Lightworkers Rising
25 November 2023· 7 min read· 3 min reflection

Lightworkers Rising

Hey. How's it going?

I'm Hangin' in there. I'm holding on. Are you holding on? ..As if there were something to hold on to.

Lookie here. We seem to be free falling through time and space. Debry from exploded star systems blasting through the galaxies. A billion clutters of rock cutting through the Interstellar clouds, on a transcendental slaughter of the planet. Eminent death surrounds us at all times, like angels of death. She beckons us with her wooing voices through the mists to the ears of those who are fighting and dying in the wars. Their intestines dangling from their stomaches, as they scream for their mothers.

May their souls shine on for eternity. I see you twinkling in the skies, oh beautiful ones. Teach us how to live in grace and I will devote my feet to the passings of your teachings.

So let go. You're gonna die. You're gonna experience pain and despair. It's gonna be excruciating. You will probably wish you were dead more than a thousand times. You WILL make it! You will be grateful when you find any crutch you can lean on, no matter the cost. Dogs eat dogs, especially when they're desperate. Honour peoples boundaries. Do what you must. Do what is right. Trust in your inner guidance. Express your needs to people. Realise you are wanted in the tribe. Needed. You play a vital role in this planetary realignment of our collective vibration. Every brother and sister is needed in the greatest ascension of the species ever embarked upon. Yes that includes you. You reading this. Are you with me? Don't pretend you're not good enough for this. I see you doubting. So come out from behind the shadows where we can see your lovely faces 🙂

Will you take my hand as we stand at the edge of oblivion, as we gaze into one another's eyes, the sounds start to muffle and sound distant. Time starts to slow down. Your eye lashes slowly blink. Sparkles emit from the eyes of your soul. A teardrop starts to form in the corner of my eyes. The harsh winds daunting. We smile. Duvs flutter into the distant sunsets. We know that I am you and you are me. We are one.

We let go into the void, our lives flash before our eyes, all the memories, all the rejoices. We get swallowed up, and we become nothing. Eternal Emptiness. .................................. And then we become EVERYTHING. We blossom, we spread our wings and fly, we rise from the ashes, masters of our Destiny that we are, and we live out our lives to our maximum potential.

So with what you have in your life, you live it to the best of your abilities. You thrive to the thousands. You reach for the stars, realise the stars as yourselves and bring them home to your hearts and catalyse them into your reality. This is your life. So live it! Honour the wisdom of our ancestry. They are everybody's ancestors. Channel in their powers into you. You are powerful beyond fathomable.

You live your life how you choose! Don't give that to anybody. NEVER! You just be your self. Your guides will assist you in this.

As you open your eyes and you take a breath in, you start to see. The unity in all things. You exhale. The souls all resonating on your cosmic orbit. Allies, left right and centre. Light Workers Rising! I couldn't avoid them even if I tried! Karma guides me to my Light Tribe. Stepping out of my comfortable introverted safe haven/prison.

Wait a minute. facepalm Are you saying these souls had been around me awaiting me this whole time? And that all I had to do was open my eyes, and see beyond the grasp of my tormented thoughts. To see what is, and to not project my fears. I must always embrace my fears. And to bring their weary longings home to love to be alchemised into something greater. So that I can regain my Clear North, and not be projecting from a trauma based reaction, resulting into toxicity, and conflict upon those I love.

They say meet reality on realities terms. Supreme reality. The innate isness of all things before man came and tried to make it fit him. Man thinks he needs to run from the shadows, to fight the shadows. Man is creating mass suffering on this planet as a result of this. And so we look to politics and vote one puppet over the other, left wing or right wing, still fulfilling the orders of the Elites who pilate the same plane. While we grind. And so we grind.

We're only as needy as our unmet needs. Our only unmet need is God. Nothing else. Yet everything else. Call it as you will. Unconditional Love is the closest word I can use to describe the feeling of God.

I'm craving so much. I'm starving. Yearning. Anyone else feel this?! I try and fill the void up with adventures, foods, sassafras, women, masturbation, music, mens circle, Shaktipat, Ayahuasca, Cannabis and anything and everything. But nothing can fill that void in the core of my being.

Only I can set sail into that Void. I've collided with many IceBergs on my Titanic cosmic journey through the darkness. Most have been fatal. I break down and fall onto my knees more times than I can count on a weekly basis. Am I enough!? I plead to existence as it answers with silence. Trying to find unity within the ship. Different parts of me trying to control the situation, fighting for the wheel. Anger, resentment, jealousy, fears, shame, despair. Taming myself, but not suppressing. My inner Knights of the Round Table. Coming together, so that I, the King, can seek their council, consider all necessary importances and then take action.

I'm still learning. I was just put in front of the wheel one day after being birthed through the Mother Ship to stumble into the material realm. A bit like being fired out of a cannon into this World. This is not Heaven as I imagined. Where's my infinite love I signed up for before agreeing to this life? Where is it? Did I get the wrong incarnation? I was aiming to live in the Golden Ages.

But I guess I was needed earlier to help the human species to move through it's mass Dark Night of the Soul. I'm just doing my thing. Doing what I can. Lifting up the collective spirit. Speaking my truth. Stepping into Conscious Leadership where there is none. Elders guiding me in that one step at a time. I don't want to lead, but I look around and see where proper leadership is lacking. Must I fulfill this role?

I did what I could with the guidance of what was available to me growing up. I lost communication with my parents, to which I have now rekindled, I had no friends, no allies. I had to make it my own way, until the Day I discovered Ayahuasca in the Amazon Rainforest with Don Gino in 2020. The Ayahuasca spirit guided me to Glastonbury where my tribe awaits.

Still a couple karma bonfires to burn within, only for the ashes to dwindle in eternal memory. Akashic records on tap to relish in within my heart whenever I choose. I recall what it was like when I was less free. So many areas in my past where I have felt enslaved within myself. like a vicious monster on chains devouring me up from within. Guarded by the tyrant of fear. I still have many energies and traumas to clear. Blockages that prevent me from connecting from those I love, and most importantly myself, and thus God.

I love everyone. I love you. I'm sorry we've ever had beef.

Thank you. ❤️

Lightworkers Rising

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