On Weaving the Worlds

I know in my cells that I am a weaver of worlds.  Much of what we hear each other saying in this awakening time is like a reminder, again and again and again.  There is a potent activation that feels to be happening now as we as a community speak these codes to each other over and over, in our many tongues.  Attuning.  Clearing the noise with a pure ripple of interdependent collective soul activation. The fire of transmutation feels to be bringing all aspects of the experience of duality to a high-pitched discomfort in our human vessels, to be burned in a Divine Heat, to be emptied, to be remade, so that we become vessels standing on this Earth channeling pure Unconditional Love.  Here.  Now.  On THIS ground.  With THESE hands.  and THIS voice....

I have been thinking a lot lately about the term "spiritual bypass" and realize that it is simply what happens when this celestial-terrestrial hardware (which I believe we are aligning and balancing) jumps up to pure spirit to be infused with that for an in-breath, before dropping down into what could be called pure Samsara (the human/material/plane of form) and feeling the density/weight/heat/pressure/sensation of all of it. It is as if these two are weaving back and forth in me, finding a sacred marriage. I feel a more compassionate term than "bypass" would be something like "temporary withdrawal to the spirit plane due to overwhelm caused by the intensity of the human drama." It is like the Eye of God, unaffected, seeing all in neutrality. Sometimes we need these sips, like breaths of air, in order to plunge back down into the ocean of form (the feminine).  

Weaving.  Bridging worlds.  Channeling the love of God and Goddess back and forth/back and forth.  Cool/All-seeing Light. and Hot/Sensorial Dark Mystery. In breath.  Out breath.

As I slowly come into my body, it is quite intense the amount of trauma I find running through my nervous system. Can be confusing what is collective and what is personal, and I wonder if it really matters.  It is as if by awakening as a celestial being into my beautiful terrestrial container, I am awakening in the very Body of Mother Earth.  Feeling her nervous system pulsing through my own blood, nerves and cells.

As SHE awakens, as I awaken, and take on the tender work of healing myself, it is the same work as everyone and everything else in this vast cellular body of HER, aligning themselves within HER body to heal HER, to heal US.  Now may I be a vessel, in my own moment-to-moment life, of calming HER, soothing HER, loving HER, bringing balm to HER, slowly, tenderly showing HER that it is SAFE to UNFOLD, RELAX, UNWIND, BREATHE, STRETCH OUT, shudder softly open like a flower long buried under snow, gently and tenderly calling on the soft and steady heat of the DIVINE MASCULINE SUN who sees her with his VAST EYE and holds her in steady admiration....... So may it be through the body of this unique flower that is me.