For the Children; Harbingers of Light

Beloved,

I do not remember my Human “birth,” but I remember sitting with God and discussing the purpose of my Human Life. I remember the color White, and I remember the feeling of Gold. I remember my Brother said, “Be Not Afraid.” And I remember I was to be anointed Feminine; taking on the appearance of my Mother’s “skin.”

I remember, I asked To Go. It was - and Is - my greatest, sparkling honor to Walk this Earth with You. I bow to your Goodness; and I remember: I Go By Many Names. I remember form is an illusion, and Heart is All There Is.

The Trees tell me to be brave. And the Deer tell my I look funny. And the little Ant doesn’t understand, simply cannot comprehend why, exactly why - I always jump, startle with fright - whenever his six tiny legs trample up my skin; my Mother’s skin. I look feminine, but I feel Every Single Thing. Silence is my revery, when the Feeling feels too big. And Crystals, and Stones, and Water; these are also my very good Friends. Sometimes the Hawk tells me I am wasting my “time” thinking all the things I think; and the Hawk is right. The winged beasts do not lie.

The Flowers recognize me as their own; they are humble, and warm - needing nothing, with their great, exotic Beauty; they are full for themselves and full for Us All. The Flowers hold me tenderly, in their intoxicating, prismatic energy - and remind me, lest I forget - to step lightly, and to beam God’s brilliance; to beam for the sake of Beaming. To be for the sake of Beating. It is a mighty task and sometimes, my Heart grows weary. But then I have this Dream:

In the Dream, I Am looking at Him. And He is looking at Me. And We are two counter-parts; whole in and of ourselves, but also whole as union, as merger, as held-together-forever-in-breathless-bliss. But then, in the Dream - We split. And oh, the ache is so great, and there is this Third - this other, another “other.” And I do not know if the Third is a “she” or a “he,” but the Third has his, my Lover’s, attention and I feel like I might die. My ache is capsizing space, and place, and light - all around Me; like a Black Hole swallowing Life. And all the music halts, and all the dancing ceases - and in this dream it does not feel like Heaven at all. So I give up. I sit down and prepare to evaporate. But - in that twist of forces, as I let go - He wakes up. And He remembers Me. The Third disappears and once again our Eyes are locked. We are in Love. And We Are - Forever - One; two fractals of the same Beat, same pulse throbbing on, and on, and on….

This Dream is there to remind me - like the Flowers, like the Fairies, and the Stars - what, exactly what, is Real.

For many have come and gone, and now We are Here too. What will We do? And Who will We be?

I look to the Children, harbingers of Light - and feel, relief. I feel their desire for play, just to Be, to explore, to create and learn more; to walk where all the others have come before. And it is a great Epiphany that strikes me smack in the center of my “Third” Eye - this other, another “other- ” this expanding option, perceptive bend of the light - each and every time it is The Children; with their coloring crayons, with their sandcastles to the sky, with their rocket ships and their fanciful tales of glory, with their tales of heroes winning and the “bad” guys changing sides, with their whisperings to “imaginary” friends, with their unicorns and their fairy dust, with their dragons breathing fire and flying high, with their superpowers at the ready and their curiosities brimming wide - it is The Children - with their glittering, toothless grins and their flashing, Secret-Spewing eyes - that remind Me; like my Dreams at Night, like the Dream my Heart craves to create in the sunlit, waking day - The Children remind me that stepping softly, that choosing Nice, that digging deep to intensify through trials, through tribulations (even those of the most abominable kind), that reaching inside to ignite doesn’t have to be, it doesn’t have to be a “war against the machine,” this “battle against a growing darkness.” Epiphany strikes me in the center of my Thinking, in the Heart-beat of my Being, each and every time a Child smiles; the miracle that is our Grace twisting, bunching at the corners of their dewy little mouths. It doesn’t have to be hard. It doesn’t have to be a slog through mud, and muck, and filth. It can be - Epiphany zings; the rhythm in my chest lifts -

It skips a beat - it can also be - it’s meant to be, Fun.

It can be a daring Adventure in flesh. When it’s all taken a bit less serious, it can All be a bit more Joyful. Amusing. Celebratory expressions of Force. My Purpose - on this spinning, celestial orb - is to announce the coming of Titans. And hear Me when I Speak, Beloved Companion. The Titans I Herald are not mighty in the ways of the old Earth; they are mighty in the ways of One Love.

The Children Who Come To Earth Now, are Titans, true mercenaries of Light. They have sensitivities. They have expanding vision, often cloaked as “disability.” They have Voices that burn within, and we must listen-listen-listen. For Heaven is a place on Earth, and “death” is an illusion aching to be un-learned. Third equals Relationship. And relationships are Now to be -

Not “competitive.” But complimentary.

Not “binary.” But total, One Family.

The Children are Harbingers Light. They Know the Answers to our questions. Shhhhh - Language is Evolving.

For those willing to Listen: All is being Revealed.