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The year that powerlessness becomes your strength!

There comes a time when powerlessness overtakes you.

Its presence becomes too loud, too overwhelming, tearing away at an identity you thought you embodied since

the day you were born. It becomes a constant companion, etching away at your strength, your purview of the world and those relationships therein.

It claims you in ways that nothing else does, leaving footprints in your path that you are not even sure are your own.

It’s voice whispering in your ear over and over again as you run as fast as you can away from it, projecting blame onto a darkness

You have become all too familiar with.

This is the year that all changes.

2026.

Your cells are changing.

Worm holes filled with Divine Light are being created

In every realm within your body.

Every realm that has sheltered generations seeking solace within your spiritual path.

The blind will be able to see.

The deaf will be able to hear.

The God you believe in will forever be different in your heart and mind.

A more tangible and transcendent experience of grace.

Your powerlessness will tremble under a Divine truth, a truth whose path

Will begin to reveal itself as you morph into someone different, someone new.

 Your desire for ecstasy will leave no place for powerlessness.

That relationship to what has frightened you will come to rest

As will the sword you have used to fight it all these years.

And in the blink of an eye, powerlessness will become your greatest strength

As you walk in the house of the gods together remembering who you truly are.

Gather the bones of your ancestors my friends. Gently whisper into their ears.

The time has come to be released from their form.

Even in the world of spirit, some still struggle with the darkness. Others still fear the light.

Accompanied by the Divine, you will become master of your own heart as this portal emerges upon us.

A solstice so inviting, the sun and moon weep tears of ecstasy,

The stars surrender to a rhythm only love can create.

We are in a brief moment in time where we can dwell in the house of the gods.

All of us.

Both saint and sinner, equally held by tender mercies of a great compassion we have yet to behold.

It is here the unknown will be known to us.

Where God’s magnificent handiwork upon creation

Will be afforded the indispensable opportunity to forgive one another.

To release each other from the very darkness that brought us to this place.

To free our ancestors from their own fears.

Yes, a brief moment in linear time is upon us my fellow travelers.

We beseech you Solstice, have mercy on us and give us the strength to enter into love unconditionally.

And I will follow you through the desert quenching your thirst

I will walk by your side carrying your burdens

Sharing your despair

Tending to your loneliness

I will gaze at your sins

With a forgiveness that is holy. 

Raise me up

And the sun will know your name

The moon will know your dreams

And the skies will birth your purpose.

Raise me up so that my heart becomes yours

And yours becomes mine.

And when you raise me you lift yourself even higher

And our home, the one we have eternally desired, becomes one.

I won’t tell you that you will always feel safe.

I won’t tell you to let go of your grief.

I won’t tell you that the universe will always provide.

I won’t tell you that what you put out there is what you will attract.

I won’t tell you that if you surround yourself with white light that no harm will come to you.

With all the sages and saints whose wisdom has found its way to my heart,

What I can tell you is this.

We are part of a larger mystery

Where all emotions are raw and powerful gateways into deeper parts of ourselves

Where suffering is real and part of our spiritual development

And yes, we will lack truths and what we need to survive here at times,

That no matter what you extend into the universe, you will attract both light and darkness

Because that is life.

But we have been given choice,

An opportunity to grow or contract with what comes our way.

An opportunity within each moment to redefine

Our journey internally with our reactions and responses.

A freedom so powerful that many of us dare to utilize it.

The freedom to choose.

An embodiment of magic

Called to enter into yourself

With a myriad of blessings

So that you never forget

You will always be your own

Sacred home.

There are people that alchemize insecurities and fears, dreading the all too familiar power struggles at family gatherings.

I’ve listened to people for weeks before a major holiday celebration sharing the angst they feel, summoning up the pretense

To elicit an inescapable joy they feel others want to witness.

Polishing every emotional crack and crevice so the facade created hides the gnawing truth they would rather be somewhere else.

Sometimes that somewhere else is even outside of their own being, detached from familial memories of holidays gone awry.

Then there are those who have no family or home to go to. 

They wait with intense anxiety for the day to pass, for a courage to be ignited that reminds them

That they too, are a valuable force contributing to humanity.

They reach for any semblance of worthiness in the hopes that they might be a flicker of a thought in someone else’s day.

Then there are people who don’t want to celebrate, as memories of a loved one gone too soon triggers a pain so deep

That cultivating happiness is a daunting feat.

And the others, the people who can’t wait to greet the smiles and hugs of friends and families they hold dear.

Of stories they might have missed along the way and a familial experience which captures their soul.

This complex matrix that we weave around holiday time.

There is no right or wrong way to celebrate.

Each one of us is entitled to our experience, to carry it and live with it.

What I do hope is that no matter which thread we are weaving, that we do find something to be grateful for.

I believe we can, and that we actually owe it to ourselves and the life that has brought us to where we are now to do so.

I am grateful for my life, and for all of you who are in it.

Warmly,

Laura

Sometimes your wounds just need
To be gathered gently and held
By a heart filled with prayers of love
A kindness which allows them to
Breathe silence in its purest form
So that awakening is a softer path
And healing becomes more merciful.

Laden with burdens from an ancestral past

Tears strolling down your cheeks

With each footprint on your path

Joy becomes unrecognizable

As you feel responsible for the pain of others.

Who was it that taught you to live this way?

Freedom of self becomes an abandoned vision

That only mystics can obtain

The mountain too high to climb

The heart too heavy to forgive

Fragments of a life not lived strewn across the landscape

Of your inner humanity

Will your unworthiness be your only legacy?

Only you can decide.

Perhaps the precipice is not as steep as you think it is

Perhaps the tempest is merely a gentle rain cloud

Disguised as darkness

To test your faith

To make you believe that one step forward into the light

Worthiness waits to greet you.

I’ll be waiting for you.

The earth may carry their bones but their spirits are ever present in every facet of your being. Your anger, your sorrow, your joy, your peace, each emotion permeating every cellular thread from the heavens to the earth. It is between and within those spaces where we have the power to change the past, the present and the future. When you follow me, you follow every footprint. Your first step, your baby step, your seminal imprint in this world is ensconced within a million footprints. If you want to change the world, honor the footprint. Honor the thread that connects you with a million souls before you and a million souls still awaiting their powerful births into this world.

Their stories of creation, their stories of survival, their stories of hope, their stories of love…those stories will not change, nor necessarily those that are predestined. What will shift is the way in which we perceive these stories, the ways in which we carry them in our bodies, the ways in which our cellular threads communicate every syllable through our ancestral genes.

Oh dear child, your ancestors will hear you. Your ancestors will know you differently than they do now. You will even come to know yourself differently. Follow me, amidst the graves of your ancestors. Learn their footprints by name so your own name might be revealed to them by the gods.

You’re human.

Life wasn’t meant to be easy.

It was meant to be lived.

Choices weren’t meant to always make you feel safe.

They were meant to help you feel empowered despite the outcome.

Loneliness wasn’t meant to be healed.

It was meant to remind you just how much we are connected.

We all eventually rise.

We just have to remember the fall comes first.

Stop hating yourself because of the struggle.

Love yourself because therein lies the opportunity for growth.