Some say that between now and December 23rd, we are experiencing such a quickening of acceleration that the amount of time we will experience between now and then is actually 8 minutes.
8 minutes.
To say "goodbye," to release the old, to forgive one's self and purge what doesn't serve. 8 MINUTES.
8 minutes to call in the new, to welcome and rejoice, to sing "Hallelujah," to greet a rising day, a 13,000 year cycle era when we reclaim our divine birthright. 8 minutes for the Earth's poles to shift. 8 minutes for one collective rallying call to rise up for LOVE.
(Because there's nothing more.)
8 minutes to forgo the masks of torture and the crown to thorns; 8 minutes to put the wailing baby to bed; 8 minutes to hold the victim and pacify the martyr; 8 minutes to compassionately rock the raging child as he spews his anger like a boiling hot volcano; 8 minutes to encourage the sweet innocence of joy from another's lips; 8 minutes, eight minutes, eight minutes. This vortex spins quicker. Spiraling up and out. Shooting us out of its vociferous center. Where we will end up, only time will tell. Until then, there's 8 minutes...
8 MINUTES TO LOVE.
There are always eight minutes to LOVE.
And, I wonder about myself and my actions. Yet, what's the point? That's just a mind trip - "Where?" "Who?" "How?" "Why?" No analytically-derived answers can soothe fear. Only I can by TRUSTING.
I TRUST MY BODY ~ she knows what to do, because she has been following her heart for years now.
I TRUST OUR ONE EARTH BODY - she is where we come from and she is where we will return.
I TRUST OUR UNIFIED BODY ~ letting it flow, into those 8 minutes. Arising in the dark. Praying in the light. Reaching for our highest.
Because we know, we've always known ~
WE ARE REGAL ROYALTY RECLAIMING OUR TRUE POWER. Queens and Kings, Gods and Goddesses, we lead with noble hearts, generous Spirits and humble humility.
