Low-Pressure System

So.

I don't even know where to begin.

There's a storm brewing. 
Actually, it has been brewing for quite a while… the storm is now upon us. We're in the outflow boundary.

If observation of weather, water, or the Cosmic Continuum can teach us anything, it can reveal this: shifts in density are always encircled by systems of highly energetic activity. The more intense that a shift in the density of any given substance is, so the more energetic and high speed the frenzy of activity ensuing around said shift will be.

Think low-pressure systems. 
Think hurricanes.
Think vortices in oceanic currents.
Think black holes.

We're coming into a low-pressure system. 
A tremendous shift in density.

There's a Godblessed giant five-pointed web of geometric complexity forming in the heavens right now. 
I'm telling you. 
If we went through each one of the conjunctions, oppositions, trines, sextiles currently aligning… we would be here all night, and likely more than half of the beautiful Beings who follow these posts would unfollow this profile, just before they were put to sleep.
If you wanna talk about it, hit me up. Otherwise...

Suffice it to say: it is b i g.
It's an eclipse. 
A fucking epic eclipse.
22 degrees Leo/22 degrees Aquarius. 
It's firing directly at the Galactic Center, people.
It's a spike in activity within our planet's neural network. 
It's a global finger in the power outlet.
It's a farewell kiss to Darkness. 
It's a radical welcome party for the New Way.

The Fates are already well into weaving this grand tapestry. The skeins have been spun, measured and cut. The warp has been strung and the weft is under way.

Who here is having a hellish hard time sleeping? Show of hands?
Who here cares for small humans whose energy levels have been unusually elevated, and kinda sorta freakishly high-strung?
Who here is feeling like a motherloving live wire?

Yes?
Yes.
It may have been mentioned before… this is the Big Time.

Of late, this Heart has been dwelling a great deal in remembered wisdom of childhood. 
Of innocence.
Before the frequency of self-doubt had become deeply ingrained.

Primarily thinking about the keen recognition in the very early years of this life, of magic work being an innate ability.
All that it took -my wise child Self realized- to manifest the deepest, and most audacious of desires; thus becoming a truly active participant in the co-creation of reality… was to show up to transmuting a given wish into existence with every last ounce of heartfelt enthusiasm which could possibly be called in… without allowing for a single shred of attachment to potential outcomes of the action.

This soul has always known the alchemy contained within the powerful combination of dedication and surrender.

This Heart has also been recently delving deeply into remembrances of swimming in the ocean. Of watching the waves rolling in.

Communion with Mama Ocean was always a dynamic, actively shifting affair.
As each wave rose up into view, there was a moment of mindful assessment and quick decision. A choice point. 
A small wave; just allow it to break around me...
A larger wave; turn my back to it, dig my heels into the sand, and brace for impact... 
An enormous wave; center, breathe deep, and dive underneath it.

This vessel has not swum in the ocean for a greater expanse of space and time than this heart currently cares to count, but dreams of those enormous waves still visit often.
No matter how tremendously high the swells tower, no fear enters into the dream space.

For the Truth of wise child within knows without a sliver of doubt that -no matter what- mindfulness and presence are steadfast guides… and when in need of direction, diving under the waves is always a good option.

The wisdom of childhood trusts.
The Truth of wise child holds to faith that however intimidating a wave may seem, it will pass, and we will inevitably encounter newfound ease in its wake.

Breathe, Beloveds.

Fill up your cup. Be deeply present and profoundly compassionate with your Self.
Rest. 
Allow for the easeful release of that which weighs you down.
Heaviness will not serve us where we are headed.

We will weather this storm, and we will emerge from this choice point stronger, wiser, and more connected Beings.
We are being led.
We are being called up.
We are coming Home.

We get to ride, or dive under these waves.
We get to have faith that the Cosmos would never set us up for failure. 
We get to arrive in Purpose with unwavering, audacious enthusiasm.
We get to abandon all attachment.

We get to work magic. 
For really real. 
Seriously serious.

We are alchemists. 
We are Starstuff. 
We were born for this.

We are the Rising.

I love you. 
I believe in us. 
We are L O V E, limitless. 
Always, and in all ways.

© EJB 2017

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