Flow On

So. 

Saturn, Timekeeper and fallen Father of the Gods, is turning retrograde, set squarely on the Galactic Center. 

We are entering into day 11 of the Lunar cycle. Day of the Dragon. Fire breathing serpent of Cosmic Power.

No big deal.
Just epic levels of surging energy calling us inward, and supporting our momentum towards transformation. 

Did I mention self-care?
I'm mentioning it again. 

If things are falling apart, if you are finding yourself physically, emotionally, spiritually, ethereally drained, or in pain.
Stop.
Just stop.
Drop everything, and fill your own cup.
Turn inward, and be present with the parts of your existence which are surfacing, ripe for transmutation. 

In this supercharged, Galactic transformation period - if suffering, chaos, struggle are coming up, these are loving guideposts, pointing you to what is ready to be healed. 

Where does it hurt?
Go there.
Get very quiet, and listen to what messages want to come through. 
Your wounds need little, save your compassionate presence, in order to be alchemized into wholeness. 

Let's just be crystal clear here:
There is a yawning chasm of difference between acknowledging, and honoring our pain, in order to lovingly heal it... and identifying with it, becoming attached to it.

When we become habituated to suffering. When we absorb that which hurts us into our identity, we become stuck in deeply chiseled habit grooves of pain.
Of "this is my story, and that's just the way it is".

"My story".
Consider these words.
To take a story, and attach it to our Sacred Self with such an anchor as to call the story "me".
What a thing!

We are not stories. 
We are limitless energetic potential. 

For many years, the larger portion of 3 decades, this Sacred Vessel told and retold the story of "I was born to suffer".
When any Being tried to help heal the wounds which were carried, the ego would rise up as if being attacked. "You are cutting at the very foundation of who I am" is the feeling which would resonate. 

Who "I" am is pain?
What convoluted, contorted bullshit is this?

You see, I identified with the stories, and forgot my True Nature. 
Until I remembered. 
Until I came home.

One of the lifetimes which this Sacred Soul journeyed to and through, was that of a medicine man, called Tlcitlcaou.
A gifted healer, he was able to draw out the vibrational root of any ailment -no matter how dire- and alter the resonant signature of his patient through touch, thus curing countless forms of dis-ease.
Tlcitlcaou fell ill, and nearly passed from life prematurely, because he became attached to the identity of "healer". His story began to define him.
This created a blockage in his energetic channel and stopped the current of vibration which flowed TO him, from flowing THROUGH him. All the dis-ease he had drawn out of others stagnated within his own field. 

He found wisdom and salvation on the banks of the Sacred Water. The flow of the river ran through the riverbed, was shaped within it, guided by it... and then flowed on, unchanged. 

Be like unto a river, Cherished Kin. 
Flow to and through life's experiences. Acknowledge the struggle, acknowledge the ease.
Honor each piece fully, love it completely, allow it to shape you, guide you, change you.
Then, flow on.

Hold equal compassion for joy and pain.
Hold the hands of strangers and lovers with an equal grip.

Letting go with reverence is the greatest gift we can offer ourselves, our ancestors, and our children's children. 

Deep breaths, Beloveds. 
We are Cosmic CoCreators in this glorious Continuum. 
We get to choose how this Great Unfolding plays out.

Know this.
You were not born to suffer.
You were made to thrive.
It's in your bones, your blood, your heartbeat. 

You are deserving of love and bliss, on every conceivable level. 

You hold the keys.

You are seen.
You are held.
You are protected. 
You are loved.

You are living Light. 

You got this.  

I Love You. 
We are Love, Limitless. 
Always, and in All Ways. 
❤ 
© EJB 2017