Well, I am still trying to process the material that I channelled over a week ago, as well as a little more yesterday. This happens in my personal handwritten journal -- I've been doing it for years, only for the most part it used to be personal guidance, sort of an internal cheering section. "Hang in there, you're doing fine" kind of thing. During the pandemic, I did some more "pointed" channelling, about humanity's response to the pandemic, but I didn't own a computer and had no access to one -- and those entries are gone now. Last year, I had to throw out about 30 pounds of journals simply because I had to pare way back and put as little into storage as possible.
So now, new channelling. Who am I channelling? My inner self? My ancestress Beryl? The Goddess? Mother Earth? All of the above? I'm not completely sure, although Mother Nature seems to identify Herself. I'm re-reading the paragraphs from the lens of anger, and realizing, yes, they contain a fair amount of that. I'm pretty sure the Goddess has those moments (those jokes about God coming back, and "she's pissed"!), and I'm comfortable up to a point with my own anger, now that I've been pretty honest about it. It's not really a case of, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all. But I do believe things are moving so fast that we need to focus primarily on the warm-hearted path through these hard times, and be as loving as possible. At the very least, be aware of when we are operating lovingly and when we are not.
So, for the moment, I'm only sharing a short portion of what came to me last Sunday, but as it has to do with earth changes, I think it's relevant, and it's more visionary than critical. Perhaps Mother Earth is speaking for all of us women!
...It's about all the insults, the disrespect, the ghosting. The indignities, small and large. All stuffed down into my belly, hidden from sight. All my power, stuffed down, year after year. And now it's bursting forth...I see a world far beneath the surface, far beneath the trees' roots and the mines and the oceans, a world of fires that will themselves melt the toxins and create new landscapes and forge new paths. We will be changed. Nature will be changed. It won't feel like love, but it is the force of love and creative self-expression and I get to do this because I am Mother Earth and this is my body, and if I wish to re-form Her now, old woman that I am, I get to re-form Her because I have that agency. I have that sovereignty.
