Lightworker, holding the vision, your poise carries strength. The veil is thin so that we may see through, to the center of all that is. I am you, you are me, learning from reflection. Our eyes meet. Our hearts beat as one and the laughter raises our consiousness into a space where the tunes of truths invite us to dance wholeheartedly through the darkness, lifting benevolence and wisdom as high as need be, for all to see. May we share honor always.

I whisper sweet nothings into the cyber portal with my fingertips, taking a dip within the intergalactic network of giga-bits. Passing greetings chock full of divine motherhood rooted deep in Redwooded majestic wonder. This wholey revelation, gentle but sturdy incarnation, raising vision to the perfect level for grazing wisdom. Snacking on ever-growing spectrums, colorful and dark reflections revealing revolution .... not as in uprising against but turning with, for this too shall pass. Thank you for your kindness! In La'kech ~ I am another you.

May Peace be with all the beings in all the worlds, from plant life to E.T. ; Extracurricular activity...?...deliver Love at your highest capacity. Hold back not, spot the goal, we've got to see the whole, the oness in our roles. Be the change you want to see, Peace begins with me. Hug a tree, dancing free, chanting, praying on our knees. Please see the unity, personally, globally, universally. Off into infinity the light resides inside you and me, the trees...Down into the roots. Our roots firmly planted, here to soak up the fantastic. Give thanks for the ways the One reveals through grace, smiling at us through every face. Let's get spastic with praise. This is real it attracts the masses, no need for your glasses. The vibe is on the inside...giving insight. Electromagnetic energy, pulsing through all beings, is clearly seen when the mighty rainbow glows. Yes, it shows!!! Auras illuminate the way home.

The dreamweavers criss-crossing elegantly in and out of auspicious moments of interdependence, hear the faint whispers of your sublte call.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849), "Eleonora"