HER answer to "what's next?"
In a lifetime of transitions, we can expect to experience the shamanic death of almost everything. Our work changes, our relationships to everyone and everything change, because we are morphing in place.
“Is THIS what I’m here to do {now}? What’s next?!!!”
We’re all hearing variations on that scream. Our minds have been trained and conditioned to operate on the what and how… without the understanding that SHE is both of those life-streams… We are designed to take the actions guided by that flow.
For the last cycle, the emphasis of most spiritual / ascension practices has been on the dismantling of egoic structures. This dismantling process is necessary for Enlightenment to occur. This is why we have processing tools. We let go, release, and then, when something sticks, out comes the toolkit. As long as we have bodies, we will most likely need kit. Ask any operative. Never leave “home” without it. {Y’didn’t, y’know. It’s always been there.}
The game has changed, and along with it, the way things play out. What we focus on, we will create. It has always been so, only now SHE has raised the stakes. Gnaw away at a negative thought pattern and watch it multiply… right in your face, body, and field, like a bloody virus. Oh, wait! We’re being made to be afraid of those as well.
We are in one of HER “morphing moments.” As our new cycles take hold, the metamorphosis will be complete. Total. Within our bodies and circumstances. What will this new focus show us? What will unfold? We will, in new, more fluid and Source-directed ways.
What is wanting to be created through you? Can’t see the information your mind thinks you need? Demanding will get you nowhere. Pouting and tantrums even less so. We are creating with light. Always have been, only now we will see the instant manifestations of what is real and how we are resisting new reality.
You can feel the morph-in-place. More light. Endless love. Pure creativity…and all the other detritus being floated by our egos, so they won’t starve to death. “Feed me, Seymour!” Thus spake the Venus Flytrap, as it demanded its sustenance, always threatening its keeper if not fed appropriately. {We’re not sure it wasn’t feline.} Rather than despise these greedy and survival-stressed parts of ourselves, we can feel compassion for them, even as we choose their transformation.
What’s next? What is wanting to be created through you? This is the way of enlightened embodiment. It is HER way.
Sand castles come and go. So do sand paintings. We are here to keep creating, rather than focus on what is washing away. it’s a new world! Welcome to HER immersions.
~ Namaste ~
