This is the day. Come home.
The voice of one who loves you is calling you back to your heart.
For this week of American Thanksgiving, I return to this beautiful message from the guides. It’s for you - it’s for me. It’s for the world. May all be blessed.
The message appeared in my journal the day before the first transmission of the Flow Materials. Back when I had no idea what was to come - though, even then, I knew something was on its way. I’d been feeling things shift in me and around me for quite a while. In a way, I always expected this.
In my journal entry that day, there’s no indication of the source of this poem-like jumble of thoughts, the sudden gush of wisdom at the end. It came from me and also didn’t seem to come from me - like so much of my writing at that time. But if not me then who?
Who was moving my hand across the page? This question came up a lot back then but later, when I came to trust the voice, all doubt melted away. I knew. It was Love, speaking through me, Love speaking to me. It was the Grace Mother, speaking as Love. It was the Guides, it was the angels, all of that- all of this - speaking as Love.
I want you to see that guidance doesn't always flow to me - or to anyone - with perfect clarity. Sometimes, it's clear as a bell. Other times, the bell is far in the distance.
There is always this dance at the beginning.
I’m guessing you’re receiving guidance yourself. In fact, I know you are - everyone is guided. I encourage you to respond genuinely to the guidance you receive. If you have doubts, ask questions. Interrogate the heck out of the source that guides you. It’s the only way you’ll fully trust its wisdom, and good intention.
Journal entry
Dear one:
This is the day. Come home. Step out of the story you’ve been living in for so long – the story that something is wrong with you. Nothing is wrong with you. Come home.
This is the day when you stop trying so hard, to fill what is missing, to repair what is broken and conceal what is flawed.
Come here. Let me see you.
Nothing is wrong.
Step into the story that you already know is true – the story I’ve been whispering for years: You are love emerging inside a world of love.
Emerge. As you are. As this is.
Forget the blank spot, the blind spot, the missing chapters. the blemish the wrinkle the spider vein the stain the squint the confusion the untidy living room.
None of this matters now. Shift away.
Emergence will fill in the skipped over blip in the pattern where you tripped
over your own tongue, your own toe.
Let it happen easily, quietly.
Those veils are not real.And that feeling you’ve been having that something’s about to explode- that’s expansion, emergence, the seed bursting out of the pod.
So many distractions: Netflix Amazon Masterpiece Theater – Donald and Bernie and Hillary – the ache in your bones, the rasp in your throat, that Adele song going round and around in your head.
It’s okay it’s okay it’s okay. Shhh….
Listen
– something is dissolving:
your terror your arrogance your excusesListen
– someone is speaking
in your voice, already working out the sound
of a new language that you already know how to speak:“I am not a blank spot in the world - I AM REAL
and I matter!”Yes.
And that hole in the road that keeps catching your heel?
It’s an invitation – take off your shoe
and feel the ground:
solid, sacred
Mama Earth beneath your feet.You are held here.
You are safe here.
Rise.
And then, look down,
into the darkness.Climb in and curl in
around your own warm heart,
rest beneath the surface,
in the cool of the soil,
and last years broken leaves,
rest
in the roots of things.Seeds are stirring.
(Don’t miss this. But don’t worry. You can’t miss this. Rest.)
It’s not about ‘being your best self’ any more –
You’re already your best self. And so am I. And anyway, we’re out of time.)
And I’m tired.
Bone tired.
And so are you.
Let’s stop pretending this is not real.
Listen.
And as I typed the word Listen onto the screen, the rest of the message, addressed to me, and to you, poured through.
You are love emerging into a world of love.
You are the seed and the soil.
You are the opening and the light that spills through it.
Drop down. Come home now. This is the day you come home to love.
To my American Readers:
A blessed and peaceful holiday. To all my readers, my deepest gratitude.
We’re experiencing a wintry cold snap right now. 22 degrees today. Brrr.
I wore gloves to the grocery store today and my wallet slipped right out of my hands (without my noticing). A good samaritan found it lying in the parking lot.
I’m hopeful it will be (even a little) warmer on Thanksgiving but whatever the weather, I send you warm love and blessings. So many blessings.
xx oo
Amy
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