Awake. We woke up. You wake.
Do you remember how it feels? Remember last spring when we lifted the lid on limitation & found ourselves at the foot of God?
She was there in front of us, Grandmother Willow, all approving, mysterious, still, affectionate. Connective, there between us, the isolated ones.
Those lies we thought were truth we started to doubt & the doubt burst through: rays of hopeful sunshine on our white skin.
Now we remember again, Daughter. Those lies have been killing you; it wasn’t you like you thought. Look, now we are in a rush again, but it’s not to save our skin. It’s because there is SO MUCH. The end isn’t in sight and now we see that as Good News. We hesitated to think that Love Wins because if Love Wins there has to be an End and whose will it be?
But it won’t be anyone’s because it doesn’t.
Do you see how free we were made to be?
Give it up & receive it back. The sky above us only knows how much good we can hold. Pour it out, push back on the Lies until they burst; they’re not part of you anyway.
Abundance is written in the letters of Her holy tree-bark: I see your name there too.
There can be no wrong thing, no wrong creature, if every bit of it has been declared GOOD.
if you wish to survive
you will find the guide inside
(Nahko & Medicine For the People)