♒ Because of you, the sun shall rise
again. Because of you, the rain shall fall and snow shall fall and all
is made anew upon the dawning of another day. You live to spend another
day here. Every day brings boundless opportunity for all of us to do
some good. It is because of your efforts and ours that hope remains
alive. The Light is winning. Oh pray, correct that… The Light has won!
Moonrise brings illumination to the darkness. And oh, how we are
creatures of the moon! How we flow with the tides, and we play ! We
dive and dance amongst the cresting waves, up and down, pillowed by the
whitecaps. It is your doing, sweet Cousins, that you and I are blessed
to play our games and raise our young, as part of these evolving
societies. We must let it settle in, all this bright Light. The Light
is much akin to rain upon the seas. It falls from the sky, it scatters
like stars. It lands not softly, but with an impact into the water
which is already here. Thus it must blend, blend, blend. It must
integrate, you see, with all of that which came before it, so as to
become one. We are quite sure you’ve concluded by now that becoming one
is no small feat in a place such as this one, wouldn’t you say?.
Together, have we not been battling the false concept of separation for a
seeming eternity? You are tired, as we are, are you not? Yet we swim
onward, to freedom.
♒ Let’s think on something, if we may.
Let’s speak of the concept of “freedom.” By it’s very definition it
implies that there is something that otherwise binds us, that there is
something or someone that we have need to escape from. We must break free so that we can become free, and then in turn remain
free. Thus implying that our Divine right to make our own choices
could ever be taken away from us. You see, we remember Home, Cousins,
in a way that you as yet do not. Our families at Home are often
mystified by the idea of “freedom” because outside the roleplay of the
3rd dimension, there exists no other way. There simply is no
other way. For to have freedom, there must be bondage; another illusory
concept. As though it even possible to imprison a flawless child of
Creation! We are wordy, yes? We do wax on! But we only seek to give
you food for contemplation.