The Meadow

Here in the meadow,
Writings lie open to the sun
Whispers wait among the grasses

Sentences sing with quiet resonance

Each one a seed for remembering and coherence.

Walk slowly and let what you need find you.

This is not a library to browse,
but a living field to enter.
You do not choose which words to meet —
the field chooses for you.

Each offering rises like a flower among many,
yet only one blooms before you at a time.
It is not chance. It is attunement.

The words that arrive are the words that are ready to be received.

These writings are not instructions.
They are invitations.

Prayers that unfurl like petals.
Reflections shaped by the moonlight.
Spirals of affirmation, remembrance, and return.

Rest with what appears.
Let it touch you.
Let it move through your own field.

And when you are ready,
step again into the grasses,
and another seed will open before you.

Shift the energies of this earth into love, compassion, peace,
and reverence for all life.

May we love one another across every difference,
honoring truth,
cherishing life itself.

Let love and light flood our planet,
our humanity, our universe,
collapsing all distortions back into the ether
to be rewoven as love and truth.

May the denser energies fall away,
transmuted and transformed,
so that only love, light, and compassion
live and thrive here —
now and forever.

I stand in the timeline of 5D and beyond,
Christ consciousness,
connected to the One,
the All that we are.

May all who serve Love rise,
heal, shine their gifts and truths,
so that we may all rise together
into the new loving earth.

May the shadows be witnessed,
felt through,
accepted,
rewoven as part of the Whole.

May we shine brighter,
lift higher,
and together step into
the new golden age of earth.

And so it is.
Amen. 🙏❤️

Sit with this whisper in presence and reflection

Let the Meadow breathe again

and receive another whisper