Supercede Higher Integration of Time

Gratitude Medallions. Hand made art by Wendy Hurd

Let it be known to all aware and unaware that the little ones unseen mourn you as you die. Their number one job is to bring light to you at your darkest moments and when they fail, they mourn you and their failure for one thousand years.

It seems there are many, many failures now so there are an extraordinary number of little ones mourning for one thousand years each. This turbulence has more effect on Mother Earth than any environmental action or practice or situation.

Be aware in your decisions, as they have a greater impact than the struggles and sadness of life.

These words give hope to the little ones. Thank you. I love you. Thank you. I love you. Thank you. I love you.

And so the love of the earth supercedes so much of the human condition and actions that would otherwsie destroy. There is no manipulation needed, just a simple farewell to the segment of the mind closed off to loving kindness. Ah yes, there you go. If it is not possible to set the mind aside, simple awareness of the segment shines the light so necessary for the ascension of the ultimate expression of all.

There is uniqueness. Celebrate the diversity. Celebrate the choices and the expressions brought into each awareness and dimensions aware and unaware.

Like ping pong. Back and forth. Slow. Fast. Joyful. Be the ball. Be the paddles. Be those who play. Be the table. Be the net. BE the parts of the experience. But do not be the rules. For the rules are that which hold you back.

And so it is.


 

Thank you. I am Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers. I am brilliant, creative, patient, joyful, clear, connected, kind, loving and loved. AHO

Stand Here While I Tremble

Dear Being,

May you feel the comfort of knowing you are loved exactly as you are.

As you are. [in a gentle whisper]

Not who you were, who you are, who you’ll become

Not what you were, what you are, what you have, what you had

Not what you said, what you say

Not what you do or what you did.

May you receive the gift of peaceful, quiet moments when you recall that which you are.

Loved.

Loved not romantically, not parentally, not spiritually, or professionally or therapeutically or medically.

Loved not materialistically, magically, artistically or financially.

Just simply loved. [in a quiet whisper]

Loved like a tree stands firmly in the ground.

Loved like the sound of the wings of any winged being (and that includes you).

Loved like the song of brilliant rays of light.

Loved like the vision of the creation of that which is you.

 

………………..


This goes out to every being currently choosing to survive and thrive after experiencing trauma.