Mystic-Oracle // Raindrop Technique // I see light in a dark world // When up is down & down is up, will you change the atmosphere or will it change you? ✨😉✨
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If you want to get to know me, take a stroll down my account. It’s all laid out there. The good, the bad, the ugly. I basically wear my heart on my sleeve. If it doesn’t coalesce for you, then I’m not your people. But if I am, do stop by and say hello. ✨💖✨
Cool breeze, blue skies, geese flying overhead. Good morning from The Treehouse. It’s going to be a majickal day! ✨🌹✨
Sometimes the day is dark.
You slip and find yourself falling back into a deep crevice of your abyss, wondering if you’re failing again.
It’s ok to fail.
Even the best climbers have moments when their footing slips and they lose ground.
It’s part of life here in this desolate place.
Love yourself anyway.
Sometimes the day is dark.
You look up from the roots you’ve grown in the midst of the rocky place and see that the branches are bare.
No fruit.
Not even a leaf.
It’s scary to look at.
What in the world did you miss?
You didn’t miss anything.
Sometimes this place strips you bare.
New growth will come.
Love yourself anyway.
Sometimes the day is dark.
And that’s ok.
Without the darkness we can’t see the stars.
Use the time to cultivate genuine gratitude.
Let gratitude be the stars in your darkness.
Be grateful for the depth of your feelings—all of them.
Each one serves a purpose.
Let them.
And love yourself anyway. ✨❤️🩹✨
Live brave.
Or live afraid.
God calls you to live brave.
The enemy in your mind calls you to live afraid.
One choice asks for your courage. Courage that brings joy, peace, and safety.
The other steals it.
Steals your courage along with your joy, your peace, and your safety.
The choice is yours.
Make no mistake.
Your choice will have a ripple effect.
Your choice will affect the lives of others and that’s on you.
Choose wisely.
Both choices have a price.
Spend wisely.
Don’t cast your pearls before swine.
A man once asked his sweetheart to marry him and come away with him to a place where they had no money, no home, and no job.
They chose to be brave because they had faith—in each other and in God.
They lived a beautiful life.
Full. Vibrant. Blessed.
Live brave or live a lie.
Because God doesn’t ask you to be a coward.
God asks you to live a life of faith.
God asks you to live brave.
You’ve been given the tools to live brave.
You don’t need tools to live afraid.
The choice is yours. ✨🌹✨
As I ate from a of bag of multicolored chips/crisps, one fell out right next to me. A heart, red even, as though to remind me that I am love, that love is with me always and in all ways. To remind me that love wins. I had cried every day for 42 days. The first four days I cried nonstop. I showed up every day greeted by Grief and I sat with her. I sat with the excruciating pain of sudden loss and I asked questions. Lots of questions. I doubted and denied. I argued and demanded answers that didn’t come. I went deep inside myself searching. I stayed.
At some point I could feel my guides again, could remember my connection to the divine. And through the purging tears, answers finally came. Not always what I wanted to hear. Not always comforting. The answers often gave me more questions. I still have questions. Yet at day 43 something shifted for me in a profound way. Just before I thought I had truly lost my mind, I found my feet and felt grounded for the first time. That’s when I knew I would be ok. No matter what happened I would be ok.
Some lessons are best learned through pain. It’s in learning to sit with it for the duration that delivers. I consider myself the queen of detaching, yet for this I chose to stay. To feel fully instead, no matter how much I wanted to leave. I gained new perspectives and an ability to observe my life in a way that I didn’t have before. That kind of observation brings clarity in the midst of all the noise. It’s a “crispness” of vision. That’s priceless.
My guides are hinting that I’ve still got work to do. I’ve made it over a pretty big mountain and that feels good. Persistence pays. Even in the face of great adversity. Especially in the face of great adversity. Choosing to stay with this level of pain and receive all of the growth it was offering was new and different for me. It’s part of the surrender and trust journey that I’ve been on. Maybe next time I’ll be able to meet Grief with a heart of gratitude for the beautiful lessons to come. For reminding me that I am love and my love stays. I only have to surrender and trust. I stay. ✨🌹✨
Can you hear her whisper? Calling you to come and run wild with her. Calling you to find your wild side and bring it forth. “Come,” she whispers. “Come.” She’s found her freedom and recognizes her wildness. It’s her authenticity, and no one and nothing will ever take it from her again. It’s there in her joy and in her sadness. It’s there in her peace and in her chaos. It’s there and it’s hers. She owns it, fully. And she calls you to own yours and join her.
Her every breath whispers “Come.” Every heartbeat calls your name. Can you hear it? It’s right there in the stillness. Listen with ears to hear. Let your soul hear her call. Soft yet powerful. It calls you to flip the script. Where you abandoned yourself, abandon the world’s expectations instead. Where you made yourself agreeable to fit into the comfort zone of others, remove the shackles that restrained your truth. “Come.” The stars beckon your brilliance.
Others may say that to run wild is irresponsible. They still see through their own glass walls that distort the truth of what they see. To run wild is to finally be true to yourself. To love yourself fully and hold no bars to that expression. You are not responsible for someone else’s inability to see, to hear. That is their own journey. To be able to fully be who you were created to be is the essence of freedom itself. And when we fully love ourselves, we can finally love others truthfully and authentically.
We can allow them to stand behind their glass walls because that is their choice in that moment. Love doesn’t shackle the freedom of others. It encourages the journey, knowing that every twist and turn of the river forges a path to the ocean. That is the beauty of this call — authentic presence, even imperfect, is the only requirement to be wild, to be free. “Come. Come.” Like the ocean calls to the river in whispers, “Come.” No instructions, no requirements, only “Come.” The river makes its own path to the estuary and the ocean receives all that it brings. That is love. That is freedom.
Hear her whispers, “Come.” Every heartbeat calls your name. Every breath whispers the call. Find the flow of your wilderness and sit with her under the stars. Let the moon illuminate your soul and sit in the beauty of being fully you, fully accepted. “Come,” she whispers. “Come.” ✨❤️🔥✨
Let the decorating begin. I’m finally ready to decorate The Treehouse. What better way than to start with the entrance…setting the tone. All God’s creatures are welcome here. ✨🌹✨
There are two souls in another dimension who are woven together as one by a golden cord. This golden cord is the path of their destiny and it vibrates with the potential of all that was, is, and can be.
Two hearts beat as one. A resonant frequency of the divine. This sacred union is almost too holy to behold. It’s two souls recreating the face of God together. Holy. Sacred. Love as the illuminating glow of the Creator’s light, placed into form. Perfected love that casts out fear. The loving dance of the Maker and the made.
Two souls as one, fearless, free, and wholly present in the Oneness. Face to face, inside one another. Living their remembered divinity. United. A powerful force — powerful enough to bend timelines and bring alignment simply by the frequency of the love that binds them together.
They dissolve shame and unworthiness, guilt and performance. None of that has a place here. Only truth. Only naked prayers whispered into eternity that call forth the fullness of who they truly are. Prayers that sing of sweet dominion in harsh realms where love wins over and over and over again. Dismantling the wreckage of yesterday and gently unshackling the armor of pain that’s been carried for far too long. Peace and ease run wild and free.
I see a vision of two souls woven together by a golden cord. A cord of destiny. A divine cord infused with the love of the Creator; indestructible; undeniable. A cord forged in the refining fire by God himself. The vision itself and all that it speaks of will bring you to your knees and wreck your heart. These two souls as one will humble you for ever doubting your value. They call you to awaken and “come up here.” They call you to remember you are worthy of love. They call you to remember that you are love. ✨🌹✨
Polyanna Please retweeted
The days ahead will be anything but calm.
We call on those who are aware of the greater shift taking place now, to share what you know.
When the noise rises, return to the heart. When fear tries to take hold, choose love. Do not allow the chaos outside you to become chaos within you.
The world has been shifting beneath the surface, the foundation of the old is trembling, and now it is time for the walls of the matrix to begin coming down.
Stay centered. Stay awake. Hold the light.
The storm may be loud; but the heart already knows the way through, and what awaits on the other side of the collapsing illusion.(Please repost)
