Title from Chances Are by Sheryl Crow, Poem by Sydney Lynn Lok
a pulsing, a breathing, a sounding
that dances an infinity
that has no spatial definitions
no confining dimensions
never an I AM
always a WE ARE
never a pretending to be
nothing but ego
realizing darkness always
illuminates light
we are all of us walking
in the same direction
until light burns off the fog
of shadow
we are this Cosmos
DANCING
on the tip of a pin
Every time you want to
grow God in the world,
reveal your real FACE.
Every time you let the mask slip,
your face
squints
from the Sun
reflecting back to you
your undiluted FACE.
When I was a kid in the 50’s and 60’s, the Sun looked and felt way more yellowish in texture. Our amnesia was just beginning to merge with our awakening. This Sun now looks and feels way more white, love undiluted in texture as I rub my fingers across its FACE.
It hurts now as this Sun reflects my FACE, magnifying it, burning off my anger, my rage, my shame. I always thought I was a black cinder lying on a white carpet becoming blacker and blacker from the harsh contrast.
No, I’m not a black cinder.
I’m not a white carpet.
I’m the loosely woven,
lit from within tsunami of orbs
stitched together and bubbling up
to dance on the Surface of Source.
We could freak out now.
We could fry ourselves as ancient DNA resurface
or we can choose to sink and root into the cool core
of Earth Mother while the molten landscape on the surface
reshapes and cools into new forms.
Our Sun is a reflection of each of us turning inside out,
re-claiming our Power and pulsing it outwards creating Life.
The Solar Flare of 11/11/25 is emerging from our Soular Plexus.
Timelines are converging into the NOW MOMENT.
Fear becomes obsolete because there is no future to fear.
We stand at the entryway to Source’s Grand Surprise Party
where nothing can be assumed, foreseen or predicted.
Be prepared only to be delightfully surprised.
Our Song is on the lips of the Universe
We are the Light.
Letting it in would be redundant.
The Light above and around you,
in the suns and the stars,
is it but erupting reflections of our Light?
Do we ignite the suns and the stars
from the Light simmering within us?
We are the generators.
Our genes are the true stars that generate Light.
And God is the subatomic Source Heart within,
shining light upon the shadowy path we walk with courage.
We infuse Source Heart into Creation with our Light.
The newborn’s soft spot closes for a reason.
There is no Light outside of ourselves to download.
We upload Light into the world.
We upload Wisdom into the world.
We upload Spirit into the World.
We upload Love into the World.
Liesel Fricke from https://yoursoulsplan.com and channeler for the Beings of Light leads this profound meditation much needed at this time.
Grow, unfold and blossom with Venia!🤗
WE GROW GOD 