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This. Is. PIVOTAL.

A choice point.
A singularity.

A potent moment, at which we are all offered a CRYSTAL CLEAR picture of what no longer serves.
Collectively shown one FINAL opportunity to dive back into obsolete programming.

Are you ready, Beloved?
Are you willing to look EVERYTHING which once amplified the siren song of suffering, square in it's familiar face?
To declare, in absolute certainty and Sacred sovereignty, "we're DONE here."
To pass THROUGH the portal.
To truly BECOME the (R)EVOLUTION.

To breathe a new timeline of EPIC PROPORTIONS, into being.
To at long last, fully EMBODY your destiny.

Here's the thing.
The echoes of the past remain.
Æons of tremendous turmoil and recalculated cataclysms.
Pain, loss, exceeding the scope of reason.
Entire civilizations swallowed up, in SOUL RENDING sorrow.
The YOU who bore witness to The Fall, who watched the tower crumble, is still there.
Frozen in time.
Gripped by fear and anguish. 
Helpless. 
Hopeless.

Your New Earth self, though. 
You hold the capacity to choose a wholly different path, and in doing so, FREE your ENTIRE ancient lineage, beyond the reach of tangible memory. 
Beyond the shadows of recorded history.

THIS is the pivotal moment of which the Ancestors foretold.
This is the Sap Spring.

The Epoch of undying winter is coming to a timely END.
Beneath the long frozen snow caps, NEW GROWTH is inching, incrementally upward.
The green shoots are tender, yet DETERMINED.

There is NO stopping this shift.
The once soft whisper of renewal is rising, building to a constant, undeniable hum, and the tired drums of war will soon be altogether drowned out.

Remember, Beloved.
NOW is the time.
HERE is the place.
Listen to the infallible KNOWING buried DEEP within your bones, and breathe into the TRUTH that you ARE the one you've been waiting for.

You HOLD the codes.
You ARE the keys.

Remember, wisdom keeper.
You very DNA runs WILD with the flow of remembrance, and all this WORLD waits with baited breath for your continued awakening.

Remember, luminous One. 
Your light is that which sets the world free.

The way is lit.
The skein is cut.
The ink is dry.

We stand, poised at the threshold, Beloved.

No turning back.

© EJB 2018