All the while we have circled the sun in a sea of incarnations, each having a flavor, as adventure, as held of our true self when we crossed the threshold into flesh. Too often we suffered and struggled on a winding, mostly unaware/ uninformed journey of what’s it all about?…missing so many signs along the way, diverted by our own sense of emptiness and lack of real value and hustling to make it through the day...sad…

For all along there was a parallel knowing walking at our left side, reaching out over and over to touch the hem of our deeper awareness and knowing whispering that we are not what we had been forced to believe. How many times have you turned at the call to see only…emptiness? Contact…all along the journeys reaching back to some primary point of initial incarnation to the current now you find yourself in. Contact…that gave you the keys on a golden platter, just beyond your awareness in that delicious dimension that feeds you inspirational glimpses when you get out of your own way.

The new generations are arriving with visceral memory of the true design, still somewhat amorphous because of the still too heavy wash of the doctrine of limitations…but they see something when they respond to the call…and though it does not reveal completely to the sensory self, they feel it and recognize it is familiar loving touch. And these generations come with the wisdom to seed our remembering…the Light Worker Boomers and beyond who have held the watch, knowing full well that something was coming to bless us into the doorway that would gift us with the whole story. Yes, you have been loyal to your purpose, holding fast through obstacles and misdirections to keep turning homeward…all the while carrying the burdens of mostly uninformed living, dropping them when you had that moment of ah ha…stepping oh so gently into a higher vibration and its accompanying panorama of the Celestial truth, slipping and sliding through the revelations, clutching to an inner knowing that somehow, all is well…and all will work out.

All around you the gifts of the loving Cosmos would drop like the leaves of Fall to inspire your continuance into the I-just-don’t-understand-what-it-is-yet-I-know-Its-there world that was birthing before your dimensional eyes that looked through and out ofyour precious heart center. Did you see them? Did you claim them? Did you even notice that they were there? Perhaps a few…perhaps none, as yet…no matter. You have been stirred and that is all that matters. For that stirring is the electric prodding that activates the beacon that draws the expanded life into your cells first, then into your organs, then the glands, systems, energetic bodies, and finally, your awareness. You grow up from the inside out, re-establishing foundation and comfort in being home. You must feel you before you can ever be you. The body is more than a consciousness dressing…it is the vehicle of the stars, waiting for a jump start. Come on, man….you can do it…let it in now!

Without time there is no arriving early or late. You just show up when the conditions within and without are “right”…and you, my dear one, hold all the details to that journey. Yet, you are inspired continuously by Source…do you realize this? Do you notice the Light through the corner of your eye? Hear the sound that wasn’t there, sort of? Feel the gentle touch of the hand upon the center of your back, gently but noticeably guiding you to your next rendezvous, set in motion by a confluence of energies always working to bless with the best opportunity to just become you…again. You simply cannot fail on this personal mission of yours…nope, not possible. Does that help to alleviate some of the pressure. Curious how knowing that you cannot fail to find what you do not know you are looking for…what does I don’t know look like? The word on the Celestial street is that you will know when you arrive.

Trust that you are loved because…no other reason. You were born to be loved and celebrated. The Universe is constantly striving to deliver the goods to you gift wrapped in your favorite forms that you do not remember…yet. How can you look for them? How can you reach out with expectation when there is simply an energetic wind all around you? The incessant movement of Love is palatable when you drop the facade, the belief that you are damaged goods, the resistance to being fully alive and wrapped in the bliss of your own version of I Am That I Am.

What would it be like to be taken care of all the time, your every need addressed by the invisible flow of manifestation, decreed by the very breath you take, guided right to you by the very name you carry and let sing from your lips…for now? Could you possibly set your precious and dedicated wounds aside to see and fully jump into a moment free of them? Can you imagine forgetting about them? And then not even remembering what you forgot?

That is coming down the consciousness pike like a runaway train, ready and willing to knock the misinformed you off your pedestal of poor me…and then catch you as you fall into the pool of there you are my precious one….baptizing you in the truth of you, once again…triggering the big picture like the first atomic bomb that tore you from your generational track so long ago. It takes the mighty power of the sun to undo the damage inserted by the infectious programs that have peppered your sweet soul for far too long. It takes a Love that you know but have forgotten… until now. It takes Grace…yes, Grace.

It is the Celestial ooze of I Am blessing you without your request, bypassing your own learnings of life in the Earth plane and blessing you with the expansive Knowing all wrapped in Love. Spontaneous. Inspired. Directed. Delicious. Nourishing. A blessing for no other reason except that you exist. Grace is like a mighty river of yes flowing through out the Cosmos, looking for places to feed the higher frequency juice. It is always there.

Are you aware of it enough to reach out and sample it? Are you trusting that you are a worthy recipient of a boost of Light? Will you recognie it when it washes through your moments? And will you accept it when it comes? For if you do not, it just moves on and blesses the one who is open enough. Grace is a celebration of life from the Source that knows all about what is worth celebrating…essentially everything. Our tendency to separate and be conditional diverts the river from flowing to and through us. Well…I am sure you can see what to do.

First, do you want Grace to kiss your moments? Or are you too invested in the same old pattern and zone of false comfort? It only takes a willingness to be open and accept. You do not have to earn it. Those who say that Grace is only for the worthy are projecting their own disgruntled energy of unworthiness…and missing out on that which is meant for them. Get out of your way…and, once you get Grace, be sure to be grateful. No matter how large or small your miracle is…be genuinely grateful…verbally and with action. Send Grace calls to others that could use a lift or a blessing. Make the existence of Grace a known commodity in your life and then watch how it moves so effortlessly through your moment’s forms. It is a law that reciprocates your openness and action. SO be open and expect that life will serve you with the reflection of the Love and support you give to all forms of life.