Time after time, existence after existence, you have been lived, died and been born again. In this lifetime alone you have birthed and died a hundred times already and there will be a thousand more to come. Level by level, week by week – you birth another level of you, another nuance that is not known and has not been seen, another possibility, another perception. Every night as you sleep, you have the option to let go of what has hurt you, what has lessened your light, what has landed in your heart, and fly to the stars and dance in the heavens, and be birthed anew on the sunrise.

Humans are the only species in this part of the galaxy that have the ability to die a hundred deaths and be born a hundred times in one life span. You are re-incarnation-al aspects of the original you, of your original being from this human birth. It seems as if weeks are years and years are weeks, and days are long and nights are short, and the sun shines brighter and the waters run bluer. All of this is because you perceive it as so.

There are many whose perceptions are dark and dank and they see only muddy waters and toxic debris on the shoreline. They see the residual pond of selfishness that the human species is drowning in. They do not see the heart of the day or the soul of the night; they are blind to the good inherent within each situation. They lessen themselves as the lessons get crueler and crueler. They shrink their horizons as their panoramic view dilutes itself to the size of a single molecule.

Do not allow the delusional and the dilution of another’s perception to splatter mud upon your own heart’s joy. For what you seek, you shall find and what you yearn for you shall become, and what is unknown shall be known. For wide is the path that you have sculpted for yourself. Lift up your being as you see above the conflict from a viewpoint high on the cliff of divinity. For it is up to you dear ones to always lift yourself above the confusion, above the pain, above the sadness and the delusion.

For you hold the rainbow promise of the future within you. You hold the hope of all those who sleep in fear and confusion. You hold the promise that this world will not be destroyed again, the promise that the Christed one would come back, the promise that the Masters of Light and your stellar parentage would one day would look at you eye to eye. The promise that there is nothing on earth that does not love you.

The darkness raises its head like a sleepy dragon trying to bait you into becoming fearful, filled with anxiety as an asteroid passes, as another Hitler is born, a plane crashes, a city falls apart. You must believe dear ones that all is well. You must hold the holy promise within you no matter how you see your world crumble. For it is that very vibration of Hope that you hold that will lift you just a few inches above the mass consciousness in order to see the truth of the new day, the new divine order, and the new light that is being birthed.