[This was channeled through me hours after I watched a video about lies being masked as truths about the quality of our healthcare system. It shook me to my core, and turned me into more of an activist than I usually am. Here’s the LINK to that video. The next day, after I’d calmed down, the following words of hope were given to me.]
As often occurs in the early morning hours, I was asked to sit up in bed and write, so I did. I first saw a visual of a lot of tall, burned out trees still standing in a once-lush forest. I was told they represent, “a lot of the burned-out remnants of what we once called leaders.”
“This, too, shall pass,” the voice in my head told me. The following words were then given to me by that voice, and I carefully wrote every word that was said on the pad of paper that’s always next to my bed.
When truth hatches amid a batch of lies, it’s as if the ground is shaking beneath your feet. The “firm foundation” you once thought you were standing on has been shaken to the core. “Belief-sters” come out of the woodwork, spouting various versions of the truth for all to see. The real truth stands tall, survives the storm, the tirades, the back-peddlers who are trying to right their ship of lies, as “heaven” shows itself through the clouds that slowly begin to part, exposing truths long waited for. The playing field has been leveled. Those who speak only remnants of the truth are exposed by the breaking of the waves. Caught without their “life boats,” they sink to the bottom, like so many fish who lost the oxygen they used to breathe.
The pharmaceutical gods and goddesses wade into the frackus, yelling all manner of predictive nonsense, bobbing like buoys on a sea tarnished by the lies of the masses. Lies that have no purpose other than to stand as light posts on their way to instant doom. All floats on the surface of the tainted waters, in hopes of finding a secure, long-lasting place to take root and start again; this time with no umbrella to block the light that shines on us.
The turmoil subsides; momentarily at first, as waves of tumult wash out into the sea and become one with the ever-uprising power of balance, inherent in our own Mother Earth. And quiet comes, to welcome us home; servants to the earth, wind, fire and water that bathe and cleanse us daily. Is the storm over? Not yet . . . not until all tumult subsides within those who have survived this storm of the ages.
Is now the time when we can finally relax and build our lives around principals of harmony and jubilance? Can we now dance the dances of praise and honor without slipping on the banana peels strategically placed by insurgent hands, whose sole desire was to speak the angry words of the ancestors who lost their so-called “firm footing” when truth came to live on the surface of man’s disturbed minds? Are we safe from their conniving minds, jealous hearts, and souls who lost their way eons ago? What can we do to calm the souls of those known as the “living dead,” who once walked aimlessly, gathering what fruit they could find under the trees of big bosses and unkind relatives who walk the streets with emptiness in their hearts? What of them, and their restless souls? Is there any rest for the wicked?
As I walk to the gardens each day, I ask that same question. The answer comes to me in a song. “Truth, love, peacefulness and joy lives in every breath I take.” Keep singing that song. Stay true to yourself. Hold honor high. Climb the mountains of your soul and share your journey with those ready to listen. Today is a good; as is tomorrow, and the next. Those lost once in tumult have a way of coming back to their senses, when they have good examples to follow.
The circle of life flows, so flow gently with it. Passion for the good life lives in the hearts and minds of all. Sometimes it takes longer to reach that pinnacle than once surmised. So do not lose hope. Have faith in yourself, and speak truth always. What to do next will be shown to those who listen well, love hard, push beyond their limits, and create a bed of safety for those who are either too young or too old to take good care of themselves.
The thread of life connects us all, no matter how thin it gets from time to time. Weave that thread into a piece of beauty, and pass it on to someone who values it, as you, too, move down life’s many paths of glory. The sun rises and sets each day, as do you.
My time with you is brief. My message has been shared. Thank you for receiving it; now I’m gone – to wander the trails of everywhere, with a song in my heart, and a smile from ear to ear. I am joy personified, and I live in the hearts of all.
Blessings, my dear sister; job well done.
~ Once the channeling was complete I asked the voice I my head, “Who are you?” and it said to me, “I am the voice that never stills. Thanks for listening.” And then it was gone.