Communication Rising Into Communion

My experience of this morning feels like I imagine levitation to be.

Floating in the current of frequency shift running through the crust of Mother Earth as the wave of its physical and energetic movement flows throughout her and within us.

The release of the tension built over decades culminating in a realignment nurtured over millennia. Mother Earth breathing a sigh of relief as her waters rise and release.

A step in the reconnecting of her primordial grid lines and structures. A resetting, a recalibration, a remembering; a communion of vibrational coherence with humanity.

The shaking free from artificial detours and breaks in the circuit of communication between and within us. Can you feel the openness, a gentleness in the connection with her? An elevation in your understanding of what is unfolding? An expansion in your acceptance of and gratitude for the co-creative flow of communication with her?

Communication rising into communion. The banality of information transforming, unfolding into the sacred ritual. Receiving and transmitting simultaneously: the interchange an integration and a reception, a merging and an allotting.

The field charged with renewal. Returning to its origin and remembering its becoming. All time integrated and constraints dissolved. Past, present and future combining into one experience, one state, one being.

Levitating in this plasmic existence all potentials are available and have already come to pass. Atomic restructuring and quantum reconnections unfolding within us and within Mother Earth.  What was once only felt is now being witnessed.

This is where we find ourselves. Levitating in the timelessness of crumbling structures and reformations rising from the soil of our mutual awakening. Lifted out of the box of solid walls and limiting decrees.  Lifted out of containment and partition, of dissociation and denial.

As the resettling begins to take form, where will we choose to place our feet? Amongst the falling ruins of confinement and the illusory comfort those walls offered? Or will we step out onto the land rising to meet us in our mutual elevation?

As we rise, she rises.  As she rises, we rise.  Communication rising into communion.