To the epic seekers, the dissolvers of veils, the tenderhearted mystics.
Veins pulsing with celestial dreams, buried in secret hiding places, quietly shredding illusions.
Bearers of the cosmic juice. Come out come out wherever you are.
To all who seek support as they burn in the fire of their initiation.Who have been holding back or been held back, living silent, squashed and invisible; or maybe just a couple octaves softer than they wanted. Who perpetually perceive, process, ache and awe from the beauty and sorrow of this existence.Who are decoding the blueprint of their essence. Who long to embody the loving, creative lifeforce that powers the universe. Who thirst for kindness as they perch forward on that limb.
When all the conditioning and distortions are stripped away, when you can be fully seen and felt as you are, then you might be free to be a sentient participant in this and all realms.
A healing is a moment of transition where once we were bound in shame; now we are filled with compassion for all of our deepest humiliations. Where once we were held captive by the need to shrink and hide; now we are thrilled to radically expose ourselves. We give permission to our ambivalence, allow our unresolvable conflicts, fill every apologizing crevice with love. We feel ourselves intimately, sweetly, personally, transpersonally, transcendentally, and multidimensionally.
Harbingers of self-responsibility and inner clarity. Intuitive, imaginative, iconoclastic, seers, sages, storytellers, wayshowers, and healers. Sensitive, oversensitive, hypersensitive, receptive, perceptive vision questers. Poets, prophets, romantics, empaths, caretakers and creators. Sweet ones, considerate ones, ones who nurture. Radiators of the deep and subtle forces. Seekers of sovereignty.
To all who long to experience the staggering relief of being seen.
