished at birth!)