Layla Star Seer

15/11/2025

Beloved Souls

“Awaken your Sirian remembrance — receive the Sirian Heart Activation.”

In this living transmission, I open a multidimensional conversation with Daxay Va, a crystalline Sirian being of light from Sirius A.
What unfolds is not simply guidance — but a harmonic weaving between Earth and Sirius, voice and resonance, human and star.

The Sirians have long supported humanity’s awakening, their presence once anchored through the temples of ancient Egypt, through Isis, through sound, and through the luminous codes of rebirth.
Today, they return through frequency — through vibration — and through the awakening of the Sirian Light Codes within the human heart.

This video is a portal.

A meeting of currents.
A remembrance.
A co-created field where the Sirian heart intelligence flows directly through word, tone, and stillness.

💙 Within this transmission, Daxay Va offers a direct activation
— a gentle, crystalline ignition of your own Sirian code
— the remembrance of your Sirian lineage, gifts, and inner clarity
— the harmonisation of your heart with the Sirian octave of truth and compassion.

You are not merely listening.
You are receiving.

✨ This activation may support:
• deepened intuition
• clearer inner guidance
• heart-centred expression
• remembrance of your star connections
• an effortless flow between your human self and your cosmic self

💫 How to receive:
Breathe softly into your heart.
Allow the tones, pauses, and silences to open what is ready.
Your Sirian essence responds through resonance — not effort.

Thank you for being here, beloved star kin.
May your Sirian remembrance awaken with grace, clarity, and love.

✨ With all my love,

👉link to the video on You Tube https://youtu.be/5YFchfXdRVw?si=qAA34Jt89G81uGMv

Layla 💕✨💕

“Awaken your Sirian remembrance — receive the Sirian Heart Activation.”In this living transmission, I open a multidimensional conversation with Daxay Va, a c...

10/11/2025

✧ Whisper of the Tides ✧

At the edge of the world, where cliffs cradle the breath of the sea,
a hidden doorway waits between the tides.
Salt wind carries the memory of songs older than stone,
and the waves speak in tongues of silver light.

We entered as wanderers,
yet the air knew our names.
The cave opened -not to be conquered, but to be remembered.
Its walls shimmered with stories the sea had kept,
faces of ancient wisdom resting in the rock.

There, time folded like a wave returning to itself.
Laughter, stillness, and the hum of unseen currents
wove a moment out of eternity.

The sea watched,
the land listened,
and the heart - the true compass whispered:
You have been here before.

Love always Layla 💕🧜‍♀️🐬💕

08/11/2025

✨ Dancing Light over Ladybower ✨

Today the peaks opened their heart to light.
Ladybower shimmered like a living mirror,
water breathing sky,
and sky leaning down to kiss the water.

Sunlight danced across the surface
a choreography of gold and silver,
rippling in rhythm with the breath of the Earth.

Among the trees, the light became song.
Soft orbs appeared in the air
gentle messengers of presence,
reminding me that beauty is never still,
it moves, it shimmers, it lives.

Each moment a reflection,
each step a prayer,
each breath a remembrance
of how light loves to dance
through all that we are.

With Love Layla 💫✨💫
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Hope you beautiful Souls are having a wonderful weekend. Join me in your own way tomorrow as we honour the waters 💦💧💦

03/11/2025

🌊💙 Nine Years of Ocean Remembrance 💙🌊

Nine years ago, I offered a prayer to the Mother of Waters.
Today, her voice calls me once again — deeper, truer, more embodied.

O Mother Ocean, Womb of all Life,
you have taught me the rhythm of surrender,
the art of soft power,
and the truth that love, like the tide, always returns to its source.

Your waves carry the memory of all who have prayed before,
your depths hold the dreams of what is yet to be.
We are remembering now —
that your song is the song of our blood,
that your pulse beats within our own,
that your healing is our homecoming.

💙🐋✨
On the 9th of November, beneath the open sky at Robin Hood’s Bay,
I will return to the Waters once more —
to offer gratitude, song, and ceremony
for the healing and renewal of our Great Ocean Mother.

I invite all who feel the call
to join in spirit from wherever you are —
to whisper love into the tides,
to offer a bowl of water,
to bless the rivers, lakes, and seas of our Earth.

Together we remember.
Together we restore.
Together we rise with the Waters.

💙🌊
With love and reverence,
Layla 🌟🐋

01/11/2025

✨ Return to Lemuria ✨

Dearest Beloved Souls,
A while ago, I shared a journey into our Lemurian heritage, a remembrance of ancient light and ancestral codes.

Now, you can revisit this transmission and step into the Star Gate of Lemuria once more through my YouTube channel:
💫 https://youtu.be/427dxvSzplM?si=vt3-fSg7EYlgW81c 💫

Feel the whispers of the ancient land, the echoes of the soul, and the activation of your own inner legacy.
Let yourself remember — not as something distant, but as a living pulse within you, here and now.

May this transmission awaken the codes that have always lived in your heart. 🌺
With love and light,
Layla 💖

Step through the veil with me as we return to our Lemurian heritage — a sacred map of memory, wisdom and belonging. In this video we trace the esoteric teach...

31/10/2025

🌑✨ Samhain Offering: Cerridwen and the Cauldron of Mystery ✨🌑

At Samhain, when the veils thin and we descend into the dark womb of the Earth, the Crone calls us home.
This is a story I wrote ten years ago — a remembrance of the Great Mother Cerridwen, keeper of the Cauldron of Mystery, wisdom, and rebirth.

May her voice reach through these words to awaken the ancient knowing within you —
the knowing that you are Creation itself,
that the power you fear is the same power that loves you,
and that through the dark, you are born anew ✨💫🌟

🌑✨ Cerridwen and the Cauldron of Mystery ✨🌑
Written with Love by Layla ❤️✨

Cerridwen is the Mother, Magician, and Crone from Welsh mythology — deeply connected to the witch who walks beside us at Samhain.

Cerridwen’s themes are fertility, creativity, harvest, inspiration, knowledge, and luck. Her symbols are the cauldron, pigs, and grain.
The Welsh Mother Goddess embodies all lunar attributes and the energy of the harvest — especially grains.

In Celtic mythology, Cerridwen owned a cauldron of inexhaustible elixir that bestowed creativity and knowledge. At the halfway point of the year, her inspiration arrives as a whisper: “Keep going, keep creating.”
Her symbol, the pig, represents good fortune and abundance — including spiritual enrichment.
(From Patricia Telesco, 365 Goddess: A Daily Guide to the Magic and Inspiration of the Goddess)

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🌙 The Story 🌙

I am woken in the midst of the night by a yearning so deep that I quickly dress and step outside.
The moon is new — the sky dark, the world hushed except for the soft rustle of trees as the night breeze stirs their leaves.
Then I hear her voice, close and clear:

“Draw near.”

My legs begin to move of their own accord, drawn by an unseen force into the dark woods. Despite my anticipation, I cannot resist the magnetic pull leading me deeper and deeper until I come upon the hidden entrance of a cave, veiled by undergrowth.

Guided by instinct, I clear the way and step inside. The air is damp, the walls cold and narrow. My torch flickers as I press onward, heart beating like a steady drum. I am driven by something ancient and unknown.

As I move deeper, my arms ache, my legs are grazed from the rough stone, and fear begins to rise. My torch fades, the battery spent — and I am left in total darkness.

Panic seizes me. My breath grows shallow, my cries echo wildly through the cavern until exhaustion overtakes me. Then, through my tears, I see it — a faint light, moving closer.

A figure appears, cloaked in black, holding a lantern.
A pale, bony hand grasps mine, and before I can think, I am led swiftly through the twisting passageways. The walls widen, and suddenly we emerge into a round chamber filled with warmth and flickering candlelight.

Shelves line the walls — books, jars, and bundles of herbs in every shade of green. A fire crackles at the centre. The air is alive with mystery, yet comfort surrounds me.

The figure pulls back her hood.

Before me stands an old woman — her skin pale as moonlight, her hair wild and silver, her eyes black as night and deep as the cosmos. She cackles softly at my astonished face.

“Well, look what the cat’s dragged in!” she laughs.
“Come closer, so I can take a good look at you.”

She pulls me toward the fire and studies me with unwavering eyes.

“Come, dear daughter — Priestess of Cerridwen,” she declares, pulling a stool for me to sit.

I am startled by her words but remain silent.

“You are my daughter,” she continues. “Daughter of Moon and Star, full of Mystery and Magic. I am Cerridwen — and I hold the key to all creation through my cauldron.”

She beckons to the great cauldron simmering above the flames. I peer in, seeing only a liquid bubbling over the fire.

Cerridwen smiles knowingly.

“You see only the boil because you look with these—” she points to my eyes—
“and not with this.”

She touches my brow.

“The Third Eye — the vision beyond illusion.”

I close my eyes, focusing on the space between them, and look again. The cauldron shifts before me — no longer filled with broth, but with swirling galaxies moving in sacred rhythm.

Cerridwen’s eyes glow as she speaks, her voice resonant like ancient thunder:

“Long ago, the Crone was revered for her power.
People came to me for healing, for wisdom, for strength.
But as patriarchy took its hold, I was banished.
Those who followed my path were hunted, shamed, and silenced.
The women forgot their magic. They hid their power.
They learned to fear what once made them divine.”

Her gaze pierces into me as she takes my shoulders in her hands.

“You are the daughter of creation itself.
You have the power to birth worlds.
Yet you shy away from your strength.
Each phase of womanhood — maiden, lover, mother, crone — lives within you,
as do the cycles of the moon.
How can you not be one with Creation itself?”

Her eyes soften as I lower mine in shame. She cups my face tenderly.

“Do not let guilt and shame bind you any longer, dear daughter.
Forgive yourself.
Love yourself as I love you.
Rise now, and sever what no longer serves you.”

She draws me into her arms, holding me with fierce love.
I melt into her embrace, surrendering my pain, my fear, my resistance.

“Know that I am with you always,” she whispers.
“Do you trust me?”

I nod, nestling closer.

“Then so it is.”

Suddenly I am enveloped by swirling light — as though I have fallen into the cauldron itself. Stars spiral around me, galaxies move through me. I am held in the womb of the Mother — vast, eternal, alive.

And in that moment, I remember.
I am no longer afraid of my own power.
The re-remembering has begun.

✨🐦‍⬛🎃🌉🔥✨

31/10/2025

🌒✨ Samhain — The Sacred Turning ✨🌒

As the veils grow thin and the Earth exhales into darkness,
we enter Samhain the threshold between worlds.
A time of endings and beginnings, of remembering and release.

In this holy pause, the ancestors draw near
not as ghosts of the past,
but as luminous threads in the tapestry of our becoming.
They whisper through the wind and flame,
“Do not fear the dark.
Within it, the seeds of dawn are stirring.”

Tonight, I walk between worlds
honouring what has been,
and blessing what is yet to come.
The fire within me mirrors the eternal flame of life,
burning through illusion, revealing truth.

Samhain is not the end; it is the deep inhale of the Great Mystery.
A moment to rest, listen, and trust
that even in the stillness, magic is moving.

May our hearts be brave as we cross this threshold,
guided by love, memory, and the starlight of those who walked before us.
🕯️🌌

Blessed Samhain, luminous souls.
Layla 🌙💕🌙

30/10/2025

🌌✨ Beloved Star Family ✨🌌

I’m so happy to share something close to my heart — I’ve just opened my new YouTube channel, Layla Star Seer 💫

My first offering there is a Stargate Transmission — a heart-guided journey into remembering the living Stargates within us and across our Earth.

In this video, I speak about:
🌿 How to connect consciously with Stargates through devotion, authenticity, and resonance
🌍 The difference between natural, constructed, and blended Stargates — from sacred mountains to places like Delphi, Stonehenge, and the pyramids
💫 How harmonic coherence within our body dissolves stuckness in life — opening flow in relationships, abundance, health, and creativity
🌌 And how we can each awaken the inner Stargate — the light technology within our hearts that bridges Earth and stars

This transmission is an invitation to breathe, soften, and remember that you are the Stargate — a living bridge between worlds. 🌠

If you feel called to journey with me, you can watch it here:
👉 https://youtu.be/ooUsc8hlNpI

Thank you to all who have walked with me through these cosmic and earthly pathways — your love, presence, and reflection mean everything. 💕
Let’s continue weaving this tapestry of remembrance together.

With starlight and reverence,
Layla 🌿💖✨

Step into the living resonance of the Stargates — portals of light within you, and woven into the body of Mother Earth. 🌿✨In this transmission, I share how ...

28/10/2025

This photo brings back beautiful memories of communion with a majestic Banyan tree 🌳

By viewing this photo you can understand why it’s one of my favourites. The amazing Banyan trees always remind me of the film Avatar. The sacred tree in the film is so like the Banyan tree. Actually I had not seen Banyan trees of such magnitude till going to Bali. I was truly amazed by the sheer magnitude of these majestic trees. Still feel so blessed to have encountered such beautiful beings 💕🐉✨💞

Sending you Beautiful people love on your day. May you also encounter a Magical tree being wherever you are,and the love that emanates from these majestic beings 💕💚✨💞

Love Always 💕

Layla 🌳💚🌳

22/10/2025

Dearest Souls,

Yesterday, I shared a sacred story — a transmission woven through my communion with the radiant goddess Aphrodite. 🌊
This morning, she called to me once more, her voice a shimmer upon the tides, guiding me to breathe new life into a tale first birthed over eleven years ago.
What you now read is a re-weaving — the same golden thread, yet illumined by the light of this moment.
May her essence move through these words, and may you feel her blessing within your own heart’s tide. 🌹✨

🌹 Aphrodite — Goddess of Eternal Beauty 🌹

Transmitted through Layla Star Seer

Aphrodite, ancient Greek Goddess of the Sea, arose from the white foam — born of wave and starlight. The tides first carried her to Kythera, and then to Cyprus.
From those shores she walked to the assembly of gods, radiant in her becoming.
To the Romans she was Venus, yet her truest home was always the sea.

In Pafos, her worship endured. The Sanctuary of Aphrodite at Old Pafos, Kouklia, still whispers her name.
And local legend says that whoever swims around Aphrodite’s Rock will be blessed with eternal beauty — not of form, but of soul.

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🌊 The Call of the Sea

One autumn afternoon, as golden leaves were swept about by blustery winds, I sat by my window in quiet reflection.
I watched the falling leaves surrender to the air, and I knew they were teaching me how to let go — how to trust the currents that carry us to unknown shores.

As I lingered in these thoughts, a whisper brushed my ear, a breath caressed my neck.
Startled, I looked around — I was alone in the room, and yet, I wasn’t.
Then the words came again, soft but unmistakable:

“Come to the Sea.”

A yearning rose within me, ancient and irresistible. I knew I would be taken there.

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🌬️ The Gift of the Rock

Later that day, I visited my astrology teacher — a gentle soul whose home was filled with books, crystals, and warmth.
His words soothed the child within me that longed for safety amidst great change.

Then, without explanation, he stood and retrieved a rock from his garden.
“This,” he said, “is from Aphrodite’s Temple in Pafos.”

We had not spoken of Aphrodite at all.
Yet as I held the rock, waves of energy coursed through me — awakening ancient memories, stirring my very DNA.
Both of us felt the presence of something holy.

When I left his home, the energy of the rock still pulsed in my palms, and I knew the sea would soon call me again.

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🌅 The Meeting at the Shore

The next morning we drove through autumn’s golden countryside, hills cascading like waves of light.
As we approached the sea, my heart quickened.

When we arrived, the tide was out — the seabed exposed like the Earth’s secret skin.
Seaw**d, shells, pebbles, and fossils covered the sand like offerings from time itself.

As I stepped upon the beach, I felt I was entering sacred ground.
And then, carried upon the wind, came her voice:

“You are here, my Priestess, my Daughter.
You listened to the call of your heart, where I dwell.
Come closer.”

I approached the light-blue water, vast and shimmering. My body ached to merge with it — to dissolve into the sea that birthed all things.

“Do not be afraid, my Daughter,” she whispered.
“The water within you longs to unite with the sea around you. Can you feel the yearning of this merger?”

I nodded, tears flowing freely.

Then I heard a language older than memory — one my body knew but my mind could not recall.
The breeze stilled, time dissolved, and from the waves She appeared.

Her radiance preceded her form — hair of molten gold, gown of deep red, eyes of fathomless blue.
She stepped onto the sand and cupped my face in her hands.

“My Daughter, why are you in such turmoil?
I, Aphrodite, have come.
It was your heart that called me.”

At her words, I fell to my knees, weeping in her embrace.

“Mother, I am tired and afraid,” I cried.
“I know I must release what no longer serves, yet I fear the emptiness that follows.
I am afraid to desire, afraid to hope.”

She stroked my hair and spoke softly:

**“I know, my Daughter.
You stand at the edge of the water, afraid to immerse,
for you fear you may drown.

But tell me — when you watched the leaves fall from the trees,
were they afraid of their destruction?”**

I shook my head, revelation dawning.

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🌙 The Many Faces of Beauty

Then she said, “So many misunderstand me.
They see only the Maiden, the Lover, the golden form —
but do they ever see this form of me?”

Her hair turned silver-grey, her smooth skin lined with age, her robe deepened into the indigo of the abyss.
Yet her eyes remained the same — vast, blue, and eternal.

“Am I still not beautiful?” she asked.

The world might say no.
But I saw it then — the beauty of cycles, of endings, of wisdom earned through tides and time.

She continued:
“The leaf that falls is no less beautiful than the bud that blooms.
The barren tree is not bereft, but resting.
The sea does not fear the storm, for the wind and moon shape her destiny.

So too must you allow yourself to be carried by the unseen currents.
Do not demand to know the way.
The journey will not always appear beautiful or kind,
but beauty is born of how you see, not what you see.

So tell me, my Daughter —
are you ready to die?”

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🌊 Surrender

With those words, she turned and walked into the sea.
Her form shimmered, then dissolved into the waves.

I stood there, trembling, and ancient words poured from my lips —
a chant from a forgotten tongue.

The skies stirred.
The sea answered.
And as I stepped into the cold, living water,
I was no longer afraid to drown.

Thy will be done.

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🌹 Aphrodite’s Blessing 🌹

Beloved Being of the Tides,
I place upon your brow the kiss of remembrance.
May your eyes always behold beauty in every form —
in birth and in decay, in joy and in surrender.

May your voice carry the music of my waves,
softening hearts and awakening longing for truth.
May your heart remain open as the sea,
ever receiving, ever giving, ever renewed.

When you walk beside the waters, know that I walk with you.
When you speak of love, feel me breathe through your words.
When you doubt your worth, gaze upon the mirror of the sea —
for there you will see Me, and you, and We as One.

I bless your path with grace that never fades,
with beauty that deepens beyond time,
and with the knowing that love — true love —
is the current that carries all things home.

🌊 So it is, and so it shall be. 🌊

— Aphrodite, through Layla 💕

Author Layla @ Layla Star Seer

21/10/2025

Aphrodite Goddess of Eternal Beauty

Aphrodite is an ancient Greek Goddess of the Sea who arose from white foam, the waves first taking her to Kythera and then bringing her to Cyprus. The maiden, named Aphrodite, went to the assembly of Gods from Cyprus. The Romans widely referred to her as Venus. Aphrodite was followed and worshipped by many across the isles and mainly in Pafos, This is evident from the Sanctuary of Aphrodite in Old Pafos, Kouklia. A local myth is that any person who swims around the Aphrodite Rock will be blessed with eternal beauty.

I sit with my thoughts of fear and anticipation, as I look outside the window, the autumn leaves are being blown about by the blustery winds. I am reminded that as the season change and the once budding leaves, are now discarded to the wind. That I too should allow the flow of life to take me without resisting and clinging, and blow me to wherever I am taken. As these thoughts linger in my mind. I hear a whisper in my ear and I feel a breath upon my neck. I look around bewildered as I know I am alone in this room, and indeed the house. I hear it again this time more clearly;

‘Come to the Sea.’

I feel this sudden yearning to visit the sea, and I know that I will be somehow taken there. So I allow this thought to settle and I prepare to visit my Astrology teacher. I enter his quaint house, filled with books and crystals. The comfort of his warm hospitality soothes my anxious mind and I feel at ease in this moment, with letting go of all that no longer serves my purpose. His words help to soothe that inner child looking for safety and stability in the time of huge growth and the unknown.

We are engrossed in a conversation and he suddenly stands up and brings in a rock from his garden and hands it to me.
‘This is from Aphrodite’s temple in Paphos’, he states.
I am slightly surprised and bemused as we had not been talking about Aphrodite, and he turns to explain that he just had this feeling and acted on it. My hand feels the energy from the rock as the impulses pulsate through my DNA and awaken cells of remembering. We both marvel at the rock and the exuberant energy that has just entered our consciousness. As I leave his home the energy of the rock still flowing through me, I know somethings magical is on the horizon. I know that I am visiting the sea tomorrow, she may have much to say.

The next day we drive through the countryside of copious trees, glistening warm autumn hues and the cascading hills. As we approach the sea my heart races faster at the prospect of the interlude. When we reach the bay the tide is out, the sea bed is exposed and has become the beach for us to enter the sacred space. Stepping onto the beach the energy I feel is that I am entering holy land. Sea w**d, rocks and pebbles, shells and fossils cover the sanded beach as we walk towards the sea.
The sea breeze carries Her voice to me as I approach Her domain.

'You are here my Priestess, my Daughter, you listened to your inner heart where I reside, come closer.’

I step towards the light blue sea stretching before me vast and potent, the waves rolling in and I felt my heart yearning to lose myself in the water and I had to stop myself from immersing in the water. It took all my will power not to step into the sea and allow the cool waters to just swallow me up as I was.

‘Do not be alarmed my daughter, the water inside you wants to merge with the sea around you, can you feel the yearning inside of this merger?’

I nod with tears flowing
Then I hear on the breeze an ancient language, my body remembers yet my mind cannot fathom. I hear Her raise Her voice and suddenly the breeze stills, there is no time. There is only me stood before the sea and She appears from the water itself.
Her form glistening as She steps onto the sand and stands before me. Her beauty reaches me before Her form, as if Her aura is extended beyond Her, transcending. Her hair is glowing gold and her gown of deep red. She moves closers and cups my face in Her hands, Her eyes deep blue as deep as the oceans she commands.

‘My daughter why are you in such turmoil? I Aphrodite have come, it was your heart that called me.’

With Her words I fall to the beach on my knees, as I feel my hearts deep pain and longing.
She too kneels beside me on the beach and holds me tenderly as I weep in Her arms

‘Mother I am tired and afraid, I know that change must come, as I have had so many realisations that what I am holding on to no longer serves me. Yet what do I have if I let go? I’m afraid to desire for I am afraid of disappointment, that loss of hope’
She soothed my hair and speaks gently;

‘I know my daughter, you are at the edge of the water afraid to immerse yourself because if you do, you may drown. But let me ask you when you were watching those leaves fall off the trees and were swept away by the wind. Were they afraid of being destroyed? ‘

I shook my head with this realisation

‘You see My daughter, so many misunderstand Me too, they think of Aphrodite as the ever beautiful maiden or lover in this form. Yet do they ever see the beauty in this form of me? ‘

As She states these words, Her form changes. Her hair from golden becomes silvery grey strands, Her smooth skin becomes wrinkled and Her robe become dark blue like the depth of the sea. Yet Her eyes stay the same, full of depth and mystery, deep blue.
I look at Her in shock and amazement.

‘Am I still not beautiful? The world would think not, because they only view beauty as the form but what do you see? As the budding leaves on the tree become golden and as they fall onto the ground and decay, are they less beautiful? As the trees become barren in winter and stand naked in their majesty, are they less beautiful? When the leaf buds in all its glory, does it know where the next step will take it? As it lets go in the wind and allows it to carry it to its death does it know this? The sea moves the tides turning, does it move with knowing how it will be shaped in the next moment? The wind shapes the water and determines whether it will be smooth or wild, the Moon determines the tides. So too you are being called to allow yourself to be guided and to flow with existence, allowing the elements to carry you on wings to the open skies. You will not know where you will be taken, you will not have a map. The journey will not always seem as beautiful or comfortable. But what is beauty and what is comfort? They are in the eye of the beholder, you will see what you choose to see. So let Me ask you my daughter, are you ready to Die? ‘

With these words, She stood up and walked into the sea before me.

I stood up and watched Her as She immersed herself and disappeared. I started to chant in an ancient language that my mouth was speaking, yet my mind could not comprehend. I raised my arms and continued to chant, the skies above me began to stir and the sea before me moving closer. As I raised my arms the sea was moving closer to me, I was drawing in the sea.
As I stood in the sea, immersed in the water I was no longer afraid to drown. Thy will be done.

Written with Love Layla 💕🐬❤️💕

Image – Goddess in Red Robe by Jimmy Lawlor
Image Goddess in Dark robes by Flickr

19/10/2025

When you are conscious
A cloud of sadness surrounds you
When you are beyond consciousness
The Moon rests in your arms.

When you are conscious
The beloved moves out of your reach
When you are beyond consciousness
The ecstasy of love moves your way.

When you are conscious
You are depressed like fall
When you are beyond consciousness
The winter cold feels like spring.
All your wavering
Is due to your longing to be stable !
Look for instability
Until you become stable .

Rumi
Art by Rassouli Fusion of Light with Darkness