The Set Up

So.

Leading into the close of this epic eclipse window.

Early morning double-Pisces-New-Moon-Solar-eclipse party, coming at us.
This energetic charge is palpable. 
The silence is deafening. 
The veils are down… not just thin, down.
Gone. 
Kaput.

You could cut this energy with a knife, if you so chose.

The dis-ease is purging. 
The Cosmos is preparing. 

We are being set up.
...not for failure. For flight. 

Intimacy. 
Openness. 
Vulnerability. 
Refuge.
Home.
The permission to just… be.
Acceptance as we exist right now, without drive to be anything more, or anything less.

This. 
This is what the Collective is craving. 

This is what we have all longed for…
For what feels like eons.

Here.
Is one of the greatest challenges of this pivotal point in the Cosmic Continuum. To find the precarious, yet peaceful place of perfect balance between giving up, and striving to alter that which is.
To show up with dedicated, focused intent in the creation process, without an ounce of attachment to our actions’ outcome.

To witness one's own Self, another Being, or the whole blessed Collective… without shying away from one iota of what we see. To embrace and embody every bit of this existence, while simultaneously holding sacred, receptive space for radical, tremendous, fucking miraculous transformation.

Change is constant. 
All is in a consistent state of Universal flux.
When we become convinced that we must drive that which we do not “like” to change, or inhibit that which we do “like” from changing… we suffer. 

Clinging and aversion.
Not a new idea.
That said, it is often more fluid in the realm of philosophical thought, than that of active practice. 

Here.
“I”. “Me”. “My” body.
This Sacred, blessed body has brought so many magnificent lessons into light. 
To look upon the path which came before. So much chronic suffering. Such seemingly endless rivers of pain. So much dis-ease.

Doctors, upon doctors, upon specialists, who led me to believe that this life was nothing more than agony, mildly mitigated through maintenance medication.

Until I turned to the innate, inner wisdom which was waiting patiently. 
Until I listened to this Sacred Vessel, and heard her softly weeping “just be with me, just love me as I am”.

Presence.
Not pharmaceutical intervention. 
Not surgical procedure. 
Not even herbal remedy.
Not any attempt to fix, cure, undo, restrain, or rearrange. 

Holding space.
Gentle, loving, compassionate, judgment-free space.

This was the miracle which saved “me” from a continued lifetime of untold ailment. 

When all impetus to change, or cure that which had previously been viewed as pathology was released, and the choice was made to instead view all symptoms which arose as love letters from a body whose only language lay in feeling…
Low, that which was viewed to be illness melted away, as snow in the Spring Sun Star light. 

“Just be with me.”

At this pivotal point in the Cosmic Continuum. In witnessing this precious world, ourselves, one another, it is easy to see suffering. It is easy to perceive brokenness. It is natural to feel a pull towards “fixing”.
It can indescribably difficult to be soul-fully present with the level of intensity which we are all engaged in.

That said, it is what we are all calling in.
Presence. 
Acceptance. 
Home.

Here is the challenge which we get to step up to.
To gift ourselves that which we seek.
To look within with unwavering clarity, and in doing so… lovingly embody the totality of what is showing up under the umbrella of identity in this moment. 

Then, from that space of pure and compassionate self-awareness, step into our most high. Our highest good. The shining example of Divinity which is ripe and ready to be brought forth from each of our Sacred Hearts.

Breathe, Beloveds. 
This is where we allow ourselves to be guided back to our Glorious selves. 
This is where fate steps in. 

This is where we bid a fond farewell to Darkness, and step forward with Purpose.

We are in this together, and we have a majestic legion of Galactic backup behind us.

We are coming home. 
Seriously serious. 

We got this… promise. 

This is where the story gets really, truly juicy. 
I love you all so relentlessly. 

I see you. 
I feel you. 
I believe in you. 

We are love, limitless. 
Always, and in all ways. 
❤ 
© EJB 2017