And today I sing prayers for the rising Son
Today I sing prayers for his great return
Today I sing prayers for the continued interweaving of our highest destiny
For the immaculate unfolding of our continued highest good
I sing prayers to dispel the death spiral
I sing prayers to obliterate the death march
For so many pay tribute to it.
How many will not fold?
How many truly sing her praise in the holy hours of her dawn rising?
How many truly listen to the voices of the real sages and seers, whispering on the wind, a golden light?
How many let it enter their bodies like a great hum, recalibrating from the inside out?
How many hear the voice vibrating in their own sacred heart?
How many are willing to die and be reborn to such wisdom?
Today I sing her praise, as I sing his praise.
I sing the praise of the dusk and of the great dawn, the ending of the eclipse of the Son, the rising of the white dragon, a blessing everywhere.
May you be reborn like a King.
May you remember the one true Queen, greener than an emerald fire, petals blanketing our world in her full grace, a song, a prayer, a hymn to the already healed, a hymn for total remembrance in the darkest night, rising.
How many truly sing her praise in the holy hours of her dawn rising? I Will!
How many truly listen to the voices of the real sages and seers, whispering in the wind, a golden light? I Will!
How many let it enter their bodies like a great hum, recalibrating from the inside out? I Will!
Thank you for standing for Her as we all stand because we are all connected through our Mother the Earth.
Amen. God bless. May we nurture her and us like all great mothers do.