These are testing times. The pressure is mounting, and anything that doesn't align with our bright future is being squeezed out of every single cell of our bodies as we pass through the portal of our past misdemeanours and beliefs. The separation from Source has been tough. The illusion has been so convincing, that there are many of us weary and down-hearted from the struggle and the battle. The relentless challenge of it all. Not all of us will make it. Some will take the exit ramps and wait for the merry-go-round to come again before they plunge in and try to ride the wave of human evolution. But we are lead to believe that this is all for the highest good. That the Golden Age is coming. A tipping point has been reached that has altered the trajectory of our lives forever. Our ancestors, our mothers, and our fathers have taken their genetic karma and removed it from the game once and for all. And though we are holding our tear-soaked faces in our hands, we should be grateful for their efforts to set us free.
Most of us truly believed that we could never be any happier than this. That being content and getting by was living a good life. That a healthy pension fund and holidays abroad was the finish line for a life well-lived, for being good citizens, sitting diligently at our desks and glowing computer screens. Our children are at good schools, young adults adorned with university accolades, aspirations of first homes and city jobs on their minds. But now things are shifting, altering, morphing. Reality is glitching, stuttering, fragmenting into something else. It is not clear yet, the image hazy, but I can feel it in my heart. I can be happier than this. The light that has always been within me can burn much brighter than this. I can soar high on the elation and the giddiness of a joyful life, spending each moment doing the things I love among people who look into my eyes with affection and camaraderie.
Who am I now if I walk away and leave all my past personas behind. I am no longer the mother, the wife, the scientist, the good student. My heart is longing to be wild, to be free, barefooted and big-haired, talking in cosmic terms that only the awake ones comprehend. I can be much happier than this. I can join with others creating a lattice of light to help carry the Earth and all who dwell upon her through the symphony of frequencies that play harmonies of music into the night. I can be much happier than this. I know I can... But the leaving is hard. The shedding is hard. In this void space between the world I know and the world that beckons me with a mischievous finger, I am hesitating. Can this be real. Can this be true. Am I brave enough to gamble it all on the whispers from the Earth that say come, let us hold you, let us love you, let us teach you the way. You don't need books. You don't need gurus. You don't need certificates or science degrees. You just need me. For the voice within is your own. The heart your connection to your divinity, the space that holds the awareness of All that is. Trust that whatever happens, Life has you, the Earth has you, Love has you. These are testing times, but they are meant to be. Disharmony gives the energy to creation. Leaves open the opportunity to achieve a new state of being. So come, take the hand of the One. Close your eyes, relax your mind, follow where your heart leads you, for the heart knows the way home. And believe - you can be much happier than this.