27/08/2020
Where the Angels Meet
During the darkest and longest of nights, and also during a time of great sunshine and celebration, the world turned towards itself and met with a great shadow. It eased itself into the waiting cloud, quietly and without much explanation. The womb of the earth birthed forth a great blessing; a storm born of a wish; an answer to the many whispered prayers; and an enactment of a birthright long forgotten by so many. In the pregnancy we felt the tremors of what was to come. We shuffled forwards into a time which we new was filled with change and we paused apprehensively at the precipice, knowing that surrender would not come easily.
Our prayers were for freedom, for peace, for unity and for grace of heart. Our wishes were to fill our hearts with love and to soothe the tender broken parts which have grieved so steadily in the depths of our Souls; our hopes were to align with something which feels like home and to find place and the strength to grow our roots; our yearnings have been to unite in a common effort to walk with simplicity and safety. Even the darkest hearts have witnessed these dreams, yet some have sought to create them in destructive and unhelpful ways, feeling that safety and peace must be fought for or stolen from another.
We have prayed to the heart beneath our feet and to the great heart that beats in unison. We have asked for more and we have misunderstood how the answer may arise. We have waited in a collective apostrophe, dreaming of a sun which would dawn thereafter and rise with great applause releasing us of all difficulties. But we have not imagined what we must do to create this moment of joyous freedom. We have not understood that to return home means that we must return to ourselves. We have not understood that the light we seek is reached through acknowledging its counterpart, the darkness. We must see the illusion which has been created by us; that we are less than; and that we are not whole. Perhaps we have misunderstood the power of our prayers and the blessings which have been arriving ever since.
What does it mean to be healed?
What does it mean to be free?
Give yourself permission right now to feel EVERYTHING. This is where healing begins. We are everything we experience, not just the parts of us which seem to create comfort. We are also the aspects which dance freely of the ‘should’s’ which often govern our minds. In the absence of judgment, what do we become? Feel into this truth.
Every time the surface of the earth breaks, every time the moon becomes its fullest, every time the sky turns to storm, we are feeling these blessings for which we have prayed. The world is answering us and it’s responding to the vibration of our great unified heart. We are now healing together, but the stories which we heal are ancient and buried and they must be seen. They are lost and wait to be found. We push them to the shadows but they cannot be destroyed. They are a part of us and so we must walk and forage for our lost selves, as though they are the children we have forgotten, seeking them with hearts which know only love.
Forgiveness is never created. It is always present in our hearts. It is simply remembered, and with the urgency of the child who is seeking refuge, it comes when we allow it, through the way of the heart and through the avenue of regathering old and forgotten dreams. Our dreams are the sanctuary of our destiny and when they are stolen, the puzzle seems to hard to complete. But the heart always knows that dreams are never gone. They will speak if we listen. They will show us the way if we trust and they will align us with one another if we follow them without hesitation.
But what must come?
What must be understood?
How do we do this together?
Surrender.
There is a cost to trying to fight against the evolution of self. Do what you do
Be who you are,
Stand on your feet and surrender to what that means
And to all that you are.
You haven’t missed a beat. Nothing is out of place. Surrender to the storm. Ride the waves of light and shadow and keep returning to your heart. It knows the way. Surrender to your unique path, and in turn you will surrender others to their own.
We have come to witness ourselves and to grow. We have come to understand a greater truth which we all share. There is not one individual who does not have a divine spark, an essence of infinity and an important life to live. Every experience is held in our unified heart and every challenge, every trial and every loss is ours to encounter, so that we may come to know what it is to forgive without effort. We are returning to this pure well of truth. Forgiveness is the soft golden thread which sews us together. Let us continue to weave ourselves anew. Each one of us growing from our own seeds and sewing threads of destiny through our ever-changing skies, till the sun is pulled to crest, golden and godly alighting itself upon its promise, answering our great unending prayer.
The stars are in position. The fear is part of our truth. Allow it to be witnessed with arms of gentleness. We are children, taking tentative steps in the dark, knowing that if we look closely enough there are thousands of bright stars lighting our way. We are never far from each other when we are still, listening quietly for the beat which unites us and for the small voices of our past.
We are afraid, we are angry, we are grieving, we are joyful, we are powerful and we are changing. We are all things at once. Let the truth be witnessed in each moment through the reflection of life. See how we seek control, how we try to make ourselves feel less difficulty or how we try to create an island of safety. See where we create our walls and how we leave others out in the dark. Open the eyes of your heart and they will see the world with more clarity and they will see the softness in everybody.
Open the eyes of your heart and you will see that the horizon belongs to us all. We share its expansive beauty and we all look to it for a moment of surrender. This is the place where we witness grace without fail; where the world turns itself over to rest and the day begins again; where night takes its queue and where the angels meet in the soft folds of ever-changing light.
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