I was cleaning out my bathroom cabinet, listening to The North Star, and this passage hit me. We all chose this time to incarnate for a purpose. In all the intrusive darkness, the low vibrational energy in the world now, we chose to come here.
We all play a role in the evolution of our world. Some are beacons. It is prophesied that 144,000 Souls are here to guide the masses from the darkness and into the next phase of human evolution. We have already crossed a threshold we cannot come back from.
It might be true, that things will get worse before they get better, but I see potential in the Present. “We must gather up our lost Souls and return to Life. True Life.” I feel this deeply. It’s woven into my very DNA, spoken of in my personal Soul Code.
What I’m finding is, our lost Souls want to stay lost. A purpose I once looked at with excitement and wonder has become lonely and sad. I grieve for those who won’t understand. Like in the Bible when Noah warned all he could that the flood was coming. No one paid attention, except to call him crazy.
Whether the story is literal or metaphorical, I believe it is metaphorical, it still mirrors our world today. Light workers all over are being called sick in the head or conspiracy theorists or just plain stupid. Just like the story in the first book of the Bible. The beginning.
There are those who would rather spy on the Light workers to see for themselves if what they say is true and then every perceived flaw is something to exploit.
I am following my path. I am sharing what I know to benefit the lost Souls so they have a life preserver when the floods come. But they turn their back on it. A gold mine of wisdom and experience shrugged off and the lost retreat back into the embrace of intrusions that they allow to control them.
Personally, I lived that life for more than 30 years and it SUCKED. I remember thoughts that were not my own speaking out loud to me of how awful I am. Weak. Pathetic. Sick. Miserable.
I had no beacon to guide me out. I had to find my own way. And maybe that’s the only way it can happen. Maybe my purpose is not to gather lost Souls, but to hold space so they find a soft landing when they arrive ready and motivated to escape the control of intrusions.
This is what the Sanctuary is for. A soft landing. Proof that Life, true Life, is flowing and healthy and light. Like all humans, there are hardships. But the recovery time grows shorter and shorter each time. Living in balance, nourishing with the Sun, feeling by the Moon, trusting oneself. That is what true Life is. And I will never give that up. ❤️