Beloved Star of Worlds, We are turning to the doorways that we must, there is little time but for the unique pathway beneath our feet, tawny moccasins treading the path, a mosaic of sapphire and moonstone underfoot ~ the visions that are known to you
There is some becoming that is underway, the New Solar Self of your own I Am radiance
In the ceremony that has been foretold, and used to lie before you and within you like a dream, there is now no distance, you are moving through its vanishing point, into its reality
Less and less real does the outer seem, of the reality that does not stem from the Soul ~ it is fading, fragile, and when we make our journeys there, there is the acuteness of unreality, instability. And more than anything, the impossibility of walking within the limits of a dream that we never meant to make our own
We are returning to the liquid fire of freedom, as the old control is breaking up, a pure and Immortal Starlight White...