She cries I need you to hear me. Ring, ring, ringing in the ears. A signal, an alarm, of a time still coming, of a transformation we are already in. We cry We need Them to hear us. Bang, bam, boom, the drums are sounding and THEY have moved to the frontlines. Do you hear the call, clear, release, embrace, replenish. Crash, crumble, crack, all will need to fall. Like a Phoenix from the fire we are rising up, opening to the luminous love light of the one. Aho! The ancestors stand with us. They will not stand for this anymore. Neither should you, neither should we, neither should they. She screams Dont you remember, you are Me and I Am You. We sob We dont love ourselves enough anyways to change. Wake up, good morning. Love.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 16:45:54 +0000