Have I been in the birthing chrysalis? The string of the binding pulled so tight. Yes to keep me safely held (which I couldn’t see) but to increase the pressure… on those remaining globs of energy, stuck on ancient walls. Dark, steaming mounds… old composted experience, emotions and lifetimes. Generations the parade has continued. Passing from one to another… the baton for liberation and peace.
Healing that swamps generations. Begins as a trickle, then a flow. Then the dam is burst. Everything is cleansed in its path.
We begin ~ ’cause we want to feel better, we want to feel good, Love our life… enjoy the precious moments we have here, in this paradise Earth.
We seek healing ~ we look for answers, ones that are congruent with our internal wiring… ones we know are true.
It is possible to know. Not just believe. We are knowing sentient beings.
Made in the image of the Great Life Force itself… the one masterful Creator of all beginnings, all endings and all inbetweens.
Of course our clever mind can never truly understand. But we can know it, we can feel it. And how wonderful to move with it. Flow with it. Dance with it. Share joy with it.
We seek healing ~ along the way we discover we’re not just healing our self. But our entire Ancestral line. All who’ve come before me and all who’ll follow.
And as we heal our self, we heal our world. Everything heals. Life is truely magickal.