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The tension of the back heart attachments are holding a tight grip for a few weeks now. The Cords pulling on everything I have in me. I can’t resist the new light. So much lighter, so much brighter.
At the cost of my own sanity do i surrender. The stagnant energy not moving out of the field. Like it wants me to be caged by their lineage karma.
Like they enjoy the suffering of another. A pattern I always recognized. Total surrender unto nothingness, or The Void, the silence of it all. It mesmerizes me each time I’m under its spell. It’s not a spell per se, it’s a holy womb of the darkest matter. It may feel like a black hole, it may also feel like your whole world is collapsing. It’s pressure. And you’re the chef of your destiny. No matter the pull back, You strive onward. You excel in your mission, whenever you do step into yourself. Once you follow your heart, your gut or your soul. Your primal instincts are there for a reason. Higher intuitive calling is silent at first, then with each visit to nothingness, you return with your light in hand. Your flame of no colour and all colours. You reassemble yourself in the womb of The Source to recollect your soul fragments. To recall your power. To fill yourself back up with the whole rainbow. Your inner child thrives again. The cycle completes and rebirths again.

Our past lives are intermingling with our current one. The knowledge you had before you were taught it. You just knew.
That same knowing is that internal calling back to yourself. You already have the tools, nothing is lacking for art to be created. For realms to be explored and your layers to be peeled back for healing.

Letting go of gray smoke. Of phallic attachments of blood and light sucking entities. Letting go of the distorted light codes and embedding new ones. For the sake of expanding through The Multiverse. You need to let go. I surrender only to The Source. Everything else is distorted in the field. It will twitch, stumble upon and break. Not one pixel of consciousness wasted. Not one memory or emotion forgotten. For the sake of divine play.

Not once and not twice have you broke. Down to the deepest oceans of your soul. Left at the worst times. Beaten by forces unseen for years, lifetimes even.

Not anymore. The seams filled with gold, raising the value of the essence obscured in their process of ascension. That’s fine. You have not victimized. You only took a step to get closer. A pull towards The Light, not knowing taking shortcuts would lead to drops even lower. Some don’t make the cut. They spiral in their karma instead of resolving it, replacing it with more love given. To more diverse situations. It opens you up to connecting to hearts.