In the Footsteps of Mastery

Dream of Winter

 

Winter is a time of coming home to oneself; a time of curling up with a good book, a warm quilt and the aroma of simmering homemade soup wafting through the house.

 

It is a time when poetry stirs in the soul and inspires the mind.  Charles Darwin said, at the end of his life, that the loss of a taste for poetry and music is loss of happiness.  Winter is a time to renew our acquaintance with Wordsworth, Frost and Browning and to get to know the modern poets of our time with their thoughts as new as the morning.

 

With a fire crackling in the hearth during stormy nights or on cold, crisp days, the deeper hues of our soul reveal themselves.  The richly textured passions residing deep within our hearts stretch and stir and come to life.  It is a time of crashing waves and large, juicy apples and the birth of extravagant and lofty dreams.

 

Some of those dreams will die a stillborn death.  But some conceived during winter’s passionate embrace will travel with us into the early spring when the days grow quiet and clear as a mountain spring and the oak trees purring under the gentle touch of spring showers unfurl their new leaves in the vibrant green of a Van Gogh.

 

Some dreams may even come to fruition during the lazy days of red watermelons and summer sunshine, golden as the rape flowers that paint the rolling hills of Berkshire.  Some, on the other hand, may lie fallow awaiting fertile conditions in which to flourish.

 

But like the fragrance of the honeysuckle hedge beneath the kitchen window, they linger and as winter returns, so do they.  In the cherished hours of reverie they arise unbidden to beguile and tantalize the mind again with their promised possibilities.

 

 

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Learning from Computers

Apparently when something is created on a computer, the layers must be locked down and saved individually.  Otherwise changes made, or parts removed from subsequent layers will leave gaps in original parts of the creation.  So it is with the Books determining reality.  The Book of Life had gaps in it, hence certain things kept lingering after they’d been removed.

Today Mother put in the Book of Creation that each entry, since the very first Creation, be saved (locked down) separately.  The whole Book will be locked down when the Holy City materializes on Earth. 

This is the reason every little detail in the Book of Creation needs to be so pure and clear and for the highest good into perpetuity.  Once the City is here, parts of the book up until that point cannot be changed.  This realization makes me a lot more patient!

Insight of the day:

Passion, in its highest form, is not to want to know the face value of another, nor their sexuality, but rather their essence.

Transmissions From The Angels

A Treasure Trove Opens

The following have come from the oracles:

From the oracle Shelley~

"Holy words, remember them

To ignite the passion once again

Told to but a few, but many will know

Bliss once again, repeat the rose"

-from a being named Rucjaci

From the oracle Eva~

"...I felt that I have to re-draw the DNA rose that Almine

drew and fill it with this writing...by the end of it I could

hardly keep my eyes open."

Jaylene, my little 9 year-old daughter, is a natural seer.

She drew the different ages of growth and showed that

the rose must blossom in the age of growth through grace.

This morning:

Mother opened the electrical components of the DNA chambers (the rose).

Previously the half of the properties that were opened was that of love.

This morning what opened were the components of passion.

The alchemy this forms is the component of intimacy.

All can now intimately know Mother in their hearts.

The Key that Unlocks Passion within the DNA

The Symbol of Alchemy of Love

The Symbol of Alchemy of Passion (from 130^th Library / Chalice Well

The Key that Unlocks the Remaining Half of the Holy Libraries

The Blossoming of the Rose by the Seer Jaylene, age 9

Passionate Self-Exploration

The oracle Shelley was awakened by an angry being.  His message was:

“Rucket igh ula ma ril ogh ma eeee.”

Let in the light to our home so that we can once more roam the earth.

Mother said these hostile beings were not life-enhancing and needed to be dissolved.  I asked Her why they had survived at all; whether something angry was trapped inside the major lightworkers.  Mother said that the expression of passion was misunderstood in our lives, making us angry because our passion felt locked inside us.

I immediately thought of the beautiful sigil I had received from the oracle Karen this morning:  the angel Ah Barava Hutvi, angel of passionate self-exploration had given her his sigil with the words “this will help Almine solve what she is working on.”  She has also received angel sigils for the angels of self-gratitude, self-praise, self-pride, self-beauty, self-grace and the fire within.

I asked Mother whether the expectation for another to fulfill our passionate expression was the problem.  She explained that the most passionate relationship anyone should have must first and foremost be with themselves. 

Mother placed the frequency of passionate self-exploration into the cosmic frequencies. 

Note to myself:  I am making a list of things I wish to do for myself to create an “affaire of the heart” with myself; to enhance the potency of my passion about myself.

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Angel of Passionate Exploration-Sigil