A message from my Higher Self to myself


Let go of the identity you so dearly cling to
What use is it in the year of our undoing?
Let go of the narratives of separation
Did you write them? Does it matter? Do they serve you?
Pull a thread from the Matrix (the tapestry of illusion you call reality)
Watch it unravel in the fire of Truth
Fear is a choice
and it will be harvested
 Used as thread 
Weaving and weaving the dream spell of
“This is the way it has always been, and the way it shall always be. Your only choice is red or blue. ‘They’ are the enemy. Fight amongst yourselves.  Your salvation lies outside of yourself. Consume. Sleep. Repeat.”

Wake Up

Shake this spell from your Divine Self
 Unplug from groupthink 
See the deception and
Come back into 
Your Heart

Choose Love

Over and over and over
Choose Love

You are a creator
You are here to create 
The New Earth

Not by trying to convince people of anything 
(that is your ego)

But by Embodiment

Your frequency speaks 
Louder than words

There are people around you who will continue to choose Fear
It is a seductive and powerful energy
This choice is not wrong
It simply is

This narrative is very Loud at the moment 
and people are
Addicted to Chaos
Whether they are aware if it or not 


Allow all choices to exist without judgment
It is in this allowing that you will experience 
True Freedom


Beloved, you are not here by accident
You are a unique expression of
The Divine Mind of God

Remember this
and 
watch your whole reality 
Shift

You are loved
You are loved
You are loved

You are Love
You are Love
You are Love


























 


 

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