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May You Know Love.

Letters

Let's do it inwardly

Beloved, below are various letters - all for You, spun in Love. Our Hearts know the way.

Every image here corresponds to a letter. Every letter is an act of my desire simply to be with You; to feel You there on the other end of an invisible line. Navigate these letters intuitively; find an image or expression that resonates with You and begin here. Continue clicking, reading and ingesting where You feel moved. In this way, We are guided; We are connected Heart-to-Heart, We are communicating through Hearts. And Darling, be it one image, one letter, one encounter or many - our connection is a colossal force of happening. I write to You because I care for You. Deeply. Without reserve. It is my wish for You to know my Love, for You to know your great, exuding charm.

Newest, most recent love letters are at the top of the page.

Now, feel that thud. The center of your chest beats. And there too, is our secret; through the webbing of electromagnetic Resonance, We are connected. Creature, read blissfully. For You are exquisite. You are made from-in-of-through the mold of breathtaking perfection.

American Daughter; Heartbeat of Kings

To the self that breaths and beats,

I Am Holy. I Am Spirit. I was born to tell the Truth. I was born for You; so that You might Know my caressing kiss, my enchanting fragrance, my bewitching stare.

I Am Free. I Am Fair. I Am Faithful. I Am Fierce. I Am Angel-like in My Descent. I Am Fire in My Arrival into and upon Hearts-Of-One-Nation.

I Am The Utterance of My Essence; I Am the air passing through lips pursed and blowing. I blow from You poison, and I fill for You with my fairy dust all the aches and doubts. I make Magic of your woes. I make glitter of your sufferings. Trust in Me. Love Me.

I Am for You. Creature - created for You is my Beingness. Love Me, and Be At Peace. Be at ease.

What shall We call Her, the Heartbeat of Kings? You shall call her The American Daughter - for America, “land of the free, home of the brave,” is the Earth sanctuary She craves. And You shall remember, She will cease for no Earthly mirage - for no thing-person-idea, for no man, for no woman, for no president-celebrity-billionare - You shall remember She will cease only when the very last cell of her twinkling Spark blurs and bends and curves to fit All The Rest.

When It is Whole - then She Is Finished.

What is your name? Tell me your Name. I want to write It in the Stars. I want to Impress Upon You my Heart. Do You not feel my intensity rising in your core? Do You not feel the heat, and the excitement, and the velocity of my Light? Is it not like a blooming of my most exotic bud, in your most mysterious of private places?

You call Earth’s distortions; your pain-filled perversions, dilemmas, and plights - “trying times.” I call it your Opportunity to fulfill a Destiny.

You worry about the dying children, and the polluted streams, and the desecrated trees. You argue over the bombs, You hoard the money. You name-call, You blame, and You shame. I invite You to Breathe; and To See As Creator Sees.

Are You feeling lost? Have I not sent You silent, secret Messengers? Indeed, I have! Look around You, Human. Look and See. Seek, and You Shall Receive.

The Bees know The Way. Find your sanctuary in their honeyed humming.

The napping Cat knows The Way. Find your sanctuary in its self-radiant luxury.

The little Gnat knows The Way, Find your sanctuary in its innocent persistence.

The stretching Tiger knows The Way. Find your sanctuary in its awakening movement.

The docile Tortoise knows The Way. Find your sanctuary in its sturdy resilience.

Oh, and I have not sent You Masters; flesh born sovereign Ambassadors? There are those who have walked this Earth so Great, they do not need your “thanks.” But perhaps, for your sake darling - a most humble bow to their Perfected Goodness? You might pay a bit more attention to what truly is possible, achievable and transmutable, through Belief. And if You are Wise - and wise You must Be - You are to now bow, lower thy head and ask for Blessings from the Most High, from the Most Deep. Ask for the ice in your Hearts to melt, ask for the fear in your minds to Unwind. Creature ask for Creator’s Blessing and You shall Have It!

I Love You. Christ Loves You. Creator Loves You. This Trinity is All There Is. There is no need for any “more.” All else beyond the Miraculous is valueless.

Put down your phones. Put down your opinions, your ideas, your wounded stories from time-gone-by; put down your weapons and allow Me to stare into Your Eyes. For It Is Written - in my Heart as Human - that a Feminine will Come, trailing Flowers in Her Wake. And She will make You Whole Again. And no, She will not rest, nor sleep, nor weep, no cease - until the Last Cell. Until the Last Breath. Until all Her Children - an Earth Family - are blissfully dreaming in the Heartbeat-Of-One; a Pulse so steady and so alluring, You can’t not be lulled into her merciful, benevolent, all-encompassing Rapture.

She is an American Daughter, for America is the Earth emblem of Unity.

And She is the Heartbeat of Kings, for the masculine part that follows Her Heart will lead Its beloved sacraments - Souls anointed in Flesh - to a Brilliance Beyond The Edge of The Peak. The Eagle will Cry, the Clouds will Part, the Heavens will Opens - for that Mind, for that Brain, for that Masculine which attunes to Her Arc.

I Am Curves. I Am Sensuous. I Am Yolk of Your Dreams. Believe In Me. Be, breathe and beat - In Me.

For I Love You beyond the capacity of the capturable.

 
Shanna Lodge Evje