there will be a time when you look back on this season of transition, for you, for others on the brave path of self-discovery, for the whole world of humankind who, whether they realize it or not, are at a crossroads.

the old ways of being, rooted in egoic thinking and controlled by outer forces of division, fear, and hate, have served their time. the new time of the rising phoenix is upon us.

each soul is being tested to uncover the layers that hide its true, authentic self, one rooted in unconditional love and connection to the cosmos.

this awakening, this rebirth, cannot and will not be rushed. just as a baby needs time to be birthed, so too does each human soul alive today, and the earth’s vibration itself, need time to gestate and emerge anew. all are undergoing an undeniable and unstoppable shift in consciousness, in both human and earthly evolution.

so fear not the pace, nor the valleys of darkness. for there, in those deep places, lie your greatest treasures, if you can be brave enough to withstand the pressure of those wounds, the pain, the sorrow, the longing. take time to breathe, to be, to return to center, to return to a place of wonder and gratitude for being alive. it is a heart-centered place, free from the constraints of the mind.

and it is from this place that you learn to emerge from your cocoon, to take your delicate new wings, and stretch them in the new dawning light. for some, it will still be in the darkness of night that they emerge, like the luna moth, to take their first flight. for many others, they will remain, gestating in their own womb of healing. not all are ready for flight, and many came only to feel the brush of others’ wings beating against their own cocoons, while their souls still lie in slumber. there is a divine timing to all cycles, and each soul has its own cycle to complete.

the desire to compare and compete is one of this planet’s illusions. it keeps people small, always looking outward and doubting the brilliance within. but this is changing, and the time is upon all humans to awaken and remember their divine origins and divine blueprint. for within every sleeping caterpillar is the innate blueprint of the butterfly or luna moth.

the reason this metaphor is used so often is because it is a beautiful natural example of what each human soul came here to do. nothing is stagnant. everything is in perpetual expansion. even the most solid and seemingly lifeless objects and structures on this planet are, in truth, nothing but moving particles.

so much illusion is yet to be wiped from the tired eyes of humanity. but those of you reading this are already well on your way to awakening. it is painful, it is arduous, but you signed up to be here in this time of great unfolding and awakening. for what happens on earth, and in each human soul, ripples through the entire cosmos.

have courage for the transformations still unfolding in your own human heart, and for the planet herself. the chaos without mirrors the chaos within, and great courage is required to remain here. many choose to leave because it is too painful, yet that too is a choice, and it is never ours to judge. instead, may it deepen our compassion for the immense weight every soul carries in this time of awakening.

always remember that beauty exists alongside the pain. it has always been so. your task is to seek the gold shining through the cracks, to sift through the wreckage, to unearth the treasure waiting beneath. this is how the sleeping caterpillar transforms and learns to take flight.

love,
the universe

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are you there?

yes, my love?

i want to talk to you tonight.

o.k. i’m all ears.
you know i’m always here.

yes, but i forget sometimes.

i know. that’s part of it—
the remembering after the forgetting.

yet remember when you were a little girl,
and you felt proud as a little rooster?

yes, i remember.
it’s my earliest memory—

when i pranced out to my sister’s first birthday party,
having decided, who needs pants anyway?

bare naked and oh so proud of myself.

it took you forty-five years to get back to her.

but you’re here now.
you are here again.

you never really left,
though you thought you did.

that caused you so much suffering.

but i’m so incredibly proud of you.

yes.
i guess it’s true.
here i am again.

thank you for always being here for me,
even when i couldn’t feel you.

you’re so very welcome.
and welcome home, my love.

aww, shucks.
thank you…

i love you.
so much.

i know.

you’ve always held me in the palm of your hand.
but it didn’t always feel that way.

mostly, i missed you tremendously.

i know, my love.

but somehow
i got myself back to you.

to me.
to us.

yes.

and i can’t wait to show you off.

my little red rose.
my rose of venus.

my proud little rooster.

yes.
i think i’m ready to shine now.

you think?
you already are shining, my love.

yeah.
i guess i am.

but it’s not my light.
not really.

what do you mean, my love?

it’s your light shining through me.
i am an expression of you.

yes—
and what a beautiful expression that is.

everyone is an expression of you this way.

but not everyone has found their way home to me yet,
like you have, my dear.

yeah.
sigh.

i guess it does take a long time.

how many lifetimes have i had to learn this?
and that’s not even including the ones
on other planets
and other star systems.

yes, my love.
you are ancient.
ancient of time.

you are my precious one.

you always have been.
always will be
my precious one.

you—and all of my expressions.
each a facet of my love,

a facet of the divine.

i am learning who i am through you, my dearest,
just as you are learning about you.

so too am i learning about me through you.

it is reciprocal.

yeah.
i can see that.
it’s beautiful, really.

yes.
truly it is.

i love you.

and i love you.

thank you for letting me learn
how to love myself.

thank you for letting me learn
how to love myself
through you.

i suppose it’s just a little love fest
between the universe and myself.

i thought i wanted a new partner.

since finn died. but maybe—

i just wanted you.

so much talk of soulmates
and love on this planet.

but i think we are really just looking for this—

for you.
for ourselves.

bingo.

yeah…

ok.
i guess i’ll go now.

it’s late,
and i wish to post this.

ok, my love.
i’m here.
i always have been.

glad you’ve found your way back to me.

i knew you would.

yeah. i think i always knew too.

love you… always and forever,

~the universe.

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the static of the holidays buzzes in my body. the black friday madness, of which i had nothing to do with, presses in from the edges.

i feel the static and i have the ups and downs that accompany every holiday since finn died. my boat, once moored with all the others, was cast adrift, and ever since then i have felt the pulse of the outcasts instead. the lonely, the friendless, and all the ones with no family, all the hearts broken in two.

and along with all this i feel the denial rising through the subconscious wounds of all those who stay busy celebrating, trying not to look beneath the surface of the forced holiday cheer. but i have learned something over these years. it is precisely on these days that i must create.

holidays feel chaotic for all of these reasons and more, but now i know the rhythm of it. i know when it is coming. i know how to shift with it. i am able to moor my boat to a different shore, one that opens into a celestial coastline that stretches all the way into the stars. this has become my homeland.

so after the static, the anxiety, the tears, i find my way back. sometimes into nature. tonight it’s into my computer to write because that is where the message waits.

as i sit down, thinking it is a poem i wish to create, i realize instead that it is time to channel write. it has been a while, and i feel the nudge from my higher self.

begin, dear one. the time is ripe. so here it is:

dear heart,

you know your world is growing and changing at a rapid rate, faster than ever before. you are learning how to be brave, how to find your way through the labyrinth. somewhere inside you is a space that can hold everything, the grief, the chaos, the hope, a place that remembers where you come from. when you feel most alive, it is because you are remembering your origins.

the static you feel is real, and others feel it too. and just as this message rises through the noise, know that what is perceived as pain on earth is often the heart coming into alignment.

when the world grows chaotic and loud, when humans drown in stimulation and drama, because their minds are wired for it, there is still a deeper truth unfolding beneath it all.

even in the ache and confusion, something ancient is working its way to the surface.

there is a time and a place for everything, and on the other side of these moments your purpose becomes clear. so when the frequency feels thick, know that every time you and your fellow humans work to create beauty from pain, it is a process worthy of all quests, the highest achievement of the heart.

and far beneath this human noise, a presence is gathering, a collective of non incarnated beings from dimensions beyond earth, from corners of the cosmos that the common mind cannot grasp. they gather because humanity reaches for them through the chaos, remembering that all beings originate from source light.

allow their message to flow in. for all souls hold depth that exists beyond time and space. the distortions of the false matrix, the inversion that breeds hatred, greed, and fear, do not define the essence of humankind. instead, they illuminate the courage it takes for any soul to incarnate here.

humans, all humans, choose this path knowing they will move through forgetting and distortion, yet they also carry the possibility of awakening. and now the unraveling has begun. the old structures built on pressure and force are loosening their grip on the planet’s precious life force. this wave of awakening is spreading like star studded wildflowers across the earth. even when people feel divided, their roots are connecting beneath the surface, much like the plant kingdom and its mycelial networks.

humans are now beginning to perceive their interconnectedness in ways they could not before. the heart threads that weave through communities, even through digital spaces, are early signs of this shift. as people strengthen their intuition and learn to pour more love back into themselves, they begin to feel the silken ribbons of connection running through their collective hearts. it is this golden weaving that will regrow the bonds of love and hope across humanity.

it is the last seed in the lorax, planted again at exactly the right time.

so fear not, dear hearts. the great awakening is already underway, and it will not be stopped. it will blanket the earth in sparkling hope and tender care.

and all those who hear the calling, who feel the whisper in the innermost chambers of their souls, they will begin to rub the grey sleep from their eyes and to see, with their inner sight, the light of the cosmos pouring in.

universal love is here.

and all who listen are part of its unfolding.

love,

forever and always

~ the universe

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just when you think you’ve reached a new plateau in your healing journey, you find yourself underground again, just as i am now, typing this out on my phone.

i’m sitting in our crawl space, trying to figure out the number to call for someone to look at our heating system. all the things finn used to handle when he was alive.

it’s not even the acute pain that usually gets us the worst.

it’s the slow, steady work of carrying that same sorrow up the same old hill.

whether you’ve lost someone you love, or you carry other kinds of grief from the many ways life can break our hearts, the weight is real.

sure, there are pauses in between, the moments when you can stop and take in the view, but mostly, it feels like a slog.

and yet, as i type out these words with my thumbs, there’s a whispering in my soul, i can faintly just start to make it out.

a voice is growing louder than the throbbing thoughts of my despair.

beloved, the voice calls from somewhere deep inside my being.

like a child drawn to the edge of a well, i peer over the rim into the abyss. i find myself calling back, my words echoing off the sides down into eternity. i wipe a tear from my cheek and lean in closer to listen.

yes? i whisper, with a strand of hope, soft and thin as a spider’s web, unraveling its grip around my heart.

that’s when i hear it, the voice beneath the noise.

sweet child of my heart,

do not fear.

do not let the world’s sorrows drown you in their pain.

there is another way, soft and gentle like a sweet newborn’s breath upon your skin.

it doesn’t ask you to be anything other than what you are.

you don’t need to perform or prove yourself to anyone in order to receive my unconditional love and abundance.

breathe, my little fledgling.

your heart beats fast with courage and strength.

know that my breath will carry you on the winds of change, as you learn to spread your little wings and fly.

they may feel small in your earthly body, frail compared to the giants who gnash their teeth and bare their fangs in endless suffering and great shows of domination, yet your spirit is vast.

your spirit wings are as majestic as a dragon’s, and your heart is made of pure gold.

you are learning to breathe your heart’s fire without burning down all in your path.

you are learning to stretch your wings and feel how your shimmering rainbow scales protect you from any unwanted attack.

you are full of integrity and grace, and as such, you are one of my loyal defenders against the injustice that grips the earth in iron bands.

but all that is changing now.

the call has been heard, and like rain on a parched field, my love has already watered the soil.

a super bloom is in progress, for all the souls with strength in their bones and courage in their hearts are responding to my call.

so fear not, my precious little fledgling.

all that was turned upside down shall now be made right.

you are my beloved—

forever and always, always and forever.

love,

~the universe

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for me it happened while washing the dishes. i was contemplating how reactive i can easily become when life feels like a lot (which is a lot of the time!) and especially with a history of trauma.

it’s then that this channeled message came through. Its timing was a perfect reminder for me, and hopefully you’ll find it helpful too!

there is no rush.

when the mind starts to spiral, caught in extremes, in ride-or-die thinking, remember this: trauma happened because it came on too fast, too strong, too out of control.

that’s what makes it trauma.

the mind can unconsciously recreate the feeling of being out of control simply because it’s familiar. that black-and-white way of seeing a situation is the trauma response itself, running the nervous system like an old program.

here is where the sacred pause can be a healing and beautiful practice.

the word practice carries grace. it’s not about getting it right, but about showing up again and again.

to practice mindfulness, or pausing, is simply to notice, breathe, and return, as many times as it takes.

when we practice this way, the nervous system, that once braced for danger, learns a new rhythm, one of calm, safety, and presence.

the breath is not just how the body takes in oxygen.

it’s how we touch the universe, a quiet rhythm of giving and receiving, both simple and nourishing.

presence exists as a dance between the universal soul and the individual soul currently inhabiting a body.

breathing floods the blood with the oxygen it needs, but, most importantly, the breath is how the human being remains anchored in the present moment.

so when you are in a trauma response, neurologically you will notice there is a lack of breath.

there is a holding and restriction to this flow that doesn’t let the breath of life play you like the sweet instrument that you are.

for your soul is the heart strings for the universal consciousness to play upon.

in moments of fight or flight, the trauma response pulls you out of harmony with life, as though a tear opens in the invisible fabric that connects you to everything.

your breath loses its natural rhythm, and stress hormones surge through the body, readying you for danger that may no longer be here.

fear not, for everything you feel you’ve lost still lives just beyond the walls the mind built to keep you safe.

you are so close, truly only ever a breath away from sinking into the quiet, steadiness of presence itself.

so breathe, precious child of my heart. you were always right here with me all along.

love,

~the universe

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there is a place inside the human heart where all your answers lie.

for the individual heart and the cosmic heart communicate just as with a radio, acting as both a receiver and a transmitter, between the individual soul and the universal soul of all that is.

that is why the heart and its wisdom is the true gold currency of this planet.

it is why forces of control and domination would go to all lengths to keep you from waking up to this knowledge.

you are a cosmic transmitter, and, as such, you have access to universal consciousness at all times.

in your wounding and your pain you forget that this is so.

but when you honor your heart for the sacred temple that it is, you can think of it as also having an inner doorway, leading within and always open for you to enter.

you hold the keys to the kingdom of heaven. and you are always divinely connected.

when you seek the love and approval of another, know that this is also part of your nature. for the human being is also a pack animal seeking to be connected with others of its kind.

and the time of the lone wolf is over.

know thyself and you will know the world.

love,

the universe

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we meet again in this space between worlds, where you come to be whole, to be renewed, to be cleansed in your soul.

learn to drink from spirit as you would from a tall, clear glass of water on a hot summer day.

the healing power of water, the baptism of spirit, is the current of life.

when you choose to drink from the fountain of youth, you return to the foundation of your soul, a liquid light pouring into your being when the mind grows quiet and the weight of the world is set aside.

inside you is infinite stillness.

inside you is infinite compassion.

inside you is infinite knowing.

so when you return again and again to drink, to bathe, to rest, you find only beauty, only surrender, only solitude filled with infinite space.

come often.

come daily.

return again and again to be renewed in the sanctity of your own essence, which, like water, like source, flows freely and abundantly within you and all around you.

it has always been so.

it will always be so.

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though your mind may doubt and your heart may cry out for recognition, know this: you can only ever give it to yourself first.

what you have, at times, longingly sought in the gaze of another, is but a reflection of your own feelings of inadequacy or failure. but fear not, this mirroring is the way you learn and grow.

it is how you come to understand that your essence, the deep pools of understanding within your being, are what draw forth all manner of external reflections.

this is the game of life.

time itself is part of that game. it is an illusion, a third-dimensional construct, with its own frequency and place, like the sun and stars that appear to move across the sky, when really it is you who are moving.

in the same way, time appears to flow linearly with past, present, and future. but in truth, it is one continuous present moment. you may hear these words, but you only come to know this when you allow yourself to feel it, to flow into the dimension of timelessness.

this felt sense is a state of consciousness, an embodied dimension of being.

holy of holies is this universal experience, though for many humans it does not feel holy.

why?

because you choose to remove yourself from the infinite flow of the universe, to enter into a very specific set of circumstances and limitations.

within this tight container, you experience duality and suffering.

and yet, within this darkness comes greater understanding. this path is not for the weak of heart, but for the courageous, who come to earth to experience spirit poured into dense matter.

here, in the weight of contrast, spirit forges its most precious instrument, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a tool of awakening.

that is you, dear one.

you, and the brave souls who chose this mission: to take part in the great play of consciousness.

not a battle, but a play.

as consciousness evolves, species evolve, and together this is the dance of life.

there is no rush. there is no urgency, though these feelings run rampant on the planet. they are sisters to scarcity, born of fear.

but as humanity awakens, the chains loosen. and you, too, are awakening.

this is the story you are living now. majestic, beautiful and as radiant as sunrise. for you are standing at the dawn of a new era for humankind.

so remember, if nothing else from this message today:

you. are. right. on. time.

p.s. the challenges you have carried were never given to break you.
they were placed in your path to shape you, to carve your soul into an instrument fine enough to sing beauty from sorrow, truth from discord, and light from even the darkest night.
every sharp edge has been a tuning, every trial a note in the greater song of your becoming.

love,

~the universe

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when i discovered pallas athena as an aspect of my astrological chart, it felt less like learning something new and more like meeting an old companion.

the truth is, we all carry her. she is not only myth, not only star, but a living lineage woven through every chart, through every woman, through every generation that has ever risen to speak wisdom into the world.

in the Greek stories she came in a blaze of light, bursting from the mind of Zeus fully grown, armored, and radiant. an owl flew at her side, a symbol of vision that pierces the night.

she was not a child who needed years to ripen. she was wisdom itself, stepping into the world complete.

she became the protector of cities, the strategist of heroes, the one who could weave clarity where others only felt chaos.

astrology remembers her as an asteroid, circling in the heavens, holding this archetype inside us.

she shows where our feminine intelligence lives, the kind that does not dominate with force, but creates through strategy, compassion, and foresight.

she is the part of us that sees patterns in the dark, the part that steadies us when we must speak the truth, the part that protects without closing the heart.

and in this moment of history she rises again as teacher. She tells us that wisdom is not something to be hidden away, that silence is not the same as peace, that love without justice is only a shadow of love. She calls us to step forward with clear eyes and open hands, to trust the patterns we see, to use our vision for healing and protection.

my beloved child of the Universe,

athena asks you now—

to trust your sight even when others doubt it.

to speak when silence would cost too much.

to defend what is sacred, and to protect what is innocent.

to weave compassion with clarity, beauty with justice.

to act not in rivalry, but in alliance.

to let your wisdom shape the future instead of hiding it away.

she is the old companion returning.

she is the clear voice rising.

she is the goddess walking with you now.

she is rising in me.

she is rising in you.

love,

~the universe

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some voices don’t arrive in words. they rise like mist from a mountain meadow at dawn, only visible when the light bends just right. you have to be alone to hear them. still enough to notice the stream’s breath. empty enough to remember what you’ve always known.

i was a teenager, heartsick and hollowed, when i first heard the voice that would one day save me. i didn’t know yet what i was carrying. the memories were still buried. the venom of betrayal, planted in childhood, had not yet surfaced in conscious thought. but i felt its weight in my bones. i felt it in the ache i couldn’t name. so when they offered me a solo wilderness fast in the colorado high country, during a three-week outward bound backpacking trip, i said yes.

for three days and nights i fasted—sitting beneath a pine grove or wandering through alpine meadows bursting with wildflowers. i followed babbling brooks, climbed craggy cliffs, and found myself swallowed in a silence so vast it felt alive. the earth breathed around me. at night i nestled into a bed of evergreens and wept for reasons i couldn’t yet articulate. the sadness came in waves. so did the beauty. the water was crystalline, the sky too big to hold. i had never felt more alone, or more seen.

on the final day, after bathing in the icy stream, something changed. i felt emptied, like an old vase rinsed clean. and then, i filled. not with thoughts or memories, but with presence. a consciousness moved into me, through me. it wasn’t separate. it was mine. it was me. but it was also more than me.

i began to write. furiously. the words flowed through my hand like water, every answer to every question arriving fully formed before i even knew what i was asking. i wrote into my little weather-warped journal until the sun disappeared behind the peaks. every line held truth. every word held peace. and for the first time, i felt whole.

i didn’t know it then, but i had entered the stream of my higher self. i had opened the door to something ancient and loving, something buried beneath all the noise. and for a time, it became my compass. that journal held the map to the soul i had not yet remembered.

but like many sacred things, i forgot. i buried the journal. i tucked it away in a crawl space. i re-entered the world. i went to college. fell in love. married. had children. survived. i didn’t understand yet how essential that voice was. i didn’t yet know that the forgetting would lead me straight into the fire.

it would be years later, after devastation and loss, that i would find the journal again. the pages were bent and yellowed, but the voice inside was untouched. and i would remember what i had first learned there, among the evergreens and wildflowers: the soul speaks when we are empty enough to listen.

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