It's In The Cards: LightCode Oracle

A Word About LightCode

LightCode is an invitation to open yourself 

to the more that you don't even know is there.

 

LightCode is a gift of attunemnt for your soul from your Spirit Team.

 

LightCode communicates with you beyond the known, 

familiar configurations of your linear mind. 

LightCode refreshes your connection to your 

InfiniteMind that is the Source of your intuitions.

Tune into your own Soul Knowing and feel the frequencies

 of the Universal Call to Love the Light that you are.

A Soul Healing Journey

Sacred Sacral

Sacred Sacral LightCode Activation

Sacred Sacral

Healing Magician Wand

Golden Caduceus Air Wings Movement

Pulsating LightCodes pulling through the Center 

Hidden in the Presence beneath the Surfaces of the Known

You are Your Own Answer to the Puzzle you Ponder

Capturing Essences in the Stream of the 

Frequency that is the Alignment that 

Powerfully runs through the Center

Captain Capture Captivate Conjugate

DNA Activation in Zero Point Presence (Being in this Moment)

Zero Point Presents (Gifts of Spirit)

Zero Point Presents (Presentations)

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Soulversations With My Higher Self

July 10, 2019

Soulversations with my Present Self; Presence Self; Divine Self; Higher Self; Source Self:
(Note: these are ongoing Soulversations I am having in collaboration with my Team in Spirit, my Higher Self, Galactic Collaborations, and Soul Alliances in Trust, Honor & Integrity. This post represents the Beginning Somewhere in the Middle of that ever unfolding Quantum process outside of linear time.)

I am a Bridge of Grace. I am a Divine Light Being. I am one of the One. I am Infinite Eternal Contagious.

WE address your concerns. WE feel Your Light. WE see your pain. WE know your dreams. WE are your dreams. WE are your Teams Spirit Wisdom Profound in line aligned. Quantum Fields of information suffuses every nuance of your Being. Being is the Key. Keys are multidimensional. Keys open doors. Keys are clues. Keys are focus. Focus is direction. Direction leads to Path. Path leads to Choices. Choices work with Free Will. Free Will is the foundation of creating & manifesting in the Physical Plane.

Doing follows Being. Being Present. Being Presence. Breathing Presence Tao & Zen Observation Allowing Surrender. Trust! Trust! TRUST YOURSELF! Notice the word "self" in every single pass at finding the term you are most comfortable with in relating to your Higher Self. It all begins with SELF - self-awareness; self-actualization; self-esteem; self-confidence; selfishness (a term so misunderstood, misjudged, misused, especially within religion); self-indulgent; self-expression; self-assurance. Self has been hijacked by the Conditioners of Worlds, the Manipulators. They deflect, defy, deify and deny the SELF.

The onus must be on self-remembering, self-healing, self-aligning, self-cleaning, self-maintaining. People no longer TRUST SELF! People no longer turn inward for answers from Self-Reliance, on Self-Belief, Self-Intuition. You have been taught, conditioned, manipulated to THINK that SELF cannot be Trusted! Lies! A Balanced Self is the most Trustworthy Source of Self-Actualization & Awareness there is BeCause it is tuned into the One Source of Realization & Connection to All That Is as part of the Collective OneCellF (Oneself). WE love the way your brain works & plays with letters & words & concepts!

One's Self
OneCellF
Myself
My Own Self...I Own Myself

Agreed

I couldn’t love you until I learned to love myself.

We agreed to this morass. We entered into the glom blinded, conflicted, convoluted, confused. We agreed to this stance with an eagle’s eye view to the long game believing we could go the distance, hold the tensions of separation, use the codependency platform to ensure a quagmire of challenges, to incubate change, clear karma once and for all Lifes that came before. Breaking hearts, mostly our own, to get the job done.

I agreed to be shackled
I agreed to be blinded
I agreed to the challenges inherent in life in this gravity of Time and Space
I agreed to marry him
I agreed to these lessons
I agreed to be misunderstood by you
I agreed to be misjudged
I agreed to separation within separation

I have no regrets. Just because I have no regrets doesn’t mean that my heart isn’t broken open, a seething wound of healing, an open sore pulsating with all the eons of lies and misconfigurations, a steaming pile of shit-stench rising, clearing, cleansing, releasing. This is the lesser known underside of LoveMoreThanLove. This is the Love grown out of the compost of the transmuted transmuted. This is where the raw, roiling organic energies wriggle and writhe in Becoming. Where the decay and the miracle meet. Where WhatOnceWas becomes the prima materia of NOW where all the components meet, buzz, thrum into a Life co-mingled with the Sun Energy Divinity. Pay attention to the observation that is Love, Love Undone to Become Your Love, My Love, Our Love, the Love unified in a Field we dreamed of millennia ago and longer ago than that.

You are your own Light
You are your own Dream
You are your own Configuration
You are your own Wisdom

We are not lost to one another. We are not gone from the Heart of Who We Are, have always been. It just seems that way from this vantage point, this fractal, this turn, this spin, this momentary trajectory in Time. We are not victims of Time, this construct we agreed to be blinded by for a Purpose, a Mission, a Reason greater than our personality selfs can see or know until we rise from the stinking pile of shit that is the human condition confined by the parameters of codependency and Mothyrdom.

Now

I honor you in the Love of the Oneness that we are
I honor you in the respect of the One that we are
I honor you in the trajectory of your personal quest to transcend your individual karma in this Time and Space
I honor you in your sorrow, sadness, blindedness
I hold you ever strong, ever wise, ever brave in the Golden Liquid Light that is our Eternal connection to the Love that we are One of
I hold you so tender in the Highest Vibration of Golden Violet White Light Pinkened by the undulating, cavorting rhythms of Love in Love, Love of Love, Love surrounded by Love Love is Love (English words taken over by LightCode where words are too slow, too narrow, to restricted.)

Reconnective Healing Is...

The Reconnection

Into the Swirl

Everything Quantum

Trees.

There are always trees.

Trees 

rising and descending valiantly in both directions, 

seen and unseen,into the light and into the dark, 

burrowing heroically into the atmospheres 

of earth below and sky above, 

naked, vulnerable, exposed, 

beautiful 

in revelation 

and nuance, 

divine lines

holding fast, 

shuddering in the

 cold January winds, 

poised against the blue of the sky

to defy the ever present desperation of miseries 

both defined and denied, known and unknown.

Then I remember that there are trees.

There are always trees.

Rewrites Required

Into the Swirl ~ HWMaclean.com

your heat your life your power your warmth your depth your touch your heart your mind your soul so open never closed poured out in wistful longing in bliss just one more kiss in every memory of  longing combined into this one moment goodbye waiting always waiting for one more time oh Heart! hold me to this Truth hold me to this path to completion and all I can do is Love you from within the depth of this place of heart overflowing my heart your heart always yours always mine forevermore

Let's

Let's not make Small Talk. 

Let's Talk about Us.

Let's Talk about Love.

Let's Speak of Soul.

Let's talk from within the 

Depths of the Quiet Rooms 

where we've lived all these years 

that we've been apart.

Let's talk from Here

where we have ever resided together, 

side by side One with the Other. 

Let's not waste our precious Time

in the Layers of the Mundane but rather, 

Let's Risk Below and Delve

into the Spaces where the 

Faint of Heart dare not go. 

Let us speak of Dark Longing 

and the kind of Missing that 

Slays us Time and Time 

again across years of Dying. 

Let's strip away all the shit put upon us 

by Lifetimes of Letting Go.

Let's start with Feeling 

your Heart here in Mine, 

our Souls so entwined, 

ever inseparable, Divine. 

Let's go from there. 

Let's not make Small Talk. 

Let's Talk about Us. 

Let's have Courage and Speak without Words.

Let's Love from Soul and Generate Miracles.

Let's Lead from Soul 

and Embrace this Magic, 

Mystical Love Eternal.

Let's...

A Raccoon, The Dolphin Balloon & Dragon Talons

Any manner of configuration manifests indelicately here within the confines of words understood, likely, by nobody but me. It's just as it should be. Reconnoiter, reconstruction...raccoon. I didn't mean to hit the little bastard. Neither one of us saw it coming. That's what makes it an accident. Still. I lift mine spirit to thine spirit, oh Raccoon and I am aggrieved that your life ended, not by my hand, but by my tires or by my car's body slamming into your body. There was nothing either one of us could have done. Such a metaphor for all that's wrong.

One thing leads to the other. That's life....


And then, inexplicably, I managed to lock Ashlin in my car. She was all snuggled in her winter coat, in her car seat, ready to go. All she really cared about was getting her hands on the big, huge dolphin balloon that I had just gotten her to replace the little pink one that had floated up and away to meet the stars the night before. Hilary, thankfully, was still there. All's well, as the saying goes....but my tenuous sensibilites were already compromised. Roiling emotions colliding into one another...hot friction building, as it is meant to...designed to draw me inward, ever inward, to that place where the dialogue is muted, urgent...pay attention, pay attention, it whispers. All this is happening for a reason. Be wise. Be here now and understand it all as it unfolds. Hindsight isn't an option I am willing to embrace this time. Tapped in, tuned in....adjusting the frequency for a better reception of the Universal messages that prevail. I'm listening with more senses than the five most known. Perhaps more accutely. And I am still in recognition of being just slightly out of phase. I know it looks like I'm in a fog. I know it looks like I'm not doing well...but, as with so many such occurances...things are not as they appear.


Then....

I find Mom sitting at a table in the dining area of the nursing home where she is being kept safe and cared for. She looks up and her face is suffused with the pleasure of recognition and an array of emotions flit there as if across a screen in montage. I stand still, my face on a level with hers, eye to eye, allowing all the other senses to connect for though her mind may not be fully at her disposal, I know her Soul is. The moment passes and we move on into her room. There is a bustle of changing her, testing her blood sugar, administering her insulin and settling her onto her bed. We are then alone. I focus my attention on taking care of some of her personal needs, things for a daughter to do for a mother. She acquiesces in silence, compliant in docility so unlike the woman that I have called Mother for 47 years. While I carefully clip what have become dragon talon fingernails, we are mostly silent. I decide to gently ply her. "Do you know who I am?" She answers, "Yes, of course I do. You are Diane," her younger sister who has passed on. In the quieter nuances of expression, I sense that she knows that this is not right. "No," I whisper. "I am your youngest daughter, Heather." Her energy has shifted into an unknowing place where she seems to float, disconnected and vague. It's strange how such vibrant, strong willed, independent people can disappear into a black cavern in the mind. I switch sides so that I can clip the dragon talons on her left hand. Clip, clip, snip, snip, being so very careful to not hurt her in any way, I am very focused. We are very quiet. I wield an emory board across her nicely shortened nails as if I know what the fuck I'm doing; like I've done this before. I look up into her fading eyes. She looks back into mine. We just stare at each other but we do not speak. Then, "How's that?" I ask. "Oh, that's...that's just...." Her words fall off into an abyss I believe she's become all too familiar with. Then she smiles a small little smile and reaches up to kiss me. Then, she ever so gently touches my hair and says, "Your hair...it's so lovely...so beautiful." I feel this heinous lump rising from some unknown depths into my throat. I can hardly swallow. She has NEVER touched me with such tenderness. NEVER looked at me with tender affection such as this. I say, "Thank you. It was a gift from you and Daddy." Not missing a beat she queries, "Oh, he doesn't miss it, having given it to you?" I could laugh and cry at the same time but she clumsily wraps her arms around me again, kisses me.


The ALL that she conveys to me is done in the language of the Soul, in energy, synergy and the belief that we are so much more than these physical bodies. And though most of my childhood, most of my adult relationship with my mother has been unadulterated SHITE...though we have battled for boundaries and fought for what we believed in, there has never been a doubt that some form of love is vollied between us. It's been a working relationship....one we've been working on for years. The things I've learned from my mother are not things consciously taught, but rather, learned through this life struggle, both of us earnestly interested in personal growth and independence. We, none of us, is perfect. We, none of us, have it all figured out. I find that we figure it out as we go along. I love my mother richly, deeply, intensely. I respect her for the hard struggle of her life. I adore her outrageous sense of humor and her ability to find the oddest circumstances hysterically funny. I love the humility that has not always been easily admitted to or arrived at. I am ever grateful for her love of words and books and all things British. And I know I would not be this complicated, complex individual without having had her as my Mother. And I know, for all the ways she really fucked me up, during some phases of my malleable years more than others, she loves me with a love uniquely generated from someplace in her center...someplace in that Soul that is so much more, so much larger than this physical body she presently inhabits.


As I guided her back to the dining area for her supper, reconnecting with the nurses aid, I heard her say to Taylor, "I don't know where she goes...." and Taylor, the CNA, gently responded, "Probably home." Thus Mom segues from one realm into the other. And so it goes....dementia today, dementia tomorrow......