Candle on my mind

Songbirds fell sweet, chirping cute little chirps, while our hearts were on fire. The healing, from great tragedy, is the walk through sacred fire.

We are not here to make it easy. Or to pull out violins upon victims’ woes. The centuries we walked not knowing we were faeries amongst giants who lived to rob, beg and rape our lands and our homes.

We didn’t know there were gentle giants amongst them who saw everything. And now, we walk through the dark moon, without taking the fears of the past. Because now we know, that we were never, we never are, alone.

Those who raise us, are great and powerful spirits. Larger than any of these midgets who think that we are on their timeline. That our eternal light can be extinguished. That we will ever be desperate.

We get frustrated, we pick up agitations. But we never lose our souls.

The right formulae for powerful integration, of sacral energies towards the heart and crown, must also flow through the passage of our songbird pipe. For when we put our energies into expressions, they are powered by divine light. That is not something to be disrespected. Unless you’re a complete idiot and have no sense of divinity. No sense of God.

And yet, to us, my dear soul tribe, all of God. But for that expression which forces us to awaken, we pay homage to God only. And we thank our Holy Spirit, for the great calling.

We thank Holy Spirit, for the divine invitation, for helping us build a straight pillar for our place here on this sacred planet.

And we wait, with reverence, as we always do, for divine justice.