Saturday, November 20, 2010

Summoning all Pieces of the soul to return!

Summoning the return of all of the pieces of the soul monad


Perhaps once your were here with me, maybe before conception or even before I was sperm or egg there was all of me here like a rainbow essence of every color communicating with itself dancing with itself in a living dance of self sustaining joy, totally complete as a life form in itself, knowing no lack but only the sense of wholeness. There was a time when I was all here

Now, 45 years later or so, it appears my car is stalled by the side of the road, There is gas in the car and ostensibly it is in working order, but the vehicle has just stopped. It will go no further. I can go no further without my whole self here. For 15 years I have sent out fliers and products, attempting to manifest my essence into this world in some way that could bring me a financial living. Hundreds of fliers, ideas popping from my head, spewing out like a creation machine and all yielding nothing, really nothing and now I am told to promote this one in time and space called Sarah Hope Adams and that this is my main job and my only job, and I say “What for? It is not that I do not love this one, but this one is not fully here. They tell me her flight is scheduled to arrive any day now. I can be her agent and promoter when she is here. And yet I wonder is it my inter-action with this earth plane that will summon her here or is there really nothing I can do but release more and more of the shame and fear that would impede my monadic consciousness from integrating into my 3d self. I don’t know, but I do know that I can go no further without all of me here.

I feel like I am on strike or something Like I have realized the truth that it’s not about anything external that is going to make it happen, it is about embodying all of my presence here into this Earth, the God essence that I came to embody. I am preparing for my active mission and I need all of me here to do this mission, that is it, nothing else but all of me will do.

Could it be when I was with you, dear friend, that I had access to all of my masculine, like somehow when we were together, it was given a real but temporary anchoring here into my earth. (Lisa, my teacher, says that it was the masculine principle that was the most damaged and that was actually split off from the third dimensional self. All my life, I have sensed an emptiness and a great sadness in my masculine principle.) For a moment, when we were together, it was accessible, I was accessible to myself. I believe so, and this is why I now can sense the landscape the texture and the identity of what I am now missing as my car is stalled on the side of this dark road. And I understand the need to separate completely. That is all perfect for I never meant to encumber your life in anyway. All of this has been like being struck by lightening for me. And it is all good, as only in total denied access to even a thread of the bridging architecture we provided, am I forced into the interface with a lack so complete that it initiates the summons of my very soul, a summons to all of me that has been missing from my 3rd dimensional self. Only in the full presence followed by the full absence is this summons initiated: this, the call that has the power to invoke, to mobilize my Earth to reconfigure that it may receive the highest frequency soul fragments held hostage at the 9th dimensional level. So, I thank everything that has taken me this far to know how empty, and how incomplete it is to walk down here without the rightful parts of my god self, my wings, my jewels, my fire letters, all the parts of me that have been scattered far and wide and used by the dark side to fuel their death games. Lisa Renee's latest meditation is all about calling all parts of the self home. www.energeticsynthesis.com

In the physical plane, my heart chakra bowl is in Seattle and my drum too, but these are only representations of the deeper losses of the very pieces of my soul trapped in other dimensions, held hostage by distorted space- time continuums.

Please come back to me. Please come home to me. Do you feel me here summoning you? I can go no further without you. I am shaking my land in heaves of deep grief to reconfigure my DNA that you may join me here. I am releasing as much dense emotion as I can as fast as I can. I am feeling all that I have most wanted to escape that you can come and join me, that I may be accommodating to the great capacity of light, the great high frequency that you are. I am opening up the cathedral in every cell of my body, every piece of my flesh that your great love may embody here and turn on the lights of my sacred body temple and bring on the staff in charge of the earth mission of this Sarah Hope Adams. You who will come to dwell in me and fuel the life force to rise on behalf of your great essence. Come unto me, oh great light of my soul. I have tasted you. I have drunk deeply of you. Now, I am ready for you to join me here on this planet that needs all that I am, this planet awaiting it’s great birth into light. Oh dear soul, do not tarry one moment longer for the time is nigh!!

"I am waiting in a silent prayer. I am frightened by the load I bare in a world as cold as stone, must I always be alone?...Do you wonder as you watch my face if a wiser one should have had my place? Yet I offer all I am for the mercy of your plan. Help me be strong. Help me Be" Amy Grant Mary's song, "Breath of Heaven"

We are all part of this great archytypal journey of Mary wondering in the night carrying the Christ child of the newly birthed divine humanity and cosmos. God and Goddess bless us all, Hold us in the breath of heaven that we may find safe passage especially the expectant mothers having held the baby within us for so many years of our lives that light may be born into the stuff of dense matter. May we all look up towards the highest possibility for our precious and glorious embryo of potential in this time when the night is still so dark and yet the light is closer than it's ever been... this amazing time.

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