What happens when wings dry, spirit roars, and life begins anew? How we move changes. What we ingest shifts {and not according to anyone’s rules}. It is glorious and worth enjoying. And, what deepens when that life becomes something more?

One way of describing the journey of Becoming Oneness and embodying light is to use the analogy of the caterpillar and the butterfly. The caterpillar surrenders its old life, into itself, and something else emerges. Then, depending on trajectory, the butterfly transforms into an eagle, or perhaps a Phoenix. Perhaps it begins to embody more galactic essence. How does this happen, and is there a right path?

Ascension means many things to many people. Inner transformation is many things to many beings. We none of us know for sure. And yet, the wisdom of our Source Essence is infallible.

When I was little, all I wanted to do was to sing to Spirit, to celebrate the light. I was fortunate, in that my heart’s yearnings were understood…and perhaps not so fortunate in that I was taught to hide them. Those impulses mattered, more than anything else, and yet they were supposed to remain hidden. “We don’t talk to people out there about these things.” Wise words, actually, despite the patterns they set in motion.

Wouldn’t it be incredible to live in a world where we could simply BE and relate honestly from that being? We remember those worlds, you and I. Not all worlds are like this one. Lest we forget.

I remember having an absolute sense of ‘self.’ Self as Source Essence. So do you, if you’re honest, if you go deep enough. And, it had nothing to do with the world around you. You brought your essence here, to learn, to seed that love, and to integrate more and more Oneness.

Some of you have kept yours alive, all this time. Others have had it put through the wringer a bit. Well, haven’t we all? It is partly our nuggets of internal innocence who feel restless and rebellious at this time. Eris {dwarf planet} is assisting us with this transit. I love Pam Gregory’s description of her as a “street fighter for truth.” Such needed, long-awaited, truly welcomed, feistiness.

When the truth is pushed down, it acts as any inflatable pushed underwater. Sooner or later, when it works its way free of the sublimating pressure, the truth bursts toward the surface, free once more. Such is this transit. It will not be short, in linear Earth time. It will not be pretty. What it is, is spectacular!

Here it comes! The Solstice is almost upon us. What have we not yet relinquished? What heaviness has not dropped away from our inner light? What will allow us to flow with our own inner currents? This is what will support us and bless our newly awakening lives.

Of the dying patriarchy, I can remark that it is grasping, manipulating, and holding on with tooth and claw. When we do not let it dissolve, as it must, there is a reason. We are somehow tethered, usually addicted. And, this is almost always unconscious, {at least at this point}.