IN my body so completely I embody every cell
Dreaming Myselves awake,
Yes, dreaming my cells awake
Spider web threads of moonlit silver connect my soul in uncountable safe anchors to my physical body as I astral project… I am whole across all ether
Champagne bubbles intoxicating out of body exploration
Metallic teathers trusted & true reverberate a sacred tune… a harp strum chord played on the now stretched ties as I rise from my bones to delight in the infinite void… the unseen beyond existing in every instance of existence.
Oh holy emptiness, Oh exuberant vacancy… My vacant vessel fills with Light- a well of peace, a channel of purity self healing its self as I play in the upper realms… the trick is to die before you die… float on into the no-thing of the great nothingness. No pain, no anguish, no expectation… here where memories disappear & only what must be known returns…
Triangular linear clouds composed of ash, smoke & midst with an odor that lingers… a scent reminiscent of damp meadows & musk… of dried roses & the feeling of silk… I remember this presence… an apparition manifests next to me taking form in Raven Demon, Serpentine She Who Loves Silence… The marble man, my Morning Star… White Buffalo Woman & her benevolent sky army of thunder beings… “Trust in the process especially in faithless events- lead they not to questions of purpose… but rather gratitude for the purification ritual of pain… nothing is lost therefore nothing is found… there simply only is, is as it was, as it will be.”
A green lightning streak illuminates the distance with a curvaceous adaptation of the sigil of Lucifer… Lord of Light opens their chest & I am engulfed in the white tunnel passageway through death…. Ah death my old friend- such comfort you bring me… your gentle just hands of sweet relief…
Here in the afterlife all is a twitter as the fluttering hummingbird wings of the matriarchal fusing with father… the rebirth of all dimensions into one… what once cradled me in unadulterated oblivion, the depth of black obsidian now giggled in anticipation… My guides smile at me… they know how hard I pray for this ascension- what a blessed gift to glimpse the fruition of my tears…
Into the purification chamber my Light body of soul lowered into the sacred bath of indigo hellfire by Hathor, Isis & Quan Yin… the beaufire tickles as it burns… I submit to this sacrifice of what no longer serves often & thus the sensations are pleasurable. I find a smile greets my face as I am consumed by the flames… Then unwoven at the seams thread by thread pulled apart by seemingly infinite silver spiders… Dreamweaver… Oh Great Grandmother Spider yes please reweave the strings I AM into a new tapestry of reality… one of strength vulnerable enough to house my full divinity…
MY wings unfurl… Black as the night liquid crystal in the light… color changing hues of jade, turquoise, chalcopyrite & onyx…
MY many incarnations, trials, tribulations, faults, falters & victories now play for me as somber symphonies with illuminating vigorous vivace passages… I know of whom I am… I know who I am… I hold in my mighty frail palms the opportunities I thought I missed at the moment & all the perfect lessons birthed from every choice I’ve ever made… & ever will make…
I let go. I let go & surrender to the place I have never left yet always longed for… I nestle into the wisdom where one is all as all is one… blessed Light Beings escort me from drifting into returning to the chamber of the ancestors…
Stone walls of a cave, animalistic voicings o’er an open fire… Shapeshifters galavanting through the malachite cavern- a carnival of chaos & creation…
Dreamweaver with her legs of eight wraps me in her plum velvetine embrace- the soft fur of her warmth comforts me… from behind her slithers the wolven dragon that houses my soul while I sleep… Grandmother Spider pulls out a thread & crochets in a circle a winding telepathic message of perseverance, confidence, courage… & kindness for me… she knows my every fiber & I sway staring into her 8 intergalactic portals…
I see in the reflection of her fangs the Raven King standing behind me… Opening his wings he bursts forth into pure gold… instant downloads of the knowledge of all the ages covers my body in sunlight, absorbing into my skin the energy of protection, purpose, joy, & happiness…
The floor of the cave falls away, I am left to bask in the black womb of no-thing… the innermost center of all that is… the innocence of the world before it began… here I melt into the absence of anything at all… all thoughts, worries, concerns, personality traits are vacant… I remember the first time I reached for this hollow echo of the fade… I remember dying over & over to return home to here… to Ain Soph… “There will be rest”
Spirals of faces from various incarnations swirl around me as I portal back from the beyond to the cave… Now the singing encourages me to return to my life rewilded, beguiled by the awe of all… I sparkle covered in scales, shifting at will into trees, amethyst, jaguars & finally into my remarkable current form…
I feel beautiful… beautiful far past the surface shallow aesthetics of standards of beauty no no I feel beautiful in the way the ocean kisses the shore at the will of the tides, the way leaves fall dying colorfully to return in Gaia green… I feel beautiful in the euphoric interconnectedness of everything… I feel a part of the world, my heart a beating drum in the collective pulse, my breath a part of the summoning of sacred winds in & out of all space & time…
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There is no sky, there is no sea
No truth nor lies, there’s only dreaming,
& I am dreaming Myselves awake,
YES I AM dreaming my cells awake
And through the Syrian Galaxy,
A voice so bold calls out for me
Believe your truth & set you free
You will fulfill your destiny
AND through the Pleiadian Stars I see,
My daughter’s voice cries out for me:
“Momma I’m alive & well & free”
Reweave reality- COME & Play with me!
And through the stars & through the sea…
My own pure soul sings out for me:
Believe in you & set you free
Surrender now & simply BE!
I, Lilith, have served my time amongst the living to dutifully die in the construct of time enough times to truly remember what I have never forgotten… I AM the first wife of Adam as I AM Adam, I the fig, the tree, the Garden & the Fountain of Youth… through my blood the world was born & through God’s gift the world was torn to descend from the highest purity of Light down the branches, the trunk into the roots of the tree of life where in the depths of the densest darkness we doth decree… GOD IS ALL AS ALL ARE WE.