It is So

And the Choice is Ours

Dear Reader;

Like many, I have been pulled into waves of concern and compassion by events of the past weeks. Every day unfolds like a new episode of tribal, ritual theatre, a dance of the shamans covered in face paint, alternately terrorizing their audience and making them laugh.

So many are struggling with confusion, loss, tragedy and illness. Fires burn, storms strike, planes drop from the sky, even as the snow falls peacefully outside my window.

Multiple realities seem to dance across the screen, and we may wonder, do I dare to hold dreams, to be in delight, to trust in expansion? Is it possible that, in the alchemy of our times, healing and resolution will come?

Then I came across the writings below from an old journal entry. I share them with you, dear reader, in the hope that you too may recall and invite a deeper truth that lives beneath our temporal realm.

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I had a moment, when all that I wanted, all that made my heart warm, seemed so real it could not be undone. All doubts were clearly mistaken, and I saw that beauty had returned, that it was so. My mind did not say maybe, or what if, or someday. My spirit said, it is SO. The certainty of that announcement dispelled old fears and I knew true power, for that which needs no display spawns no battle because, in the absence of all denial, there is nothing else to say. It is so, it is so, it is so.

My heart opens and no hunger exists for anything Love cannot provide. It is so. The mechanics of my physical world respond in natural alignment with who I am. It is so. Grace conspires to surround me as I trust in what I now know that I know. It is so.

Teachers tell us that when trust and certainty meet, even in the face of confusion and illusion, we have returned Home. And in a way, is this not the exercise? Is this not the why of incarnation, into a realm of challenge, forgetfulness and doubt?

Today my prayer is, may I remember and remain in this place, where there is nothing to lose and I am the maker of all I see, my GodSelf, my Mother Goddess, me. For there is no possibly, no might be, but simply, it is so.

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Woman and man 
walk in three stages

First we crawl
we are low to the base energies
of need and fear
We cannot move beyond 
the pace of the beast
and it hurts to lift 
our sight high
to view the place
where land meets sky

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Then we walk
feet in the dust
head melting
into other realms
we move into liberty
to determine our path
use our bodies 
to carry our souls
at times even
to run

And then
finally we fly
propelled by the death
we once feared
our substance no longer held
by the magnet of the Mother
released toward home
like so many birds
we rise
we soar
as One

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Wishing you faith in your own upliftment, expansion, and ascension, in your dreams and in your waking world.

much love, Adi