Autumn 2013

28.

You have been sent here to connect. To establish the bond with everything from the very basic. To taste the rawest forms of the experiences- the breath of the Earth, the movement, the feeling. Sometimes you choose to loose the path, because it feels too familiar; sometimes you just too afraid- because it feels way too real... Teach yourself to fish- take a chance- drop a hook- catch- establish the bond- commit and do your best- enjoy the fruits of the loom... That is what we came on Earth for. To realign with the breath, which feeds sunflowers in a valley; the breath, which plays with rays of sunshine in the abundance of an orange colour leaves this beautiful autumn... The breath, which switches on the stars and lifts the moon from the ocean... The breath, which makes volcanoes active- that subtle coral silky feeling for you to know- it is alive... For you to inspirit that power. For you to walk your way back to the Truth... Which awaits for you. Always was. Always will.


Pregnancy with Love... What a feeling! That is just another something, lacking words of the Earth. Physical feeling of something else way too real inside you... Comes all the way up from a base and stops at the heart level... There is no bond here yet. I feel vivid fear... of old... programming... what is this?... why is it here?...

I splash into tears... So heavy this fear, so big...

 

'Do not cry, dear angel. Do not be afraid... You have been very brave to come here. You did very well. Go back to the moonlight and rest now...'


So much of it all. One gives birth to another one- in connections, in bonds, in commitments. To point the bond between the green meadows and explosion of little white flowers in them... Like you see every summer in Ireland... To understand the connection we have to establish here- with Love. Which, also- was, is and always will be... Next to your thought of a moment...

Alive I shine...

 

(Different roles?

Nurturing?

Trust VS mistrust??

What is an intimate trust???)

 

Hot flashes continuing...

by Brigita Stasun