I shift and change as the winds of change blow thru me and to
me, I shift with every birth.  I shift with every death.  I change
when emotion and anoint themselves. My temperature
changes with my emotions, my heartbeat changes with my every
thought.  I am the seasonal change of God.  As the molecules rewrite
the rules life sprouts wings, where there was once only a tale to

Objects appear and disappear from dusk to dawn
confusing the layout of the mind. Comfort in what was familiar no
longer soothes the soul. Free flowing without form or destination in a
wondrous aspect of becoming a Godling in training.  Free falling into
any and all possibilities is not for the weak of heart or mind. 
Impossible Possibilities rearrange themselves nanoseconds at a time,
switching bases and outcomes simultaneously.  What comes through the
personal wormhole is yet to be seen but very expected. 

the past and disconnecting from the now offers opportunities that need
to be embraced in order to be issued as a decree.  The new age, the
old age, all age becomes unnecessary as humanity makes a U-turn into a
place of re-connection.  The lines between humans feel fragile and
strained like an umbilical cord that needs to be cut later on in the
delivery.  Seeing oneself in others has become painful and many avert
their eyes so they do not have to see.  oneness seems miniscule and
inconsequential as humanity huffs and puffs and blows the illusion

Time and weather rewrite themselves in accordance with
these new amendments of creation.  Each door takes you down another
highway of self.  Fractured parts of humanity now seek to be united
with their celestial counterparts.   Many are so busy scooping up
parts of their self they don’t see that it is happening to everyone
that lives upon the planet. 

Humanity has asked for more on all
levels and so it shall be.  Each person is escorted into all faces of
their eve and their atom. Original blueprint is now laced with pink
and all-possibilities.  To become your true presence, you need to be
free floating without form if you still seek to walk in the stars. 
Realities are challenged doing hand-to-hand combat.  Time rushes by
without even a wave as options are tailored and shortened to fit the
daily change of . Holding on to who you think you are will
become as an anchor that drags you into deep emotional waters. Holding
on to the way you thongs should be is even heavier. In the mists of
radical change on earth, hold tight to the good thoughts that seem to
float by like debris from an .  

Do not allow
yourself to get pulled into the muck of what is right and wrong/ good
and bad/ justice and injustice. For all molecules of earth in all forms
decree and declare in no uncertain terms. Your anger at these
injustices will only fuel an already explosive situation. What is dark
in nature, uses you and feeds off your anger, which increases the
disasters exponentially.

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – PO box 217 – Dandridge, Tennessee 37725-0217 –