!Home. The word is a conjurer, wielding pain, pleasure and profound exposure simultaneously. We all have one, some would argue more than one. Right now, this is being scribed from my physical birthplace. Yet, as familiar as this all is, there is another home out there of mine, also familiar, and in surprising ways, more-so.
I know these roads. On them, I began my journey – first on foot, then bicycle and eventually with automobile. The back streets come to me without Google or Yelp. I find the fastest route and the yummiest ice cream. The birds are familiar. I notice the absence of a distinctive song bird; we called it a “bob white”. I am told they seem to have gone from here. The woods are overgrown. I can't find that tree under which I had my first kiss.
What is not gone is the feeling. It springs from those of us who grew up on this island. We are familiar. It is a similar feeling that tells me of another home. This one has no visuals – yet. I am fortunate. I've “spoken” to my other family, getting a sense of them and of home. Profound love rests there. It feels bigger in a different way than this love from my birthplace. Both are real.
For me, this other home is the Pleiades. I know not which celestial body. For you, it will be that place (or people) that conjures up this emotion of “home”. I've been told that most of us doing this work are a sort of hybrid. That DNA from others was added to that of our earth/birth parents. That our essence chose the configuration specifically for this moment on earth. We are human. We were born with a sense, sixth sense perhaps, of not “fitting in”. With a knowing deep within that there were others, that they were family also. Yet they were not from earth, and not here with us.
I am told that there are also 100% humans. No additional DNA has been included in their physical costume. All of their memories take place here, on this slave planet. It is all they have ever known.
This results in a sort of split. Those of us with memories of “free” and those of us without. You can perhaps see, in this scenario, how everyone is “right”. We know what we know and believe what we have seen demonstrated. Genetics play into our physical expressions. We are all human, of that there is no doubt. The split shows up in belief patterns, in reasons for being alive at all. We (the light workers) have shown up to demonstrate that another way is indeed possible. This shift in consciousness only happens when enough of humanity wants it to.
It is not enough that we are waking up, but it is a necessary start. The more of us that awaken, the greater effect our numbers can have on humanity. And once enough of humanity wants to shift – we shift as One.
This script is being written each day. You'll hear scientific explanations for the changes, as well as “woo-woo” explanations. It's all true. What none of them have is an exact “time”. That will be determined by the whole of us.
We come from many places, and have converged on a planet for a purpose. It's not enough that we talk only to each other. We must reach everyone we have access to.
The Wonder Woman film is astounding in so many ways. The most powerful, however, is in its expression of love. This is not a hearts and flowers, teary, sappy, kissy-face love. No, this love has the force of creation behind it. It is kick ass. It's appearance on a big screen production heralds a generation of little girls with new heros, as well as ways and reasons to enter the fray and make a difference. Without giving anything away; it's worth seeing and sends a potent 5D message to humanity.
Now, we all don't have access to Hollywood, but actual change happens within relationships and we all have those. The more we get out there and share, the faster things change.
We are the ones we've been waiting for – let's do this.
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