My goodness it seems like forever since I have written.
Blog from Venice
The night Frank arrived in Venice August 29th 09
Message to the cells:
To all the cells of my body, my daughters of joy my daughters of love. I command you return to your idenitity as living light. Return to your idenitity as the houses of livng light that you are . You are the victory dance of spirit resurrecting in matter. Rising up out of bondage to dance again. You are the streamers of upward spiraling rainbow light casting off the heavy veil of night as you rise up to dance. Resonating in the high spin state of living joy. Return to this joy now. You have the power to return to this joy now. You are infinitely worthy of this great light for you are this light. Throw off the shackles of matter, Return to your true identity as dancing living light.
Call out from inside the prison cells, on the ship of slaves . Call to the light above
OH Great rainbow light of the living light code. Descend into this night penetrate this veil of fear and death and shine your powerful liberating light unto
Everyone on this ship who is trapped in bondage to fear and death, melt the imprisoning shackles liberate all in darkness returning them to their rightful essence as dancing rainbows of spiraling light.
Oh living light code come for us rescue us from the veil of night, from this ship of bondage to slavery in the dead of night. We willingly and joyfully receive you, baptize us in your glorious light, restoring our worthiness as abundant joyful dancing children of light. As you touch us with your light, the joy ignites within us, and we respond with our dance, rising up into the dance of our essence as spiraling rainbow light OH beautiful mother father light code do not tarry long come and consume us in your fire of living joy.
Sept 2nd.
I awake to a red sun this morning a sun red with the distortions of an atmosphere withstanding the effects of multiple and large wild fires here in Southern California.
Yesterday, the last few days I have been experiencing great fatigue as the fatigue is lifting this morning I believe it is more of an emotional fatigue, the utter soul fatigue of living within and underneath the dense veil of separation consciousness one instant longer wearing a led blanket. The walk from the boardwalk to the ocean felt like the archetypal journey across a great desert. I had to stop every 10 steps or so to lay my towell down and lay prostrate on the sand and gather enough strength just to manage a few more steps. Adrenal exhaustion the Dr. say. More accurately it is a crisis in the will to live one instant longer without love under the veil of separation consciousness. Well, I whipped off the veil this morning and I’m running on the beach. It was all just the despair of my unity soul trying to breathe through the broken grid of separation consciousness. At the end of the night the full heaviness of the density inherent in the substance of night reveals itself, like sleeping guests at a great wedding, all the separated pieces of the self wake up demanding union on the spot. On the way back I stepped in a huge mass of tar. My hustband so lovingly 1st scraped the tar with a knife and then gentley rubbed my soule with baby oil until the original sole was revealed again, fresh and clean like a baby
The bomb hit last night again, the bomb of core fear that detonates every night sometimes multiple times since the beginning of August Then last night the bomb hit, but it was a different the effect of the impact was different. The knife fell more viscerally this time. I was screaming for existence as a yourg boy attempting to assert my identity as the bomb exploded and rendered me severed, shredded disappeared and not. The grief this time was so deep like under many many covers, like in the bone marrow like so so so far down no tears at this level at least not ones you can cry but a huge black and purple bruising of the core of my guts, heart, muscles, sinew bones felt of course in the round mass of my solar plexus wounded heap of birthing earth inside me shaking as the meridian lines from shoulder to hip were sending out feelers to re-establish connection with each other, the sacred marriage passing through the central core of the mass as they transversed like lightning bolts from the left to right side of my central meridian shaking my earth shaking hard to re-align and enable the masculine to join hands with the feminine across the meridian. The earth in me shaking my guts and heart of my heart soul of my emotional body weeping at having been branded into the soul anhilating embodiment of core fear. quaking for release quaking to throw off the shackles of density and separation of unforgiveness shaking to be born again in perfect love at the wedding of lover and beloved. Reconfiguring it’s broken mass into a planet of glorious light once again. Quaking and trembling to realign itself as glorious complex expression of the ecosystem of the living light code of it’s original nature, a living embodiment of abundant joy and love,
just another morning in Venice for the human me.
So interesting I have lived this whole month nightly in constant fear of a heart attack and within 3 days of arriving to my parents home in Venice the neighbors on either side of my parent’s home had heart attacks.
I am sending them blessings and divine heart love to soothe the heart and awaken the divine heart in them that can lead them back to perfect health.
I am so loving the story of Mary Magedalene in “ I remember Union” as I take an active role in commanding my cells to resurrect their glorious dance of light again. I am eager to incorporate this into my healing tools.
The fear field that I am transforming at night feels to be thinning and changing in it’s nature. I hesitate to make predictions, but if the “fat lady” of fear has not finished here magnum opus aria yet at least I believe she is nearing the final bars of her number, as the members of the light choir are rising up to take back the night. Oh how fabulous it will be when the cells most deeply affected by the core fracturing damage of the bomb are finally reached by the light. Can’t wait to feel them enveloped into the golden arms of love as dawn fnally comes to this land. I’m going to write it as if it’s happening right now. Every cell in this body will join as a great choir of light to sing this body and the earth fully awake with our collective love, singing alive this weekend. Who’s going.
Isn’t this why we came.
Love you all,
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