~ Is birthing light. Duality has burst its seams, and our multi-dimensional natures are upon us.

It is not best to rise above the fray but to rest deeply within the supporting currents of these tides.

There is yet another lunation tomorrow. This is not a case of “here we go again” nor of “what’s next?” I find myself lost in this image, dissolving into the majesty of a freshly illumined life. What clarity there may be comes from the depths of what might be. I am content to rest and reset within these silent waves of wonder.

What was happening? The fluorite piece she had put about her neck shattered into a million pieces, yet there it shone. Inner sight showed the brilliant seams and threadlike cracks. The mirror showed nothing of the kind. Grasping the stone in her palm, she could feel the schisms. Why had it not fallen to pieces? Why did it appear whole and sound?

This morning’s contemplation drifted around wisdom teaching and what that might be as all things become new, and around the burgeoning plethora of mystical teachers, experiences, and all sorts, available. The phrase, and perhaps the practice of “Wisdom Teaching” is, at best, an oxymoron anyway. It seems that the ‘truth’ that all things in Earth School are our teachers is literally coming to light, furthered by social media.

Most transformations are first felt, and by the time the mind catches up, we often lose the wonder.
What if we began each day with the wonder of life? The wonder of nature’s wisdom? The wonder of our own threads with its weave?

Perception is everything. It can help to remember that all perceptions form from Infinite points of view. As we gestate and our distortions dissolve, so do our lenses of perception. The more we insist on seeing life in certain ways, the more we create opportunities for Source to demolish those narrow bands of perception.

All gestations first require a heart opening. Incoming energies require a vibrational welcome mat. Gaia has lit the homeward-guiding beacons at this time. We are melting into an inner gestation that will forge what is to come. These activities happening simultaneously within our bodies takes most of our energy. We need to let this happen.

Honoring our Source essence goes beyond the post-new-age concept of cultivating self-love. While self-love is an important baby step, as the Chorus Line lyric goes, “that ain’t it kid, that ain’t it kid.” Most people don’t get that far. This world is all about learning what resonates and what does not, and that can keep one fully occupied for a lifetime.

What’s Coming up? Not next, but right now? Funny, I first typed ‘bot’ instead of ‘not.’ No joke there!
Surfacing, in order to burn off, are all of the persistent, mechanically designed patterns we chose this life to learn from. These patterns are lived out first through events, then in consciousness so that we can witness what they are in place to teach us, then we cycle past once more from within the function of the Observer.

Some of us were born between the worlds so long ago that time has no meaning. We live not with a foot in ‘each world,’ as though there were two only, but between them all. We infuse our essence into whatever form, time, or place suits our gifts and abilities. We do this in order to learn and to share. In that process, we ladle light as only we can do.

As I meditated with Kali for years on end, various bits of this image spoke to me. Ultimately, we are all flowers in the hand of the Goddess. Source, if you prefer that terminology.

Reality is different now. And it keeps on changing.
“…Le jour de gloire est arrivé.” Second line lyric from La Marseillaise. Today is Bastille Day and all. I have beloved friends who live in France, so echoes of their traditional holiday play out a bit in my field. The funny part is that this is currently true. The “day” of glory has arrived. The day of inner recognition of light is at hand. Seems not, right?