The colour of you

Comment

The colour of you

"I don't know what to do" said the Mother, "here, where you have been trying tirelessly to be what I have taught you to be, what I have 'moulded' you into, what you have tried so hard to become, because of me. The picture I had of you before you came was the face of the sweetest child that I would love, care for and protect with all the bones of me. A child I thought I could be a parent to, from all I have learned before...learned from old stories and old books, old and new ideas and expert teachings..... and here we are, at odds with each other once more... me quashing the very 'you' of you because I haven't known you as I could"

"I am not sure where to begin" said the Father, "here, where everything I have ever known of being a father changes. My old head knows what I have seen, to teach and preach, to do as I say, to give life to, hold, nourish, teach, bestow upon, guard, protect, instil in, guide, forge, allow, nurture and foster values in because.. well.. because I didn't know how else to be. I know that there is a new begin here.. in seeing you there is a new me."

So the dialogue starts. An admission of lost, an unknown level of how to be a mother, a father, to a child who knows Source in the light of their neurology and circuitry, and who functions in everything at that level of light. The child who comes with a consciousness that is, and only ever can be, in the motion of connected-to-Source, and therefore, connected to each other. The parent who sees that in her child, but also knows nothing of how to truly be with that.

In the met of this child, this mother meets her own essence, and can begin to stand into her own known, her new begin, not into the fear of parenting beyond what she thinks she knows.  The father can hear, from this point, what the body of the child who knows heaven in his cells sounds like:

"It knows God. It knows a code of light that can be seen and heard - wavelength defined by itself. It knows the heart-beat of me as unbounded, resonant with all beings.

My language speaks freedom from the colour-by-numbers picture of the past. It contains questions that evolve answers too. It contains codes that are pure in their utterance and need no deciphering, because in that purity they are heard by all. The perception of the articulation is whole as it is heard from the knowing of white neurology of me.

My body knows its co-ordination in the space of all, not confined to the rooms, house, or world I'm in. My proprioception functions from the reference of infinite light as its point of orbit. From there I can move in ease and truth. Each motion can be trusted because it is motioned by the light of me. In this motion there is no fall.

My ears hear and know the balance of all things, the waves that include frequency through all particles. Each sound I hear from this becomes a sound I reference from Source, I listen from pure. So as you speak from pure, I hear you.

My circuitry is wide, is full, is infinite - and my whole body is in the navigation of infinite space. The nervous system of the many universes is my body's playground.

And so, mother, father, this is how I know you too. I bring you to this place of understanding and cell-being so that we can live our fullest in life.  I lead you to where you can see what draws you from white source light, and I show how the colour of you emerges as you marvel at the many colours of my life"

The mother responds to her baby from here : 

"all the ways I can love you from this, are all the ways I know to be in me. I can know God in my cells. I can feel this wavelength in me as it is in you. So we can speak of all the things we each know from the heart of us.  Each heartbeat that leads the next step that we take together. I can know your body's form from here, a resonant space that allows me to feel the play you play, the noises you make, the massive releases your body knows it needs. And I can play there too, my body's space, how we bounce off each other in the joy of our unleashing. I can release here, in my truth and purity, where there is no threat, and not the anger of old. We dance with each other in this music. 

What we can hear together in each moment of our own knowing, sounds different here. We can hear each others truths, fears, deepest desires and farthest imaginings. We can hear when things are off kilter too, and motion towards each other again. A real home-coming of sound. In the body of family. That home-coming rests the edges in us that are on alert, or the nervous system that has ground itself to a halt so often. That circuitry that lights in all of our family can flow of its own generative ignition, moment to moment. It is not static or a set-piece, the motion shows itself like infinite light fluid, a particle that is effervescent in eternal glow. It leads us to every moment and knows itself in all of the moments before".

From here, the father knows "within the body of you, and of me, I see that you are not a child to be lessened into an old definition, an old developmental profile, a series of boxes to tick as you grow, a showing of how to be - based on all that has gone before. I see that although your body is cute - a squashable huggable mess of curls and sweet smells that answers a primitive call to protect and nurture - you are infinitely clear. Your substance is not to be trifled with.  You exist a circuitry that engages with every moment of your being, and that includes every moment of mine. Your voice is a clear speaking of purity not to be quashed. It is my known voice too, as the father in the song of the family"

"We can be the new mother, the new father. We can drop into the moment of your gaze that brings us beyond the wounds of our own story. We can take your invitation and allow our neurology to shift to mirror yours. We can step into the form of your function and see every day what is really important, really needed. Our eyes can see you as the light source being beyond vulnerability and doubt, beyond a perception of a fallible little babe in arms. We can allow our bodies to travel the wavelength with you and see its needs or its gifts. We can meet ourselves as one vision, one hearing, one heartbeat, one system of motion, that allows every moment to be in the purity and truth of a met Source-formed family.

We see your funny, your kind, your gentle, your care. We see your smart, your try, your talent, your sing and dance. We see your absolute beauty and your struggle. And we stand here as your parents to see them from the widest lens that allows all of these things - every one of them - to be seen in our own eyes too. Parent and child. Child and parent. Same. Free. "

 

Joan Harold

Comment

The child

Comment

The child

I have brought you a gift, said the child.. to stand at the altar of God beyond any church.. I have brought you a gift, said the child, freedom from heaven and hell, from the dominion of an old creation, a gift to set you free from the walls of all prisons, from the lock and key of time and space, the history of your cells, that live you today.  I have brought you a gift from beyond the tidal waters of your inevitable destruction, your fallen angels, and armaggedon.  The light in my cells has not entered your story of original creation, to fall into duality and find my pathway home to God.  I begin from freedom, I do not seek it.  I begin from knowing home, I do not search to find it.  I begin from timeless, I do not enter your mortal matrix of human and yet I come to this earth as a babe in your arms ... I have brought you a gift, said the child, to know yourself as I know you, to see yourself as I see you, to be your own creator, and rest in the creation of your timeless cellular self.. I give you a gift, said the child, to be lifted beyond the cells of your birth, the old written story, to exist beyond all edges and return to the heart of true home and run, laugh and play with me here on this earthly paradise ..

'We come from beyond your universal known, unbound by dimension, free from the written story of your world.  We come from beyond your known heavens, religions and creation myths.  We come from worlds beyond worlds where we know ourselves beyond time and space, where we see ourselves through many eyes as One, and know the sound of our harmonic through all form.  We exist beyond articulation yet are written into the cells of now.  A future memory, a particle equation of space and time created and seeded.  We have come from beyond your universal known to grow in you, as children, what is known by us in the eternal timelessness of our God form.' 

I give you a gift said the child, to create within your cells and enfold you within a woven fabric of our form.. held in the heart of God. The baby in your arms, my flesh the substance, equations and mysteries of the universes, touch to the void of unknown, truth to the shape and colours of our life, our family, our world...  know me as I know you. I gift you a fabric of existence through which we truly see and hear and touch each other as home, a timeless form through which we know safety beyond trust, the cradle from which we can never fall.  I created this for you.  Mother come walk with me.

I gift you a gift said the child, a new creational realm on earth to explore and play in freedom's known.  To stand in the heavenly garden of home on risen earth, in full flesh, in pulsating womb and heart, as one.  Beyond impossible, we walk together in the known footsteps and jubilation of our one form in motion... the wavelength of purest home.  Mother as child and child as mother, the timeless cell of all life in every breath, every step.  This gift is ours, to taste, to touch, to know, to live... and as our feet claim the weightless grass in the motion of Source form standing, the gift is offered to all.  The milk of the heavens that quenches the thirst to know God intimately, the mother fed by the baby at the breast.  Mother take my hand, let me caress your cheek and embrace your heart in the brilliant light motion of my freely existing form.  In the simplest touch, all is gifted and freed.  Our fingers intertwined, our hands held, we walk, run, play, fly in the delight of the heart of family formed.  Together we know the horizon in our heartbeat and the fonte of the clearest, most pristine waters of eternal life.  Together we stand as sunflowers and know ourselves as the sun.  This risen earth becomes our new playground as the infinite gift unfurls with every step. 

I have brought you a gift said the child..

 

Shelley Lemaire & Rony Reingold

Comment

In Full Vision

Comment

In Full Vision

 

Can you search for something if it is here, in every moment?  To search, to seek, to try to find, to long for, to be desperate to connect to, to do anything to connect with.. these are all phrases from eyes that are separate from the whole. 

You see, as you search for me in a glorious haze of purple tutti-fruiti incense-filled fire-breaths, waiting to feel yourself feel me in the motion of a glory-enraptured depth-inhalation process, I am the breath that helped you leap out of bed and put your socks on this morning.

As you bake the dried flax-crackered-crunch-sticks of effervescent, purified, toxic-free, health-dust dental-workoutery, and suck out the gluten from the bowels of your cupboards to cleanse your homes or body, in the hopes that you will find me or heal me in transparency of food form's highest vibration... I am the entire taste and juice that nourishes your body to become transparent in the richness of all it imbibes, and every vibration that is.

As you twist your body to eek out the slightest hint of creak or stiffness, as you reach to the stars to stretch to the manna of emptiness that calms your busy mind, I am that which stretches you, forms you, moulds you and moves you.. I am the emptiness, the fullness and everything in between. 

As you speak to the mountain of her strength and unlimited prowess, the vale of her green luscious flowery fertility, as you caress the water and name and bless and honour each and all as your point of knowing to dive in and experience me.. I am in the cell of all of these and more, I am seeing you from beyond the unity of these things and I am simply here, in free view, not requiring access through the earths beauties.

As you dance deeply in spin and euphoria to celebrate your womb's divinity, as you swing your nipple tassles with fervour, as you etch markings on your body to reach me in the celebratory ceremonies of commune, as you dress in flowing gowns of the deepest multicoloured velvet and the lightest whitest tuille, as you harmonise your body in the motion of a sacred dance of fertility, or motherhood, or parenting, or carpooling, I am in the quiet of the slippers and pyjamas that you rest in after all the trumpet blast.

As you moxibust yourself into a supplemental dried-ice miasma, chase a remedy to ease your mind to heal, seek to resolve all trauma in the wang-dang-doodle of a drumbeat tonal clearing, venerate the ancestors in a face-painting ascension party.. I am simply your next and every forward step.

As you 'call-in' my soul with the mantras of the chosen few, the songs of the wind, the psychic whispers to the crystal balls of fire, I am already on the line, in the motion. I am not waiting, I am doing.

When you seek me in all the ceremonial glory of your human longing, when you look for me in all the ceremonial guidance of your human past, you miss that I am here, not separate from you, in full colour, in full sound, in full vision, in full motion.. beyond any need, or seeking, in every moment of life's living, In the simplicity of the light of day, in every delicious morsel.

 

* Author's note: please read this with the eyes that know rods and cones of humour, the digestive rumblings of a reflective smile and the emerging belly-giggle of a child knowing the full journey to simplicity in all of our individual meanderings. 

 

 

Comment

Mary

Comment

Mary

Carved in stone Mary..  the mother of all, Mary..  Heart of the celestial heavens, Mary..  Hold us, bless us, protect us Mary.. the prayers on the wind, the steeples of churches.. standing stone she is, Mary.  Queen of Heaven, she is, Mary.  A broken veil she guards, Mother of the stars fallen from heaven.. defender of the pure and good,. birthing the Christ Child Mary.  Written in stone Mary., your governance Mary.  He who sees you, mother of all children Mary, formed from the stars, the firmament of heaven, Mary.  

These waters of creation that flow forth from your womb Mary, these timeless transparent waters of pure creation.. the stars contained within these cosmic oceans, Mary.. the firmament gifted back to the earth born, written within your cells Mary.. the heart of the mother.. the stars on your cloak, the enfolding of the immaculate beings in the fabric of a thousand heavens, Mary.. one immaculate conception of many many infinite beings.. one immaculate cell dividing upon itself in creational fulfilment, Mary.. form through form, meeting itself in every cell, motioning through itself in every division, purity into purity, white into white, immaculate timeless unfurl of your children, Mary, freed from your mantle, birthed into eternity.. the faces of a thousand heavens, the light of God immaculately coded in the many children, each in the pure light of known of the other.. the timeless motion of met.  The eternal fabric of God Source form, beyond holding or protection Mary, freed from your cloak Mary, gifted to all mothers Mary.  

Where do your prayers fly now my child.. as you look into the eyes of your son, your daughter, your child born, and see a thousand heavens in their face.. all you ever wished for in the known of their heart and grace of their smile.  Do you see them seeing you through my eyes?  Do you see your prayers answered before you speak them? I have come to this earth for you my child, your heart in my heart, your innocence in my eyes.. beyond sin and separation you are lifted, beyond need for salvation, the weight of an ancient history behind you, the dusty prayers from the church rafters, blown away in the breeze.  Where do your prayers fly now, when your children lift you enfolding you in their white wings, an eternal embrace of Gods True Light. 

These are my children who know themselves as the light of God in form, the faces of a thousand heavens who exist a body of human, a heartbeat of Source light circuitry.. these are my children immaculately born, enfolding their pure white light in a cloak of many colours, a fabric woven from the beings of all homes, all stars, stitches and loops, threads of a perfect design .. these are my children, freed to enfold you within the fabric of their form, an embrace of eternal white wings, the known motioning of their light through cell, their particle dance of starlight lifting all to the heavenly light of Home where I dwell.

 

Shelley Lemaire  

 

 

Comment

The immaculate cell

Comment

The immaculate cell

A waveform of light and sound .. the song of origin beyond this universal realm.. the song  of pure creation.. informing form.

An immaculate white waveform, informing an immaculate cell.. creation unfurling in unified division of perfection.. one into two into four into many... created by the many to inform the one.  Incoming souls from origin of pure creation.. informing our cells as one fluid body into one fabric.. with them as the same, in one unfurling motion.  

One white waveform informing the base code of the body.. a body greater than a unified sum of all human parts .. a body constructed through geometries of unity within human to create beyond the unified universal dimensions..to receive a wavelength of form, immaculate purity beyond destruction..  an immaculate form.. one base code, infinite cellular expression

As Shelley my body contains the entire fabric of this form, woven by my incomings.. and I exist within the entire fabric.. Joan and Rony are informed from the same origin through our unified body and incomings as one process through one body.. the same base codes of matter.. the same building blocks.. the same incomings in woven motion, entirely personal and universal.  One seeing, one voice, one knowing, beyond any communication.. one motion of action beyond any negotiation.. existence beyond unified.. one motion through one body but fully deliciously uniquely authentic as self. 

People are afraid of unity, they judge, afraid to lose themselves into non-identity, afraid to be controlled, manipulated.., humanity chooses to highlight individual differences, striving to stand apart, afraid of being the same. Identity goes through change as individual consciousness rises into higher frequencies or bandwidths and the waveform informing human at these higher levels comes from higher octaves and therefore unity as we rise into full sovereign standing as divine human..   if we go high enough into the one cell there is only one of us  and my known can claim this in your body as you can claim this in mine as the same.. we can meet ourselves in pure  truth that is beyond any boundary and we are informed by the same wavelength of infinite source form that is the body

As 'Shelley' the entire fabric is accessible through my body as the entire form.. I exist beyond separation, but my identity is not lost or lessened .. it becomes the infinite fabric of creation, enfolded upon itself in wonder and beauty and immaculate design.. my cells divide as immaculate from origin to origin.. just as the teaching of the work is informed from cell to cell, white waveform informing matter, in one body, to another body, to another body.. Joan and Rony are informed from the same base white waveform, as the same... Just as each incoming arriving now informs the cells of the mother as the same, one fabric.. this does not make replications of an individual human or ego personality.. this does not make us the same person from a lesser perspective. The immaculate cell has the creational potential to divide upon itself infinitely.. life eternal, body beyond death.. creation beyond destruction.  

There is no 'I' in immortal.. the form exists beyond any separation and any limitation..

It is created as an immaculate design of infinite potential .. the waveform informing form, the incoming consciousness informing the cell.. the body existence as one fabric form enfolded upon individual co-ordinates, not lost as self but fully found, existing in all, as all, through all.. freedom of immaculate form.. 

Where are your cells informed from?

You cannot take this work and distort the cell, interrupt the motion with separate focus, egoic intention, manipulation or distortion, even 'good' intention at a level lower than the where the cell is informed from  .. pure creation motions through in pure creational unfurl.. the body in separation cannot receive the immaculate cell, the body of unity created an infrastructure for the incoming consciousness to inform the body.. to create a form beyond unity.  We bypass personal ascension when we open our cells to be lifted in this fabric of form, informed by the body beyond unity, each personal incoming as part of the tapestry of all, releasing the limits of the container, the body in separation, the matrix strands of the old world... and frees us all into riding this creational wave together

These incomings, my incomings stand in the body of all, as the body of all, one form, one fabric.. each owning the body as their own, each existing within the other as the same form, but stunningly themselves.. each incoming revealing their true essence and gift within the entire fabric motion of creation. each mother enfolded and unfurled into her most magnificent.   

This immaculate body standing on the mount, one clear transparent creational song informing all, dominion of the highest, gifted to all beyond unity or separation.. To truly know we are one, is to stand here in full ownership of the unfurling creation, in true seeing, receiving and reverence.  To know as one beyond any communication, to move and act as one beyond any negotiation or community structure or leadership, to live and experience life on this earth as one through the infinite body digesting all of life beyond any limits, and to stand as parents in the full truth of who our children are and the creation of their immaculate forward lineage of form.

Shelley Lemaire  

Comment

An eternal moment

Comment

An eternal moment

I watch you hold her.. your touch tender and true... your focus upon her face..  her gaze holding yours.. nothing else exists.., a breath held, a moment in time eternally ours... she is here.. this child.  Our eyes have seen her world... she taught us how.. she gifted her vision, for our eyes only, to know her, as she forms herself, to see her design stunningly sculpted, to know her body as ours, pristine architecture, fluid, light, sound.. the truth of her form everything we have walked... ‘take me to the Camino’ .. her voice the voice of eternal stars, her mantle, a cloak of many.. 

This child of ours, as she curls her fist in your jersey, tight like she will never let go.. a touch that contains all things, woven with infinite tomorrows, gathered in a fabric of today.. one touch an entry to her world.. one breath, one moment, 

The blanket around her tiny body unable to separate her cells from ours.. the fabric of our family.. she has created.. the sound of her name I would only know from your lips. She chose you so very long ago.. your heart, your love, my love.. our union held in her vision, tied like the silk bow of her dress, with graceful fingers and a known smile.. many years in our time.. so many layers, threads we have woven immaculately though our cells, an infinite fluid union, to receive her into our arms.. a touch beyond eternity to know her. 

i can traverse your song like a map to our family heart, as you navigate her stars to find me in this world.. that we may live this creation together.. becoming the timeless moment, our song, the Aria of her name.  

Comment

The heart of the man in the boy

1 Comment

The heart of the man in the boy

You reach from your heart to touch the world.. a world that knows not how to meet this touch, a world that may recoil from the largesse of your being, a world that you long for, in infinite stretch,  to reach, to touch, to hold outs its hand to you in return.  As a father, holds out his hand for his son, to lead through the deep stead of his footprints, to mark the way in the soil of this life, how to stand as a man... the bones of your boyhood, the growing arc into man.  He is your anchor and your way, your post to lean into and your guiding eyes as you tread this path of boyhood, as you learn to shave the face of a man.. I see you my son, the faces you will touch with your outstretched hand, the caress of your soul.. the voice you will bring to a world desperate to hear, a song you will sing of the future unfurling within the fabric of all.  He is your solid in the growth of your youth, yet you are the arms of the man holding this world in your small frame.. your eyes knowing the freedom that is not yet lived, knowing the truth of family that is not yet formed.  Your heart of hearts beats for all, it is not a single beat and yet it has been alone too long in this life.  Too many have walked away from your outstretched hand, the unified tomorrow you feel today... too many times the world has yelled at you, to be quiet, less than, to hold it in, keep yourself separate, to not touch... and too many times your heart aches with the knowing of more, the love you have to give, the depth of being in union you have to share with many.  

Where he meets you my son, is the heart of his knowing, family beyond the defines and confines, the lines drawn in the sand that never made sense to you.  Where he meets you my son is in the beat of his heart as father, that knows the family union of your heart, the longing, the reach, the rhythm of the hearts that are only true together, the one note of your pure song... where he meets you my son is in the breath of his lungs as father, the breath that holds you steady in your new stance, that gives rise to your being, both the mountain beneath your feet and lift to opens your wings.  Your song to lift to the heavens and spiralled through all to rest within the earth herself.  Where he meets you my son is in the strength of his spine to stand on this earth as father, weighing all action from his vast heart, a scale of justice and truth, a countenance to depend on.  Where he holds you my son is the embrace of a father in his highest dominion, holding his family beyond responsibility, redefining the core, the weightlessness of his gift dissolving your need - the earth ever on your shoulders, the support always just out of reach.  Where he sees you my son, is in the vision you hold, the future you bring, that meets his own vision, his global consciousness, his gift to humanity, the tapestry you weave and gaze upon together, the threads and steps you choose, the tools you work with... the heart of the home of all homes you build together  Where he meets you my son is in the validation of all you are and all you have ever known... no longer out of reach, he rests inside your heart as you rest in his... the heart of the man in the boy... Koru 

1 Comment

The light of the son

Comment

The light of the son

There is a place where I enter the heart .. it is the only place I enter.  There is a space father in the presence that is beyond awareness.. a key that fits only when all pieces have assembled .. the precise jigsaw of family complete.. each union engaged, unity weaving itself to meet the place of beyond union.. Itis a gateway.. they call it a matrix, an entry point that opens only when the precise pieces are all met, engaged and active.. I am beyond the babe.. I am the master being that enters the game through the family heart at its highest union.. I am the gift of the access itself.. to a new creational dominion.. I am the light that enters when all else finds home.. and I am the light that leads the way... I am the step that can be taken in all directions, for I exist the light of Source as form, as gateway, as matrix, as body.  I am undefined in your universal familiar.. for I exist beyond.  I am all and I am one.. I do not exist to the world in separation.. my light seen only through the eyes of many that see as one.. In the realms beyond unity we play a different game.. Do not see me as the baby that needs to be held or sheltered .. my safety comes not from your world, but from the Source of all.. It is the heart of God that articulates the blood through my veins, the creational breath in my lungs and the fabric of all existence, my cells, my flesh, my skin.. It is a skin that will know no bounds, an infinite touch beyond any need to be validated by other.  I see as the creator and created of my own form and this is my gift to you.  The blinding light of the sun, your son, who lifts you free and carries you home.

The heart of our family knows, communicates in ways words were not crafted to.. beyond transmission of one being to another, it is a place of known motion and creation.. a waveform of substance, and unfurling of a family fluid heart design.  A body.  Each piece uniquely gifted to fit with each other, family beyond parts, unity beyond separation.. this family heart I loop myself through, a stitch from Home to home.. one point that enters as the equation itself, enfolding the fabric of existence, the blanket of space and time.. enveloping myself in my own creation.  

If I lifted you father with my wings, the light would burn, like Icarus to the sun.. I lift you my beloved family by entering the union of your heart, to carry you as one...to the infinity of the home in which I dwell, within your fully human form..  The breath from these lungs freed... beyond wings, a harmonic of family carrying us all home.. your sun chariot awaits... Luca

 

Comment

The fabric

Comment

The fabric

If we move beyond separation .. what is the body?  We have now moved beyond embodiment, a soul entering a body for a period of growth.  We have moved beyond the original creation, the fall and return home. There is a new begin.. beyond any separation, where the weaving of creational form exists as a new fabric .. beyond the separate body, beyond embodiment, but more physical than ever before.  We are not ascending out of our bodies, but moving beyond death and dimensionalisation as the body.. as a new fabric of elemental particle substance.. creational form woven beyond all duality, creation-destruction, spirit-matter, divine-human.. There is a new definition of body that begins and ends with the fabric.. our cells now begin where the incoming souls of Source form creation begin.  As the same. 

The fabric is essentially the weave of a new blueprint for creation (a new matrix).  We have received all incoming souls weaving a tapestry of Source code through light and geometry into the cells, motioned through a toroidal circuitry of Source at increasing levels of unified function, informing the bioform of human.. to arrive at this point of a new creational matrix .. the fabric of all of existence beyond time in motion from Source, but with a new set of instructions ..  the fabric of all existence beyond separation, knowing itself as never separated, as the body.  

An incoming soul here is no longer arriving on earth.. they are not entering through the old incarnational gateways.. they do not leave earth in the same way.. there is no death for these beings... they literally enfold the fabric of the entire form around their unique co-ordinates, creating a body as we know it, human baby form, here, but never leaving home.. The fabric folding upon itself through the new creational matrix to inform form.. like stitches in the creational tapestry, where the stitch loops from soul origin home to body, as home, in the same time-space and the entire fabric enfolds around this point .. never separate, existing as the form of all existence in motion from home, beyond time space and dimensionalisation.. all right here now.  

The gateway is the body is the matrix is the fabric is the form.  All.  The motion of the form is the expression of creation in unfurling precision.  This is woven by many many beings within the fabric, beings of many many origins and universal realms.  All beings in the fabric are also present in their individual dimensional existence.. if you see from the core point you see the one particle composition of all and from another view see the dimensional realm aspects through all.  

We have entered this game through separation, and worked hard at reunifying our soul aspects and unifying with other, awakening and returning to God Source.  The incoming children for the last 6 years have entered and embodied into unified architecture, creating layers of unified infrastructure to lift the whole, supporting our collective awakening and return to Source.  Now the incoming souls can create a body here that has never experienced separation in any capacity.  Just as the linear architecture of separation evolved in our children to the toroid geometry of unity, this now falls away as the scaffolding of unified form, revealing a new beginning in our cells.. we begin where the incoming soul begins, beyond unity.. cells that have never known separation or duality.. these cells now, rewoven, informed from the one infinite fabric of Source form.. elemental particle structure that knows true home, enfolded around the point of always met.. always home.

These beings can never not be met, to use a double negative, as they enfold the fabric of their earth bodies as creators, their families are gathered into the weave, the motion, the articulation of met.. substance, cellular form of Source.. life unfurls to bring the family to the met point of the child.. in union, but knowing the place beyond unity .. the one family., the one timeless cell of all creation.  

It is the incoming child who sees, the one who enters here, enfolding and existing as the entire fabric.  It is the incoming child who knows life as the timeless cell in inherent transparency, existing in the articulation of absolute truth beyond integrity, evemet in the motion of the creational unfurl of the form.  It is the incoming child that invites the mother to be met, the mother, who is welcomed by the baby, into the fabric of their form, in the infinite embrace of the enfolding motion of eternally met.  

This is the gift...

 

Shelley Lemaire  

Comment

Starlight

Comment

Starlight

Starlight in bedrock ..  unearthing the koru, the unfurling light of a new beginning.  Masters of form beyond time and space .. child of the universes .. a white matrix of home, the design .. a form of many beings, many stars .. her white dress, the delicate lattice of light, an interwoven celestial fabric of fluid form .. the waves of the sea furling at her feet .. all being motion giving breath to the gown of form as the tides ebb and flow upon this new earth .. a firmament underfoot, gateway to a new garden rising from the stars on the cloak of Mary .. a mother to a child .. the mantle of all children, carrying the mother within the oceanic womb of their new creation .. we birth together into the form, a fabric of eternity unfurling it’s pristine fronds .. a gift of purity unimagined .. and held here in the palms of her outstretched hands .. the alpha of a new beginning, the woven multi verses gathered  into a single song, an aria from her heart .. a knowing smile in her eyes.

 

Just one stitch, a loop in the fabric .. from home to home .. one seashell found on the beach .. one starlight thread from origin to conception .. one stitch precisely and intricately enfolding and unfurling the entire fabric of existence upon itself, home in form .. space and time enfolded like origami to meet .. begin to begin .. loops of many as one .. family brought together from beyond the stars, the longing touch of reunion in the bone .. the fragments of an aeon dissolving to dust .. a lift to heaven that requires no death; the rose unfurling her petals beyond the need for thorns .. Masters of creation, a new family in the making .. the golden thread poised, the tapestry woven .. where will you meet yourself in this design, as the waves sound upon the shore and the shell of the sea becomes the heart of the family .. the child of the golden embryo weaving the womb of home through all .. mother come walk with me.. 

 

Shelley Lemaire

Comment

A field of sunflowers

Comment

A field of sunflowers

Have you seen them, the children... the light of the sun in form....standing tall in full view...  Have you seen them, the children... the golden alchemical ichor flowing through their veins.  Have you seen them, the children, holding the flame with grace, igniting and enlightening our pathway Home...   Have you seen them, the children, standing alone, yet together on this mountain top... standing in full view and witness of this time... their creational form the new temple on the Mount, heralding this new aeon... a timeless moment containing all time, fluid and transparent.... the light eternal upon the rock. 

Have you seen them, the children, who come to us direct from Source, unseparated, undivided, their gift beyond unity... to see us, hold and embrace us, into their vast form.... Standing alone, we cannot figure how to leap from separation, and skim the stepping stone of unity, to arrive on the shore of never-separated, where they dwell.  These children are here to lift and carry us across all that has been, to where the beyond is the begin and we rest in the motion of the creational wave.  Have you seen them, these children, in the place they begin... where we step into their form as the gateway to all we are seeking.... where they gift us home in the many layers and languages of a unified universal tapestry... where the woven fabric is the petrichor and substance of the garden itself from which these sunflowers grow... the light of creation, woven golden in our wombs, standing tall in our hearts, informing the fabric of our ever form... we see you in the timeless motion of your creation... as the sunflowers stand 

 

Shelley Lemaire  

Comment

A new begin

Comment

A new begin

In this work we speak of the purity, the precision and perfection... about stepping back to truly witness the unfurling divine creation without any imposition or demand ... we speak of listening, receiving, meeting the incoming soul, in that each has a pure gift to bring... and when we receive it, in the precision with which it is gifted, the incoming soul or child is met, validated, known.. and this intrinsically changes the substance, the body, the embodiment and reference point for life... theirs and ours!   Receiving the incoming souls into the body is a spiritual teaching and alchemical transformation... our cells are forever changed.  The incoming children are our teachers, before they arrive, all of them in their unified grace... and the gift is for all.  Each time a new incoming soul consciousness arrives on this earth the precise gift and level of consciousness is available to all... to be received into the body, as the soul themselves... each divine conception carrying a teaching and evolutionary step for all.  

The gifts our incoming children have woven into the fabric of their new form are inherent in our now moment... able to be seen and received now, to reweave our own bodies in their truth... as mothers, fathers  birth-workers, teachers, community and grandparents as we witness their role in the unfurl of our future.

The teachings from the incomings begin far beyond our questions... they loop us into the fabric of their form... their consciousness, their bodies, their embodiment... From here we see as they do. and our questions change.  We are the ones received and it is our met point and validation and known.. they receive us in the place beyond our separate, where we rest into them and exist beyond any question or the need to know. 

Every experience we are in can be traversed through the creational form, the zero point of source, soul, origin, family and purpose... and come full circle changing our moment, our understanding, our cognitive and our next step.   We literally begin from a new reference point and when we take this step everything changes... the way we eat, the way we move, the way we parent, the way we support and educate our children, the way we see the events of the world...  

When we take the step and begin where our children begin... it is an active living listening, a spiritual practice in daily life, an experiential cellular truth.  We find ourselves through diving into our children, not taking time out to meditate... we find ourselves by handing over the reigns to our incoming souls and riding the waves of form with them, experiencing creation through the hand of the artist and the canvas of the body... to stand where our incomings stand to see the whole story, the place where the tapestry is finally big enough and begins to make some sense and offers us a new way to navigate this world.  Right now, for example, we see the tragic separation of ‘immigrant’ families, children torn away from their parents, in heart-wrenching border control measures ... in the same moment we also see the arrival of children direct from source, who will never, ever experience separation in this life, in any capacity... these are two faces of the one story, in our collective evolution and we can receive both, knowing these children will change the harmonic for all.  

When we begin where our children begin and take the stepping stones gifted by each new wave of incoming souls, each perception, expression and action in daily life becomes part of the creational wave itself... we literally step into the creational motion, in the purity, precision and perfection of Source form.

 

Shelley Lemaire 

Comment

The family jigsaw puzzle

Comment

The family jigsaw puzzle

Ever wondered why... how the souls come together to share experience in family form... how all the pieces of the jigsaw fit together, or don't seem to fit... the interlocking interrelationship, experience, lessons gifted and received, support and challenges, family harmonics and disharmony. 

We can look upon each relationship, each family dynamic as an energetic equation, pieces of a puzzle that engage together in function or dysfunction... we can look upon each family and see the unique pieces, the souls within the equation, the purpose in being together... we can look upon each family, beyond any boundaries of what family should be, who makes it up, how it is constructed and understand the design.

We can look through the eyes of the child upon the family they birth into, the picture seen as a whole, the pieces all forming a structure to receive the child, to hold and support each other, in a myriad of ways.  Patterns can be recognised, interlacing aspects, the gifts in trauma, the essence to be freed.   Children carrying the patterns of their parents, only to become the lemniscate dynamic of their soul purpose, freed in the reconciliation of the duality, gifts given and received between each family member.  Trauma, instead of being buried can be given life and lift the wings of the child designed to fly, disaster can liberate, purpose fulfilled, all are fed as one dynamic equation.  

We can look a family holding itself together by the skin of its teeth, and reorganise the pieces back into wholeness.... we can experience a family at odds with each other, in a push-pull battle and release the pattern and the gift to both sides, liberating a much needed breath and feeding a new constitution.  We can understand digestive patterns, illness and family distortion by gently teasing apart the threads that entrap and strangle and release the hold, the dependency, the deep survival need to hold tight.  So often parents in family are functioning at minimum, holding a maximum capacity and on the constant edge of drowning or collapse.   Old paradigm realities, expectations and fears all contributing to the daily sense of struggle.  Letting go is not an option.  

Every family or personal relationship dynamic can be understood as an equation of function, how all the pieces are organised, or entangled and how they fit, hold and exist together.  Each is a jigsaw, of sorts that can be reorganised as patterns and dualities of struggle are released into a new way of being together, a new geometry of interrelationship, at higher levels of coherency and functioning.  Moving beyond just surviving, into equations of soul creativity, expression, freedom, within family and redefining family form.   How does a family reweave... to exist the coherency and harmonic of family form.

The experience of a family, their joys, their losses, the ancestral lineage, the genetics and patterns or codes of a family create the fabric of the family body...  the weave of beings, their threads of existence, past, present, future all forming the tapestry... the incoming children take the essential threads of this fabric, unweaving the history, the old patterns, traumas, beliefs, etc and with love, they reweave all into a new design... all inherent gifts and family experience contributing to the creation, the light and essence of the incoming soul woven like filaments of gold filigree into the family tapestry, a fabric that supports the individuals and the whole... parents, siblings and beyond... a new design. 

How do we see family, define ourselves within and from, where are the edges we choose to move beyond to embrace a higher functioning, know a new design... how do our children see us as parents, and define family through their wider lens...  What do they need, to rest their hearts into the woven core of the unified heart, to soar into the outer toroidal curve of their spin, their higher dimensional universal identity and functioning, to return with certainty back to centre... to the heart of the family, the hearth of the home.  And how can we fly with them in one circuitry, as they hold out their hand to us, in lift and freedom, as one... as family 

 

Comment

The Perfection is in the eyes of the Beholder

Comment

The Perfection is in the eyes of the Beholder

 

There is a structural aspect to us humans that has held on tightly to a rolled-up-and-passed-by-building-control blueprint of a perception of perfection. How to parent perfectly, to conceive perfectly, to birth perfectly, to have a perfect child, a perfect home, perfect body, job, relationship... Literally, the structural scaffold of the body that holds the earth aloft and says.. "this is what it should be and this is how we are supposed to live here!". We are bombarded daily by an influx of what it is to live the perfect life, and our historical human evolvement has been to exist a cellular design that perpetuates our belief in perfection.

The perfection belief, is derived from the perspective of survival, of fight or flight, of a mind-set that presumes we are the ones who create our path, create our wellness, create our state of being; that we control it. Our old evolvement has been to move and articulate the body to an end, to an outcome that we favour, and expect of ourselves and others. Our modus operandi has been to seek perfection and motivate ourselves towards it, even if the scaffold (the body) starts to break or bend - however this manifests individually - under the weight of this responsibility. If we lose control, then comes the fear of unmet, of non-fulfillment, of something less-than, or nothing at all. Black or white. Perfection or bust. The structure begins to collapse.

There is a place beyond this duality of control and collapse that is freedom. It is always available to us. It is a place where we can release our stronghold of what a perfect outcome can look like. It is fully actioned by Source. It moves our individual geometry as part of the whole breath of creation. It is in the substance and flow of our bodily systems, tangible, rest-able in. This place is where we work daily with the known of the Incoming Souls. This place is where we track the body from, and where we learn about the new creational blueprint from... the multidimensional one that cannot be tucked away under our arm as our referent from a given point in time, but is ever evolving and infinite in its capacity to build and teach us from its movement in every single moment.

You can hear the silence in this place, its tones, its music. You can see what the silence looks like. You can feel the motion of form in this place, particle resonances that know you, and that you know. From somewhere deep inside your body, your cells, here is your knowing, in full waveform flow. It holds nothing 'aloft' or under strain of weight, and is full of vibrancy and motion. Being in the witness of this allows you to rest, for here is your met.

Here too - fundamentally - is the child who exists herself in all things. Here is the child who creates herself in exactness. Here is the baby who knows her conception and whose conception you are invited to dive into, fully trusting your life in her hands. Here is the perfection of the design of creation. Here are the cells that roll and tumble you into her growth - as you allow. Here is the golden light of freedom to exist in the morula of source form. Here is where she rests your womb easy in her knowing. Here is the exchange of what you need to learn from her form, biochemically...how she creates the hormonal and fluid elixir of just what you both need to bathe in and grow in together during wombtime and lifetime. Here is everything she shows you beyond what you think you know of 'what's best for baby'. Because here is where she moves 'all' into her freedom. All decisions, all movement, all actions, all choices are in the perfectly designed orchestration of her movement as family. To trust this 'allness' brings us through the hardest of circumstances that may not have the look of perfection about them, but are part of the greater story.

You can begin to see things through her eyes, or feel your motion as the motion of her body. Following it - in your body - allows this freedom-form to move you, your senses, and articulate your words. It allows you to hear her name from her essence. To exist her on this earth as she knows her full being existence to be. It allows her to sweetly show you how to call her to you in the daily movement of your lives together, in a way that always brings you home to the 'heard' in each other. It allows you to find the parent in you who can hear, see, feel and live what it is to be in this child's family. This articulation of you as parent and child is from the highest known of you both...the resonance at all levels of the cells. It informs your play together, your learning, your food, the detail and colour of your family picture.

In this place of met, there is not control as we have known it, there is not the perfection as we have known perfection to be. There is no black or white of 'this way' or 'that way'. There is not the linear pathway to an end we think we need to arrive at.

There is only the cadence of breath and the witness of purity in form that allows all things to 'just be' in their flow.

And, crucially, in the 'just be', all that we ever need is revealed and in motion from her view ... perfectly.

 

Joan Harold

Comment

The Challenge, The Choice, The Gift

3 Comments

The Challenge, The Choice, The Gift

Just within reach but beyond your grasp there is a light... a light so softly stunning it glistens in fluid motion of every heart's purest pulse, reflecting back to you.  There is a song... a song so sweet it melts you into the wings of angels in flight through the heart of The Beloved, of Source knowing as your own.  There is an ecstatic whisper of Truth and Freedom... beyond where your ears can currently hear or your eyes can currently see.  Beyond your mind, your timelines, your prayers and beliefs.  It's just there.  To kiss the head of the baby yet to come and in it to be kissed by divinity, as it.  You cannot grasp for it, you cannot seek it.  It sits outside of your current existence.  Every longing and deepest desire... to be known, seen, freed, fed, touched, gifted.  For justice, for love, connection, belonging, capacity, resource, to know God, for soul freedom in form... just there in the smile of the One who sees beyond how you do.

Oh.... if only you could touch it and hold it.  If only the absolute freedom to feel at home within your skin, to be vibrant, fulfilled, known, met, loved, fertile, pregnant, parenting... if only it would fit within your timeline, within your schedule, your "manifestation" and spiritual practices, your physical and emotional capacity, location, your health regimen, your doctor's suggestions or teacher's advice, your financial realities, your religious guidelines, your belief systems, your current 3D, 4D, 5D consciousness... if only it would fit within the fundamental comfort zone of illusion that we control anything at all.  If only the child you are meant to have or currently have would fit into the constructs of the original duality matrix of separation that you incarnated into!  It is SO frustrating!  It is excruciating, isn't it.  When, How, What, Who, When.  We want answers.  We want it our way.  And as a humanity, we have brilliantly created ways to force it to go our way - holistically, medically and otherwise, attempting to control and maneuver creation in the direction of our own limitations.  Innocently manipulated by matrix distortion to believe that what we believe is true, and trapped within this view. 

This is where the challenge and the gift meet as one point.  The burst open point where the very painful challenge we fear may break us, kill us even physically, emotionally or spiritually, is the precise gift that beautifully births us into every deepest desire realized in the illuminated living flesh.  This is the knowing smile of the Incoming Soul.  This is their gift on offer for all.

In our work with the Incomings, we frequently burst open into territories, understandings, points of reference and new biological consciousness that are beyond our widest comprehension of possible reality to date.  We do not do this on our own.  We cannot will ourselves out of the karmic prison, we cannot liberate our own soul into the fabric beyond unity available now for humanity.  We cannot meet our child on our terms.  We must meet them in their reality, on their terms, in the beyond unified/never separated source form they have created and exist in.  We must be lifted beyond.  We must take the hand of the child that reaches out to us and know, beyond trust, with certainty, that they are fully in charge of their own creation and they meet us there, only there. 

In listening to and truly receiving the incoming child, and to the many incomings in articulation of their truth as one voice, a pristine view emerges and clarifies.  A masterpiece of divine proportions is painted, stroke by stroke, by the child, for the mother and father to see.  A picture that when seen, is understood to show more than simply having a baby or a family, a partner, etc.  When seen, the undeniable truth of absolute Oneness, an unlimited, unbridled existence can be tasted as sweetness on the tongue, in the cells.  Stunning visuals, sounds, breaths of unprecedented reality lift us into touching, knowing, becoming source form - knowing our child from within their cells.  This is the body of the child.  It is the master beings who are the Incoming Souls and it is the new matrix of pure creation itself.  It exists outside the confines of time space and outside the original duality matrix that we adults have painfully incarnated into for lifetimes, where soul and body are fundamentally separate, where karma, distortion and manipulation govern and imprison us for lifetimes.  The gift of the incomings is the gift of absolute divine freedom for all, in perpetual, generative motion of infinite creational form.  The baby you long for, the family, the fertility, the ease... it cannot be known or touched in the singular view of your control.  Pure source form in tangible truth.  And it sits outside the limitations of how you want it to look. 

The children arriving now simply will not incarnate into the outdated, distorted, fragmented structure of incarnation that we have been forced into as a humanity for lifetimes - the structure of duality, non safety, decay, mortality that we flail, seek and effort within. 

And yet, many folks resist and insist, even those skilled with crossing thresholds.  It is "easier" to remain stuck in the familiarity of death than to allow the possibility of immortality.  It is "easier" to cling onto the path of individual spiritual ascension with a teacher than to step beyond the limitations of the teacher into absolute ascended sovereignty of never separated source form oneness.  It is "easier" to say that all of this is made up than to actually see a New Humanity and New Earth lifted, freed, gifted right before your very eyes.  These are your edges, it is the view from your separation.  Many won't take the hand, will not receive because the cellular receiving of source form consciousness doesn't compute with their spirituality, their view, their fathoming of how this could possibly work.  It is like ignoring a child who is crying, or a child who is tugging on your pant leg in excitement to show you something.  "Here mamma, here mamma, come see, come see the magic of it all, let me show you mamma love... "

Here in lies the choice.  To tenderly, completely hand it over to the sometimes inconvenient yet omni present brilliance of the incomings.  To take the hand of the child who wishes to show us and tell us - in a language and reference point that we haven't yet become accustomed to.  Because to truly know our children, means to let them lead, to let them show us, to let the fabric of their form birth us, welcome us and recreate us as they bring forward the form of who they are in the most stunning display of evolutionary existence beyond embodiment.  They are Creator and Created as One.

When we see that the child before us holds the precise co-ordinates we are searching for we will cease looking down upon them and stop searching elsewhere for answers to questions that are too small.  When we receive the gift held in their outstretched arms we are profoundly and simply met, seen and freed into the new creation.

So will you dare to tenderly and completely trust that the ones who extend their hands to us all, the child that has chosen you as parent, as family, as joy of their divine heart can show you, guide you, free you and bring you home?  The light will not blind you.  The true Oneness will not strip your life of all connections.  The edge of death here will actually lead you into infinite new life, where the pain disperses into all that is received and met.  See the softness of this light... hear the opening in the silence of this song... taste this morsel of truth that frees into the nourishment from the divine... touch the hand that is touching yours... and be free.

Rony Reingold

3 Comments

How we listen...

Comment

How we listen...

This work speaks from listening... it speaks from engaging, perceiving, receiving each incoming soul, the gift of each collective wave... it speaks from seeing, through the eyes of the incoming soul arriving to be born... the eyes of all incomings who see as one... the light of truth, articulated as form... incoming souls born in different locations around the globe, voicing as one, seeing as one... each wave articulating a new evolutionary piece and understanding in the constantly changing tapestry of existence. The fabric of all beings entering and birthing here are the collective wave of form that carry us all into our shared future.  

How do we know this... Everything we speak of comes from the many incoming children sharing the same evolutionary story... nothing we speak of comes from the current paradigms or old spiritual teachings... nothing comes from theory or concept.  Each piece of revealing in this work has come through the embodied truth of an incoming soul, a child, or many children, the embodied core of a unified collective, the one heart that sings through the individual essence. How we meet this child, these children is everything.  We receive these children, these souls into our bodies, our cells, our embodiment geometry informed by them, to grow with them.  We feel as they feel... when they are met, when they meet resistance... a world that does not want to see and does not want to listen... a world that thinks it already knows the answers and is intent on imposing these lesser 'truths' upon the child. A world that molds a child like clay into what we expect of them, instilling in them rightness and goodness... like a blank slate that is ours to create and nurture, or mess up with our traumas; a child that becomes worthy because of our actions, that becomes spiritual because we teach them to meditate and plant trees.  

Take a look at these children, they hold the keys to unlock our old paradigm.  They are not interested in fitting into it!  If we allow them, each child has a unique key to gift us, codes to unlock, not just the family, but the interwoven fabric of humanity... take a look... the eyes of the child see us through a completely different lens to which we see ourselves.. beyond our filters.. take a look through their eyes.. see how they see us, the purity, the worth, the core of who we are, our gift to others.  When they challenge us to move beyond our imitations, our boundaries of existence, are they naughty or demanding... if they seek to show us ourselves beyond our small views, to reveal our light by tearing away the veils, blowing open our sense of separation and aloneness in this world... if they rock our view of safety, do we judge them as not good, well behaved children, not fitting the norm or respecting our boundaries....  What if the child is here to gift us the freedom beyond our limits and boundaries... a child who knows safety beyond survival, a wholeness beyond the pain of separation... a child who is fulfilling their purpose by challenging us, who is the gift of freedom themselves tearing away the distortion... holding us as they push us to our limits and then beyond. How do we see this child in truth, to fully receive the gift together.

Through this work we feel in our bodies, all of us, as one unified form, how each child experiences the world, how their soul embodies form, navigates existence, how their gift is given, received or not, how they digest the world around them, and how their biological system functions.  Through this work we all feel in our bodies the pain of the child who is not met or received, the distortion that is entangled around them like a stranglehold, the imposing of lesser realities, old systems, lineages.. we feel in our bodies the gift of each child and the precious longing to give it.  

Listening to the child is the gift, that allows us to grow, evolve, change our consciousness and our paradigm of life, listening to the child is the gift we share, with them, a family growing and changing together, understanding new ways of being in the world, exploring and learning together, sometimes failing and falling and losing the plot, but only in our eyes.. in the paradigm beyond duality where the child dwells, there is no fall, there is no fail, they exist a different reality and through the eyes of the child we can access this together...,what they need of us is not what we thought, or what we tried so hard to do, to give our children all the 'right' things, to encourage them and shape them in the 'right' way.   Ten years ago, I would be writing here about needing to heal our past trauma and nurture the new child, giving them a clean life and a supportive environment, a clean slate to express their essence.  The souls arriving at this time.  Now it is the incoming soul who is giving us the clean slate, the being coming from a higher consciousness, a reference point closer to the oneness of Source, and beyond our dualities of old.   It is the core light of the incoming soul who lifts us into seeing truth, the one truth seen by all beings who reside there.   Their light cuts through all else, aeons of illusion and distortion, their pure light of Source purifies, tearing away all that kept us from knowing home.   The cells of our body receive this... these beings, this light... we breathe it, live it, know it, eternally... they exist it in us, not separate, but together as one form.  Beyond discussion of our differences and negotiating harmony between separate beings, we can exist from a higher cellular unity  that communicates constantly through the bio-form the one truth of Source, beyond words or discussion, articulated and actioned by each individual expression of the One.  

Their eyes become our eyes, their voice our voice, until there is only one seeing, one voice, one heart, one truth in our cells.  These are Master beings, arriving as our children, weaving a lattice of light through all, lifting us as high as we can go... unified ascension templates... light form... source bio-circuitry through all... letting go may be a bumpy ride, an elevator straight to the top, and out through the ceiling... it may challenge all we think we know or indeed what we seek, how we parent our children and how we hold responsibility to fix what is wrong, in how we see ourselves and the world... There is freedom in letting go and allowing our incoming souls and children to lead this next stage of our evolution as humanity, this next wave that lifts us all into a new paradigm... an interwoven fabric of existence they already know and have created for us.  One form woven in the precision and coherency of all beings... one we can finally rest into together in creative motion and unfurling grace. 

 

Shelley Lemaire

Comment

The listening child

Comment

The listening child

As parents we are too familiar with the phrase 'Listen to me...' or "Are you listening?" and yet are we aware of the complexities of this apparently simple utterance.  What is it our young children are listening to when they listen, what does listening mean to them beyond the obvious 'do what I tell you to do'.  It is a sensitive area of reflection, to understand our children is to listen to them, and how listening functions with many levels of conscious awareness and when we wish them to listen to us.  There is a loop within listening, it is never merely a one-way process.  Like all circuitry, it returns to origin point.  When we are deeply heard by another we feel met, and the listening that receives us returns to fulfil the loop, the met point of this changing our sense of self and equation of being.  When I speak of listening, I am really referring to the articulation of the soul that is shared and received through the many levels and senses, not just our ears.  

When it comes to listening, how do we understand function and dysfunction.  To our children listening to their innate connection to source is a pure form of listening.   Imagine the scenario where the young child in their pure and original source circuitry, feels a body listening that they need to go outside to the garden and sit with Grandad... then the parent comes outside and tells the child they should be inside because it is too cold, or it is time for x, y or z... We can look at many such examples and more life-changing ones, where the dissonance can be overwhelming for the child, needing to choose between their own inherent knowing and listening and that of the parent.   As children get older the clarity of their own listening can become a source of distrust and feelings of loyalty and betrayal entwine through and confuse family dynamics and communication.  "you are not listening to me!"  

Consider also, that many aware children will maintain a connection to their home realm origin and there exists a frequency of transmission that becomes part of the natural circuitry of the child, keeping them in connected functioning.   The child may be more or less aware of this communication, but the constancy of it becomes part of their base stability on earth.  For many children this transmission has become disrupted or distorted and the return loop is not fully received.  It can be a severe trauma to the child who can feel disconnected, disassociated, abandoned, alone, anxious and unsafe.  Mostly, they feel unheard.

In both of the above scenarios the listening and knowing of the child is not received in validation of their full circuitry and functioning.   It is common in many of these situations to see sensory processing 'disorders' develop, speech, hearing, neurology expressed as indications of the incapacity to receive or be heard.  ENT issues such as ear infections, 'glue ear' and many other common childhood symptoms can be the expression of a sensory system closed down through the overwhelm or inability to support the soul level functioning of the child.

The transmission of frequency through the bone, information consciousness through the fluid, source circuitry though the heart, all form part of the daily functioning of the child in this world, albeit unseen by the parents at a 'normal' level of awareness.  So often 'glue ear' is an symptom of a system that is not functioning at these higher levels, the child reaching to reconnect with soul home consciousness or closing down the harsh frequencies and voices around them that conflict with their inner voice, soul harmonic and pure heart.  So often it is an attempt to disconnect and shut out the distortion to a sensitive system and find safety in the silence.

We must ask ourselves how we are listening to our children so they feel met, validated, received in their soul level consciousness and functioning in this world, where we become part of their circuitry of form and support an open free flow of communication, articulation and receiving at every level of life.  When we listen to them, the listening is the flow through of the full loop of the circuit.. soul-to-soul, heart-to-heart, body-to-body, parent-to-child and we feel it return.

What is the song of the body that knows itself in the spin of its own dance? What is the essence of what can be heard at its core?

Within the cells of the body of our incoming souls and our child, here, now, there is a defined and accurate navigational system that orients to all things -many levels of sensory input; be they interaction person to person, or interaction as a fluid cell that moves and sways to the music and masterpiece of divine orchestration. Imagine if we could see/listen to the physics and the waveforms of the dance and song they know! Imagine how this would allow a deep trust in seen, in known and in existence in truth. The perceptions once held in limitation can release into the wider understanding of All-source form flow and allow a fuller expression of the soul within the cells.

The child who sways and rocks and 'self soothes' owns a stunning cellular resonance to waves of spin and motion - vestibular perception known in her cells, and is often unmet from where we stand in an anchored and immobile view. The child who screams in ear-piercing pitch -seeking the feedback of something, anything through 'self-regulatory' pathways -  is showing us the resonance and space he needs to exist in. The repetitive movements, the repetitive language, the-stuck-in-a-loop behaviours we have seen in children, are the place of safety in an otherwise unsafe resonance, one that cannot find its truer loop Home to itself. 

The beauty of the cellular definition that is being gifted to our humanity - beyond our old perceptual abilities - lies in the heart of the child who lives and breathes  cell perception at its widest. These incoming souls, our children! The cells function in ways that we have heretofore only imagined. The subtleties of fluid motion that contain the future stories of our race are leading us from the core of the spiral to its widest edge-less-ness. There is a deep deep well of infinite stillness at the centre of the core. The stillness that gives rise to all information, all perception and all response. As we listen from the molecular level of motion, so we can hear the same stillness at the most infinite point. It is the same sound, the same note. It is the frequency that allows all frequencies to exist together, to be in the One perception that impacts our cellular motion as part of something bigger than, but inclusive of, the self. It is the Aha! of being heard from one point to another and vice versa. 

As we listen to our children from this molecular level, our systemic aspects begin to orient to the perception of Oneness. We are no longer isolated systems within a body performing different functions. We are also no longer isolated individuals who can only relate to certain frequencies or certain systems of another being within a family or beyond. We begin to hear the song and feel the dance that our child leads. It becomes a timeless, mesmerising show and they become the star.

We can choose to allow this accomplished performer to show us the moves, engage us in their body-wave, lead us in the chorus and free us into our own cellular truth as heart-shine beings.  In choosing to listen to their gift of truth, we are gifted our own. 

 

What does your heart say child?

"Oh Mama! It says 'Life', it says 'Home'.

Can you hear it? It beats with the softness of all beings.

It knows the song of all souls too.

It knows all timeless colour

It knows movement of fluid music

It knows the voices in all reaches of existence

It knows the meeting of light, and the touch of its silken shine"

I can hear it my Love. I can.

 

Shelley Lemaire & Joan Harold  

 

 

Comment

The timeless cell

Comment

The timeless cell

The timeless cell... what does it mean for our bodies that we are moving beyond time? We can now glimpse the immaculate cell... the cell that divides infinitely without losing integrity... the cell that holds its original immaculate code and replaces itself without distortion or loss of integrity over many such divisions... i.e. over time.  At this threshold we can view how the degradation of the cell over time was once seen as 'normal' and ageing and deterioration were natural, whether accepted with grace or fought with grit.  The inevitable destruction was literally written into the cell, the gene, the design of human.  Devolved from a more divine human blueprint, and consolidated collectively through aeons of stored memory of planets, civilisations, nations, people inevitably falling in destruction, cataclysm and betrayal.   The game of light vs dark, trust in the force Luke, the star wars of good and evil...  the fight against the dark side, the loss, fall and destruction became part of the very fabric of our cells.  Holding and carrying the mantle of light and truth through dark times was deeply etched with a struggle, burden, responsibility, persecution and betrayal we still feel deeply.    And we can clearly see where we are still entwined in this game today, where our cells carry this legacy and we continue the fight for good in this world.

Yet when we really stop and see, when we step beyond our fight and set down the burden we know so well... when we look beyond the threads that wove our cells into this identity and those that wove humanity in the struggle against itself...  when we truly take a breath we may notice the winds have changed.  Instead of our children carrying on the legacy of our past, our human and star ancestors, they have woven a new one, a pure creational legacy and lineage forwards, to redefine our future beyond the fight... a lineage free from the paradigm of duality, beyond the creation-destruction matrix and beyond the fall.  It is not freedom gained from the fight, it is not freedom defined from the loss of freedom, but a pure freedom that exists in form only through the resolution of all threads, all dualities and all destruction.  Where the weave of the cellular fabric is pure, it is true freedom.  The fabric of our existence has been rewoven in reconciliation of all threads distorted or otherwise damaged.  The tear in the fabric, if you like, that kept this universal time matrix trapped in perpetual cycles, souls trapped in the denatured existence of the old fabric,  Souls shackled into the original creation story, fall, exhile, loss of true home.  Life and death.  Spirit and matter.  Universal duality.

When we stop and look through the eyes of the ones now arriving from beyond this universal realm, the incoming souls entering through a new creational matrix, when we touch through our own cells, the weave of the fabric of this eternal form, we exhale a long held breath.  At the deepest levels of our being we have known this, the story in our cells as human, and the place beyond the story, the many inter-woven stories... the light and truth of eternal Source in the language of our soul... beyond religion, war and the defining nature and history of humanity... the very thing we have been fighting for is now being gifted to us, because it is done.

These incoming souls here now birth a new blueprint of form, a cellular fabric of divine human, lifting and reawakening many with their light and grace, their infinite cellular creation that envelops all.  The cell here begins as an immaculate creation, only to divide in the light of Source into its immaculate self, unified with itself and all of creation... eternal in its infinitely unfurling grace, light-encoded fluid cell division beyond separation, the body of true Source form.   This touch, this known, this met point unravelling all past timelines that have woven the fabric of the individual, the mother, the father, the child, the world.  All we believe ourselves to be, the glue that holds us together in the paradigm of survival and safety dissolves into this new equation, threads intricately holding our personal stories, identities and histories delicately unravel into this new indestructible fabric.  These incoming children are safe beyond safety, free beyond freedom, coherent beyond coherency... the pure essential point beyond each and all of these polarities woven into the lattice that exists them all.  

This immaculate child.  

The timeless, infinite cell... what does it mean for our bodies that our children are moving beyond time, to exist in the timeless creation of their immaculate being... are we ready to see our cells and see ourselves in the fabric of the form our children have woven for us? 

 

Shelley Lemaire  

 

Comment

Daddy?

2 Comments

Daddy?

“I know you are there, child of my heart...  my longing for you, a tenderness, a stretch... knowing I can reach for you, through myself, the layers I have not yet dared to explore.   I  can feel you, when I traverse the depths of my own form... I can feel the places you touch me, witness me in my pain, see me in my fullest most magnificent version, gently holding me, raising me and meeting me there in your greatest knowing of me.  I feel you lift me beyond all I see with the eyes of my past experiences... the road I have walked.  I feel you freeing me from my own limits, where I have become tangled by the threads of my losses and held back by the perception of my failures.  

I know you are there, child of my soul... you meet me in the deepest place beyond my thoughts and prayers, beyond the edges of my understandings, tantalising me with your light, to know what you know, touch what you touch, the me that is you and the you that is me. Teach me... unfurl the steps for me to take beyond myself, your hand in my hand, your heart in my heart, each footfall a commitment to you, a devotion to share this life with you as family... to surrender to your lead and knowingly rest in the horizon of your vision and glide of your wings.

I know you are there, child of my love... the creation of union that is ours to share, to gift and to receive.  I know you know how this forms, how we, as your parents, come together, the wave that carries us to the depth of love we long for, to weave our union beyond the sum of our separate selves, beyond the motion of two people, where we exist a motion of one.  The light we carry within the ocean of our love is you... and the light that leads us to become the ocean, is you.   The light that guides us beyond the rocks and doubts and chasms to rest upon the shore is you, the light that brings us home is you.  You come from God and the radiance of your being touches all things.  I cannot not see you.. when I open my eyes everything is you.

I hold you in my arms, and my heart beats true.  I am your father, and I look upon your newborn face, sweet and full with all we have known, and we smile, simply because you are here.”

 

Shelley Lemaire  

 

 

photo credit Jessica Ivy

2 Comments

Against the grain...

Comment

Against the grain...

In writing this post we are going against the grain of most spiritual teachings today in regard to food... the high vibrational food, meat-free, sugar-free, gluten-free trends that take a righteous stance on the food we eat and choices we make.  There are spectrums here from non-conscousnss eating, to conscious eating, low vibrational foods and high vibrational foods, purity, toxicities, sensitivities, allergies, nutrition, paleo diets, ethical beliefs, veganism portrayed as the 'highest' spiritual choice, and so forth.  Most don't know what to think or are told by some authority what to think/eat/do.  The world becomes a mine-field of do's and don'ts.  

Once again we take a new lens, through the eyes of the incoming souls and children who are here to teach us to be unlimited.   We have listened for many years to the dietary needs of children, those in sensitive overloaded separate systems, those leading us beyond duality, the cravings of pregnant mothers and the needs of their babies.  We have explored the digestion and receiving of the incoming consciousness into the body.   Food and digestion reflect our embodiment, consciousness and evolution.  Bodies behave as souls exist and function in the world.  A dietary sensitivity or gut inflammation says as much about how the soul is processing and digesting their world around them as it does about the food they eat.  A body in separation must digest both the world and the food on its plate through a single system.  Imagine how this alters once you engage in bodies of unified geometry and cellular functioning... the coherency and capacity of the system goes through the roof compared to what we are used to, and the feast of life opens up.  All consciousness and all foods can be taken in and processed thorough a unified toroidal form. Life becomes a smorgasbord of senses, experiences, tastes.  Even reading this, you will notice your cells respond, saliva, fluid, sense receptors on your fingers and face, skin, teeth, membranes, jaw etc...  the body opens beyond polarity and boundary into unified cellular capacities, immune systems are no longer keeping the world out, but engaging in life from an inherent cellular fluid interconnection to all things.   Everything is consciousness in motion.  Toroid forms beyond duality receive all in sustainable, coherent, re-organisational motion.  In digesting the whole, we uplift and transform the whole.  Food becomes something new to be in relationship with, something not to be afraid of, limited or withheld, food becomes a feast for the embodied soul, life becomes a dance in motion and all the old rules go out the window.   As incoming consciousness is digested and processed so is food, life and the world we live in,  through bodies of higher and higher coherencies and freedom.  

Imagine the freedom to eat as you felt to, without any judgement of good or bad, without any consequences of right or wrong, without needing to detox or diet to eliminate the lower  energies and accumulated toxins or distortions to the system.  I do not say this lightly, it is a territory we have experienced directly and explored over many years through the incoming souls and the children functioning beyond duality, with detailed understanding of how the biology and physiology functions at these higher capacities.  These children are unlimited in their bodies and show us how to be.  Life becomes a celebration.

Being free to eat anything without consequence, danger, decay, toxicity or threat of reaction is to be free as the entire creational form itself.  When we move beyond toroid form into Source form, the particle wave form of matter is the fabric of all creation, and the articulation of a soul has become the functioning of all of existence as one.    This is what the Incoming Souls have built for them and for us, and it fundamentally changes the game of what it means to be human, how we function, how we process and digest.  In fact it takes us beyond the need to process or digest anything at all because everything becomes creation here, looping upon itself, nothing is separate.  

The definition of nourishment thus evolves when understood within the cells of Source Form, when seen and tasted from the eyes of the Incoming Soul and the many beings that exist within the aliveness of this form.  Each being, each child, each incoming, each person becomes the whole itself.  In becoming this, dispersing beyond our own individual identities of separation, into the liberation of true Oneness, the gift of our soul becomes part of the functioning gift of the whole.  The structure of the form in constant motion, all beings within the form, as the form itself, and in motion through all, nothing held, nothing protected, all needs met, all gifts seen and received in perpetual, creative motion.  To receive another, merge with another, or many at one time, here, as part of natural function, literally feeds the form.  It creates more substance, more known, tangible ignition of source functioning, informing, breathing, existence.  To be fed is to be in constant simultaneous receiving and gifting of ourselves as source oneness through all.  An oscillation through the cells as completely permeable.  Our cells respond to this, allowing all to pass through as nourishment.  A robustness and potency emerge where inside and outside the cell is the same - source light, source informed form.  

The invitation here is delicious, ripe and existing now.  It utterly awakens to all senses beyond separation or threat of decay.  To be lifted beyond boundary, hesitancy and membranous protection.    A vastness of deeply met and nourished that becomes a new base of life that allows us to receive every particle in all universes as the infinite motion of pure known source articulation; freed beyond black and white, good and bad, limitations of causality and duality that we incarnated into.  A playfulness begins to emerge, where we are rolling the sweetness of life itself around on our tongue.  Where our taste buds open in ecstatic, luscious recognition of self as all in perpetual, generative unfurl of pure creation.  A substance begins to form.  To receive from The Body, as it, is to form it.  To become the active motion that forms life.  The freedom of all children can be felt here.  All beings at play in the playground of the senses of the New Human.  

What might it feel like to let everything in?  To be so vital and potent that all can be received as true nourishment and pure creation informing itself.  Like a child free to eat a huge cupcake, smushing it into their face in joy.  Sweetness of knowing divinity in the cells and being the very motion of creation itself. 

Shelley Lemaire & Rony Reingold

Comment