New Seeds

I am dreaming:

I am running light as the air over hundreds of linked geometric shapes that cover the ocean. The pieces break and begin to drift. I dive. The sea turtle waits to escort me to the island. The wake of her energy is powerful. It pulls me into a new sense of clarity and peace, these water-embers of her deep wisdom. A hand from above the surface waits to pull me onto sand. My face is kissed. I remember nothing more.

Dear Reader,

I am learning to walk the tight-rope. Between dreaming and waking, heaven and earth there is really no veil, no wall, no line to create a dual space. And yet, paradox of all paradoxes, I am learning to walk the tight rope. As the paradigm shift forges on I am forever weaving and unraveling the chrysalis. I find that which each month that passes, new waves of sensitivity are downloaded behind my pair of eyes. I find that it becomes increasingly challenging, in the same sense that a great adventure or quest is challenging, to live in the dual human paradigm. And so I am making it my own art form. I am dancing on the tight-rope in the hope to make way for a new Peace.

I began this blog after a week of receiving gentle urgings of my Angels and Guides, who teamed in helping me recognize several synchronized messages about blogging. It was not until two nights ago that I realized just *how* valuable this experiment might be. I realized that I want to be linked to other light-workers and indigo children who are going through the same radical shifts as I. I want to know-- is there anybody out there?? I have the utmost faith that there are and that yes, we're handling these shifts well. But I think now is the time to band together. We certainly support one another greatly in the simple reverberations of our energies as they dance across the earth, but oh how beautifully fortifying it shall be when we can all openly and actively discuss and facilitate these shifts in the waking world! I can feel your energy already! It's like you've already answered me immediately with a resounding YES, a stirring of sparks for the apocalyptic fireworks that wait under our skin. I send to you all my heart- the fluttering of my Love, the beaming hope of the cosmic parent.

This space is for you and I. May the creator guide it towards its highest incarnation of guidance, love and support. Let us open and melt in divine Love.

Yours,

Sarah