We Few, The Feeling Few

Darling,

Do you know that when I close my eyes, when I sink unto the underside; deep within the hidden circulatory webbing of my own crystalline Heart - that it’s You, it’s your Being I seek.

When it’s my Heart that pumps, it’s your name I speak. I speak You into existence. I speak You into existence, and I’ve spoken You into Being - into Being-ness - for Me. For my own delight, for my own embodiment; to brush with my lips against the edge of your forehead, to kiss and to bless; to smell with my nose the scent of your earthly goodness, to witness, to nurture, to protect. Creature I have spoken You into existence. As You, have spoken into existence the same thing; as You - through words true, through actions noble, through a stunning amalgamation of glowing intensity have birthed-created-brought forth “I,” the “Self” She inhabits, a woman who speaks to You, Now, from inside embodiment itself and beyond illusion of time.

Fear said two hearts can’t beat together. But they do.

Fear said we'd never merge, find each other. But We Are.

I Know You Darling not by your skin color, not by your gender, not by your age, not by where you were born; I Know You Darling not by your preferences for politics, not by how you choose to make decisions or with whom; I Know You Darling not by your expression-set, not by how you choose to make money, to spend, to express through material-ness, through items, through objects, through thought constructs; I Know You not by your titles, nor your vocations, nor your first, nor last names. I Know You Darling not by-in-of-through Earth games. For We care not for dying superficialities of a world surging toward expanding dimensionality; our perceptive lenses split wide and spinning into new, multifaceted senses, multifaceted languages, into new harmonic forms of exchange, and connection, and reflection; our inner, intimate places so exquisitely interlaced.

I Know You, Darling, by your Heart; glowing and Gold. I Know You because my core recognizes your core, because I care as I can feel You caring. We care about the children. About the bees. About the animals. About the waters. About the trees. We care about the purification of pain, about the cleansing of distortion. We care about the authentic return to the child that dwells at the seat of our desires, about the unwinding of belief systems that no longer do We agree to and that never honored our Truths. We care about the external mirror that reflects what We - We Feeling Few - are literally here to observe, and to attune.

We care, and then We care some more.

I Know You Darling because I respect You. Of all Humans both living and dead, both in stages-of-awakening and sleeping-deeply in a matrix of third-density; of all Creatures with form and a pulse, with waves of energy extending from centrifugal Force, of all the shapeshifting, metamorphosing parts - it’s You, I orient to; from my center draw a continuum, choose to follow, to uphold, to witness. You: North Star. You: Guiding Light. You: Beloved Companion. For You I strive to make my Self better. For You I strive to upheave and undo what is not working in Me, so that We can advance Beyond. When you cry, I climb. And when you climb, finally I rest and allow my Self so too to weep for all the misused, abused, neglected and rejected Things. Thank You for doing this with Me, thank You for being here when I am Here too. We are the evolution of our Consciousness. We are the Unity at Christ’s Core.

We are an Empathic Revolution. And I Love You so much.

Truly, it is okay that We are in enclaves, mostly separated from each other, in small quantities scattered all over the world and searching for ways to get together; in our drum circles, and in our healing groups, in our meditation chants, and through our online social presences, through our workshops and teaching platforms about “nature,” and “brain development,” about the “autonomic nervous system” and “sound medicine,” about “telepathy,” and “connectivity,” and “symbiosis,” about the mending of “childhood wounds;” in our dreams at night and in every little action we take to be Kind, and Brave, and True. It is okay that We, We Feeling Few, are still growing in numbers and still growing in our abilities. For when the time is right and when Divine Timing heralds her call - our separate pools will merge and become continuous, contiguous streams of empathic conversation, and empathic revelation, of empathic, holistic business-making and resources-exchanging; of school-systems and law-systems and medical-systems and governance-systems with less “red-tape” and more open Minds; Human willing-ness to listen, to receive, to design from Within.

I am with You, Friend. We can do This.

And it’s okay that we’re not perfect, for We can learn. And learn We shall.

We will learn first with each other, and then with the others - how to be patient, and poised, and forgiving of one another’s often unconscious, fear-driven thoughts-feelings-behaviors. We can do This. Already, we are doing This.

We can hold one another accountable. And We can hold Space.

I am with You, Friend. I Am Here - inhabiting breath, and body, and circumstance - for You, Friend,

Whatever darkness You may be going through: Stay Calm. Whatever nameless depth my be pulling You down: Hold On. Whatever murky ugliness may be attempting to soil your Dreams, your Desires, your Heart-Cravings: Fear Not. Breathe out what does not belong. And remember what is Real. You Are a Creator Incarnate. You are the Force of One.

I see You, I hear You, I feel You too - in coffee shops and in parking lots. Brushing beside me on concrete sidewalks wedged between concrete buildings; brushing beside me through energy, through symmetry, through unspoken, Heart-crated intentions as together We build this New World from the inside-out; a world where children, and gardens, and sunshine are valued more than production, and performance, and image. I am telling You Friend: the dawn is upon Us; our innermost, most loving, authentic, collective Yearning will Rule The Day.

We are to be patient, and poised, and forgiving with each other, and then with the others; We Few, The Feeling Few.

Love is with Us - as the Waves arcs, as Dove climbs, as the Light shines.

Your Friend,

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