Warm Greetings to everyone on the 90 Day Program for Transmuting the Constitutional Pattern! I am really excited to be doing this with all of you in this form. It feels like we are laying a foundation GLOBALLY this time, as last time it felt like we were laying it more LOCALLY.
For those who have not seen them, we sometimes are visited by special "clouds" that are commonly known to be Pleiadian ships (cloud ships). They have not appeared in our skies for some time, the last time was during the Anasazi Journey events here in October.
For several weeks now, I have been getting little impulses that said "we are coming with the 90 Day Program". Imagine my delight when I opened my eyes this morning to look out the windows at a sky full of cloud ships! I am so feeling the synchronicity around us!
Reading Lidsey888's post, I realized that we have to go through the emotion, doubt, and disillusionment that accompanies death (the death of an old form), in order to clear the way for the radiant new forms we are embodying in this time. I feel the cycle of clearing these old feelings getting quicker and shorter, and growing in intensity. More like releasing light patterns instead of heavy matter patterns.
I am in love with the ascension process right now-feeling ever more light in my physical body and as if we are on the brink of an experience on this planet that has been dreamed of for eons. Do you feel it too?
Blue Thunder is expressing gratitude that his bead locations are in harmony with his daily life and shoes this time around. I guess that has not always been the case!
I am holding a space for each of us in the next week or so to offer just a little info on the energies you are personally working with through this 90 days.
We will be offering a song (Red Earth song) at 11:11 our time tomorrow (9:11 am AK time, 8:11 am HI time, 1:11 pm East Coast time) to call in the Ancestors and bring connection to all of us doing this work. Please join us if you feel it.
Love to all life,
Kachina
Monday, February 15
Ode to Love Lost.
Up at the crack of dawn, actually a little before dawn. Awake, wide awake. Thoughts everywhere.
I'm thinking about you, remembering a simpler time when we had thought we found each other and were even more motivated to embrace and take on this world, now that we were together. Where are you now? What have I done!? As I think about you my mind remembers the fantasy that it needs to to believe all was perfect. My body tells me a different story. And now, as I am unable to ignore the intelligence of my body and unable to silence its words expressed to me through the art of degrees of sensation, I cling to my mental fantasy for it is all I have left!
I wounder how much of this is you and how much of this is me not wanting to let go of the new habits I had adopted since inviting you in. I feel lost without these habitual patterns. Waking up to an email from you, meeting at the coffee shop, amazing walks through nature, tea and movie nights all so blissful and simple. Now gone, dissipated almost as quickly as they were created.
A test in my willingness to remain open and non-attached. But I am attached!? Partially to you and partially to the memory I have created of you that is only a sliver shy of the truth. All that is left now is me, alone in my moment, weaving between my emotions which teeter between paralyzing and invigorating.
Where is my heart, where is my home? Why does this fog just keep getting thicker and thicker!
How much longer do I need to be tested? What else can I possibly sacrifice? Is it worth it?
But its too late now to go back. I've already given everything up if I lose the ability to trust then I will have really lost it all. I can't think anymore, unfortunately I can't sleep either.
So I lay here staring off into space, wiping tears away and compulsively checking my e-mail to see if you wrote. Nothing.
I'm thinking about you, remembering a simpler time when we had thought we found each other and were even more motivated to embrace and take on this world, now that we were together. Where are you now? What have I done!? As I think about you my mind remembers the fantasy that it needs to to believe all was perfect. My body tells me a different story. And now, as I am unable to ignore the intelligence of my body and unable to silence its words expressed to me through the art of degrees of sensation, I cling to my mental fantasy for it is all I have left!
I wounder how much of this is you and how much of this is me not wanting to let go of the new habits I had adopted since inviting you in. I feel lost without these habitual patterns. Waking up to an email from you, meeting at the coffee shop, amazing walks through nature, tea and movie nights all so blissful and simple. Now gone, dissipated almost as quickly as they were created.
A test in my willingness to remain open and non-attached. But I am attached!? Partially to you and partially to the memory I have created of you that is only a sliver shy of the truth. All that is left now is me, alone in my moment, weaving between my emotions which teeter between paralyzing and invigorating.
Where is my heart, where is my home? Why does this fog just keep getting thicker and thicker!
How much longer do I need to be tested? What else can I possibly sacrifice? Is it worth it?
But its too late now to go back. I've already given everything up if I lose the ability to trust then I will have really lost it all. I can't think anymore, unfortunately I can't sleep either.
So I lay here staring off into space, wiping tears away and compulsively checking my e-mail to see if you wrote. Nothing.
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