jueves, noviembre 19, 2015
Gillian MacBeth-Louthan - A WORD FROM YOUR HOSTESS OF LIGHT - November 2015
The 1111 energies issued a time out, not for good behavior but for observation of the patterns of light. Like a spider’s web, within the new patterns of light are hidden messages, geometries and codes. What is still held sacred seeks an outlet a place of safety. As we move past the previous markers of limitations, we begin to dimensionally float like an island in a gale force wind. We are all a little nauseous like jet lag, moving ever so slightly with the changing dimensional tides.
We truly have become almost Island like, no longer attached to any outcomes. Everything tries to right itself like an upside down turtle. The winds of change are dominant and push us in a direction we would not choose to go on our own. Like a multi colored autumn leaf, we allow that 'which is’, to buffer our shift. Dimensional riff is not a place for sissies.
Learning to float is ‘a must’. The codes of light you asked for come forth as you walk gently with a big heart to the end of this year. The cells of your body and heart sound with glee as you bring love into your future via the word and walking your light. ‘This is the time of your life’ spend it well, with reference for all. Find the bounty in your hearts desires and do not let yourself be lead astray. Each hologram serves the truth of the matter. Shifting holograms is as easy as walking from the kitchen to the bathroom in your own home.
Like a carpenter bee you will learn to skate the highways and byways of dimensional conversion as all of Earth enters a new hologram in 2016.This ‘mother of all holograms’ will support the billions of smaller projections within her own body like a great fish before it gives birth to millions of eggs.
Just like trying on clothes you will see many different perspectives of your inner and outer self shadow and light. Imagine your life filled with open doorways and unlimited possibilities. Will you pick a vowel or will you stay a consonant. Will you fill in the blanks of your hearts desires or will you allow others to paint the pictures of your future. Like one who misinterprets cave paintings It is the angles them selves that create shadow, it is in the shadows we meet our teachers.
Everyone will unwrap themselves before the holidays. It is at the time of the winter solstice that you will see the true diamond light that lives inside. Reflections of truth stand out as frankincense and myrrh, timeless with an eternal flame. Your faces show the map of worry as lines are crossed and new roads reveal themselves after the dust settles. We are all under construction. Sometimes a road once traveled ends; sometimes barriers are placed to move us in an entirely different direction.
As the year ends we all will be forced out of our cocoons of safety and protection. We will be asked to journey through places that we never thought we could fit. We will be asked to shine brighter and become more beautiful as a representative of all that is Holy and Good. We will be a mirror reflection for others to see that shift and change and an open heart are all places of safety in the harbor of light.
Timeless truths are exactly that! Petrified learning’s have shown their rusty caustic self to all who will look in their direction. Singing a sirens song they hypnotize those who talk too much to really listen. Everything serves the Light and one should have no regrets on any level. Words now have much more punch and you who have beckoned energies with your mutterings will see the results. We all walk forward with our hearts in our hands on bended knee with humble thoughts. We, who wear the Codes of Light, do so throughout time, never ceasing to trust what lives in our divine blueprint. We have been cut from a blessed cloth and sewn into a holy vessel, that can sail the sea thru any storm, earthly or otherwise.
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Ángeles de Crystal
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