Resonant Frequency

 The Truth is a Resonant Frequency.

Sounding above and beyond and within all experience.

Like a blanket of The Absolute, it cloaks us in our pursuit of It.

The Truth is,  I have been negligent. I muddy my Waters repeatedly. Even As I pray for my Lotus to be fed.

There are two worlds, insistent, inside me. One seeks my attention. The other, attentively, seeks me.

I confess that my hallways are muddied. I do not understand all events that play out on my screen. 

Separation is always the Highlighted Theme.

I should really be grateful. For this is the healing of which I have dreamed. 

This could all serve as grain for the the hungering bowl of the search for enlightenment. Deep bread of sustenance. On what will I feed?

I am an amalgam of need.

Playing roles I've carved out. I go forth in this world seeing "others" beside me. Separate and foreign. Miles apart. When viewed from a doorway where judgement presides over Heart.

If I cast guilt upon you, I bind you to me.  My own fears of forgiveness withholding what could be deep remedy. Projecting more walls made of clouds hiding Light in obscurity.

But True Light has Integrity.

Resonant Frequency.

Whispering the Truth to me.

 I Pray to lay down my illusions of vast separation.

I Pray to be anchor and breath of a deep reparation.

I Pray that the Unitive Truth Ripples over our Waters

Relieving our deep inner thirst for a drink of ourselves

I Pray to stay anchored in deep Inner Alchemy

Loosening Resistance

Embracing the Tapestry.

Truth is the Altar before me I seek to Restore.

Transforming divisions in Octaves of Higher Transmissions.

In Resonant Frequency

Whispering Endlessly

Visions of Unity

Dancing as you and me

If only we could See

Who we were born to Be

Glimmering Frequencies of One Divinity.


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