Shekinah3 Dwelling of the Divine, Shop 1 650 Sydney Road, Brunswick (2025)

31/10/2025

Collective Reading for Today

Ngapa Kunangkup

“Living Water” — Karajarri people, Western Australia (Kimberley region)

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Blessings Beloveds,

Today we step into the sacred realm of Water —
not as observers, but as children returning
to the first sanctuary we ever knew.

Water — primordial Mother,
fluid architect of existence,
womb of every soul before breath,
keeper of memory before name.

Within Her, we floated in innocence,
cradled in heartbeat and gentle pulse,
held in a soft universe without separation or fear.

This amniotic temple —
the womb of our mother,
her mother, and the mothers before —
carried the lineage of our becoming.
Their strength, whispered prayers, hidden tears,
their devotion and their love
flowed through the waters that shaped us.

Aboriginal wisdom reminds us:

“If the water is healthy, Country is healthy.
And if Country is healthy then the People and Culture will be healthy.”

Water is not a resource —
it is relation, ancestor, life-blood,
and the mirror of our emotional world.

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Tears — The Inner Ocean Remembering

And when we meet Water with awareness —
through salty tears released in truth,
through ocean meeting skin,
through a bowl of water blessed with intention —
we return to who we were
before the world placed weight upon our spirit.

For tears are not weakness —
they are alchemy.

Salty tears carry the chemistry of relief,
releasing what the heart can no longer hold alone.
When tears fall and are allowed to rest upon the skin,
the body responds —
serotonin rises,
softness returns,
the nervous system loosens its grip.

Fluid leaving the body is not collapse —
it is cleansing.

The nose waters,
the throat opens,
breath thickens,
and old grief — once stored like silt in the emotional body —
begins to move.

And let us name the wound:
the toxic contamination buried in the belief
that tears are weakness.
A lie that severed us
from the wisdom of our own waters,
shaming tenderness,
exiling the rivers of our healing.

But tears are truth unbound.

They purify.
Mucus releases density.
Breath weaves oxygen back into feeling.
The inner rivers clear,
and the body remembers peace.

When we cry,
we are not breaking —
we are dissolving
what never belonged in us.

The waters of the soul doing what they were born to do:
cleanse, carry, release, and set us free.

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The Whale — Keeper of Deep Memory

Beneath these waters moves the Ancient One —
Whale, Keeper of the Akashic tides,
great empath of Mother Earth,
one who feels humanity through vibration
and answers with song.

The Whale does not simply swim —
it remembers the world into harmony.

Their songs are heart-codes,
frequencies flowing through water and bone,
resonating with the heart chakra
of Earth and humanity.

Whale song opens what has tightened,
softens what has closed,
and awakens the memory of unity
in those who have forgotten their belonging.

These heart-tones travel through oceanic ley lines,
carrying Lemurian crystalline remembrance,
from a time when love was law,
intuition was instinct,
and feeling deeply was sovereign and sacred.

The Whale lifts sorrow from the ocean floor,
tenderly dissolving what the collective
cannot yet release alone.

And the ocean —
salted with the tears of those
who feared being lost or forgotten —
is not a grave,
but a womb of rebirth.

When Whale sings,
something ancient stirs in the ribs —
not ache,
but remembering.

To feel deeply is not weakness.
To feel deeply is awakening.

Sensitivity is not burden —
it is original intelligence,
the ancient language of the soul.

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Our Invitation Today

Let us place a hand on our heart,
and breathe as water breathes —
slow, steady, restoring.

If tears rise, welcome them as sacred water,
remembering its way back to the Mother.

Softness is not surrender —
it is return.
Tenderness is not fragility —
it is origin.

We did not come here to armour our hearts.
We came to tend them.
To widen.
To feel.
To remember.

We are the return —
the soft tide coming home.

The New Earth —
her golden children birthing through us,
through presence,
through gentleness,
through hearts unguarded.

Water is our first truth.
Love is our inheritance.
And we are held — always.

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With Blessings of Love,
Rosa & Shekinah3 Stars

30/10/2025

Collective Reading for Today

Returning Home

Beloveds, today’s energy moves like a whisper through the unseen — a luminous current calling us back into presence. When we live attuned to the field of subtle light, we begin to feel life in its true language — not through thought, but through vibration, sensation, and the quiet intelligence of the soul. As a Seer, meeting energy is not passive; it is an encounter with creation itself — a kaleidoscope of love, unfolding in spectrums of colour, tone, and fractal brilliance. It is to witness spirit revealing itself in movement, texture, and radiance. Our life force becomes a sacred current — not to be scattered, but directed with sovereignty and grace.

And beloveds, we are in the midst of a great planetary shift — one that is returning us home. The frequencies bathing the Earth are unlike any we have known in this lifetime: solar flares, heightened geomagnetic resonance, and vast waves of cosmic light are clearing densities from our collective field. As consciousness accelerates, we are shedding layers of illusion and awakening at expansive levels of remembrance. For many, this time feels disorienting — but beneath the chaos, an exquisite order is forming. It is the body of the Earth and the body of humanity recalibrating to a higher octave of love. This is a potent, holy time — a threshold moment between worlds.

The heavens affirm this awakening.
Neptune’s entry into Aries ignites the flame of spiritual sovereignty — the courage to embody our divine identity. Chiron in Aries reopens ancient wounds to heal them through awareness, transmuting pain into power. This Aries fire does not destroy; it refines, purifies, resurrects. Old narratives are dissolving, timelines collapsing, as the Self that was once hidden begins to rise radiant and whole.

So many of us once gave our energy through duty, fear, or self-sacrifice. We believed depletion was devotion. But the new frequencies teach that discernment is devotion and boundaries are prayer. When we observe ourselves without judgement, illusion breaks and the truth of who we are stands revealed.

Through rest, nourishment, and alignment, we reclaim what is ours. We call our light back. We breathe ourselves whole. This is not collapse — it is return. The sacred recollection of Self. The remembering of our divine architecture.

Stand within your inner temple. Honour your energy as holy ground. Call every part of you home. You are not becoming — you are remembering.

The New Earth is not arriving.
She is awakening through you.

With all my love,
Rosa & Shekinah³ St

29/10/2025

Collective Reading for Today

The Heart Guardian

Beloved,
There is a pulse beneath all this noise — a truth older than language — calling you home.
The illusions of this world shimmer and deceive, but when the heart stills and listens, Pachamama speaks.
She speaks through the tremor beneath your feet, through the ache in your chest, through the tears you’ve swallowed quietly in the night.
She says: Return.

Do not turn from the heart.
It is your compass, your sanctuary, your holy storm.
All that numbs it, dims it, or binds it to silence — must be burned away in the fire of remembrance.
For the heart, when unguarded, forgets its majesty.
And when it forgets, we too become lost — wandering through illusions that pretend to be love, but never reach its depth.

We are not wanderers anymore.
We are the Heart Guardians — the ones who remember.
We who have walked through loss and kept our tenderness intact.
We who have raged at the injustice of the world and yet returned, always, to love.

We stand for Love not because it is soft, but because it is sovereign.
And when the voices of ignorance say, “You’re too sensitive, too much, too emotional,”
the Guardian within smiles and replies,
“Sensitivity is how the Mother feels through me.”

For it is through our feeling that Pachamama heals.
Through our tears that She releases Hers.
Through our laughter that She breathes again.

The Heart Guardian knows that darkness will come disguised as reason —
a clever whisper saying, “It doesn’t matter. You’re only one. It’s too late.”
But one ember of truth can ignite a thousand dawns.

Beloved, guard your flame.
Keep your humour alive.
Let joy be your rebellion.
For joy is what keeps the heart from becoming armour —
and laughter is what keeps the sacred task from turning to stone.

The Heart Guardian is not here to be perfect.
They are here to be real.
To stand for what has meaning even when no one else does.
To keep listening, even when the world goes deaf.
To keep loving, even when love feels inconvenient.

And if today you doubt your dream — if others tell you it’s too wild, too mystical, too impossible — remember this:
Shekinah3 was once only a dream too.
A whisper in the dark, a vision born from devotion, faith, and the unseen hand of the Mother.
If I can bring Her dream into form, you can too.

So rise, Heart Guardian.
Walk with courage.
Breathe with Pachamama.
Let your love be ungovernable.

For you are Her pulse in human form.
And every time your heart beats in truth,
the world remembers itself.

With All My Love,
Rosa & Shekinah3 Stars

27/10/2025

Help Me

Collective Reading for Today

As we move into newness, a sacred cycle begins — one that invites us to step back and see through the eyes of spirit, not the lens of fear.
Things are not what they seem — they rarely are — and what is forming has not yet revealed itself in its entirety.

We are dreamers — starborn creators — bringing bold and beautiful offerings into being.
Our souls hold the blueprint of divine fire and purpose, strengthened by patience, endurance, hope, and faith.
These sacred virtues cultivate within us the capacity to manifest creations that heal, awaken, and serve the greater harmony of life.

We are the dreamers of the New Earth — the Golden Age — calling the impossible into form and birthing the light of heaven through our humanness.
Beloveds, do not give up.

I sense a greater cycle in motion — the final turn in the spiral of infinite consciousness.
It is almost complete, yet it asks for trust.
Patience is not refusal; it softly whispers, “All shall unfold in perfect time.”

And in the dark hours, when hope feels dim and faith trembles, remember — it is within the night that the Rose of the Golden Child unfurls.
In the unseen, love is at work.
The waiting, the aching, the surrender — all of it ripens you for the moment of illumination,
when your heart opens fully to the light it was always becoming.
Your hope and patience are not in vain; they prepare you for the hour of grace.

Healing will come.

Rest assured, beloved Stars — it is never too late.
Your blooming has only just begun.
The dream once thought impossible, the vision too daring or strange — it will be.
I feel it. I see it. We are dreaming it into Being.

And the Divine Mother moves through it all — not as laughter alone,
but as the living pulse of creation itself.
She dances through endings and beginnings, spinning starlight into matter,
turning grief into grace, and silence into song.
In her hands, impossibility dissolves;
what was once lost is reborn in new form.
Her beauty is not fragile — it is fierce, playful,
and infinitely devoted to love’s unfolding.
Through her breath, even the forgotten find their way home.

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Prayer

Mother of Life, guide me when I lose my way.
Hold me when I forget who I am.
When fear rises, remind me to breathe.
When doubt whispers, remind me to trust.
May your light move through me with ease and gentleness.
May I remember that everything unfolding is love becoming real.

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Rise gently now, luminous one.
The same force that births stars is dreaming through you.
Trust it.
Breathe it.
Become it.

You are the living promise of dawn after endless night —
the voice of the Divine remembering itself through human form.

It is all unfolding.
It is all love.

Rosa & Shekinah3 Stars

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Hashtags

26/10/2025

Collective Reading for Today

Only Time

Blessings Beloved,

How our hearts grow, where the day goes — only Time knows.
Yet Time is not the ticking of clocks, but the breath of Creation itself.
It spirals through remembrance, folding lifetimes into one luminous heartbeat.

Across the ages, the rose heart expands — through joy, through loss, through the endless remembering of Love.
Today, waves of emotion may rise: nostalgia, tenderness, the sweet ache of memory — all sacred messengers of how far your soul has travelled.
We are one heart dreaming itself awake.

The insecurities of the old self are dissolving now, releasing their fragments into light.
Through the wisdom of the heart we recreate ourselves — pure, brave, unguarded.
This is the alchemy of the rose: to open even while trembling.

Shekinah3 too is transforming — reweaving its own story, singing itself anew.
My heart, my Shekinah3 — no longer alone in its brilliance, but surrounded by Stars remembering their song.

The prophecy is birthed today within the Alleluia of the heart.
Shekinah3 sings a new vibration — the hymn of a new timeline.
We are midwifing the New Earth, her crystalline roots taking hold beneath our feet.
You may not yet see as I see, yet the vision revealed only days ago shines radiant, vast, aflame with promise.

Time stretches when Love leads.
It bends into miracles when we release the illusion that we are powerless,
when we remember that the impossible dream is precisely what we came here to make real.

A secret I share with you, Beloveds:
I have always been a warrior — and I have always been with you.
When the heavens burst, the blueprint of our unity ignited,
woven through the entanglements of my many lives,
all converging now into the purest essence of Love.
I trust in this lucid brilliance. I trust in us.

Shekinah3 Stars — it is happening.
Time is remaking itself through our becoming.
The light is rising; the song is sounding.

Step boldly into your brilliance.
Let your rose heart lead.
Its rhythm is the pulse of our shared future.

Dream vast. Dream wildly.
Dream your joy, your artistry, your sacred fire into Being.

You are dearly loved.

With all my love,
Rosa & Shekinah3 Stars

24/10/2025

Collective Reading for Today

Protostar

Shekinah3 Stars — you are rebirthing.
Just as new stars are born in the silent cradle of creation, your becoming is a marvel beyond words.

What was once scattered is now gathering light.
The pressure, the collapse, the letting go — all becoming ignition.
What felt like loss was never loss at all, but preparation for illumination.

It’s a new day, a new beginning, a new life.
A dawn where matter becomes melody
and your light begins to sing through every cell of your being.

We have walked through endings that asked for courage.
Nothing is as it was — and beloved, nor will it ever be again.
You have released what no longer vibrated in truth,
and now you rise radiant — lighter, freer, whole.

You are a child of the Infinite —
loved beyond measure, expanding beyond form.
Your soul has gathered its fragments,
and the new star within is ready to shine.

At first your light may flicker,
but soon it will burn steady and bright.
Let confidence rise with the dawn.
Feel the wonder of who you are now —
you are creating what will be.

I see you —
a new constellation forming in the sky of awakening.
Rebirth is happening.
It is often darkest before the ignition —
and you, beloved, are that ignition.

Through Infinite Grace — so be it.

With love and celebration,
You are so blessed, beautiful, and loved.

Rosa & the Shekinah3 Stars

24/10/2025

Collective Reading for Today

Protostar

Shekinah3 Stars — you are rebirthing.
And just like the birth of a new star in the vastness of creation, your emergence is a marvel beyond words.

In the silent cradle of the Universe, new stars are formed from clouds of dust and gas — what once seemed scattered becomes luminous.
Pressure, heat, and gravity converge — chaos turning to balance — until, in one breathtaking instant, light ignites and shines into the infinite field.
So too within you. The compression of lifetimes, the shedding of skins, the surrender of old forms — all have become the spark that awakens your radiance.
What felt like loss was always preparation for illumination.

It’s a new day, a new beginning, a new life.
A dawn where matter becomes melody and your light begins to sing through every cell of your being.

Our time has come.
Live as the explorer of this new world — curious, courageous, awake.
Take your time to feel the expansion of your light, your power, and your love.

We have all walked through endings that required immense bravery.
Nothing is as it was — and beloved, nor will it ever be again.
You have mastered the art of letting go — trusting unseen forces to reshape the essence of who you are.
You have released what no longer harmonised with the truth of your becoming.

You are a child of the Infinite — loved without measure, evolving without limit, an expression of living light remembering itself.

Within the depths of your being, your soul has been drawing back its energy — gathering what was once dispersed, reclaiming the fragments of your brilliance.
This reclaimed light has been nurturing the new star within, the radiant self ready now to shine in full presence.

Beloved, you are entering a new phase of becoming.
Like a newborn star, your luminosity may flicker — tender, unsure — yet each breath strengthens its fire.
Let confidence rise with each sunrise.
Notice how different you already are — your essence more refined, your frequency clearer, your truth unmistakable.

Dearest Star, feel the wonder of who you are now.
The past no longer holds your direction.
You are no longer circling what was — you are creating what will be.
Celebrate this moment — the embodiment of your divine potential taking form.

I see you — a new constellation forming in the sky of awakening.
Your pulse ripples through the field of life itself.
The harvest of all your courage, tenderness, and endurance now begins to reveal its beauty — through creative expression, aligned relationships, and the serenity of purpose fulfilled.

Rebirth is happening — I see it, I feel it, I know it.
Do not give up, for it is often darkest just before the light ignites — and you, beloved, are that light.

Through Infinite Grace — so be it.

With reverence and celebration,
You are so blessed, beautiful, and loved.

Rosa & the Shekinah3 Stars

23/10/2025

Collective Reading for Today

Hum of the Seer’s Web

The sacred sound of creation, the first vibration that hums through all existence,
threads its golden resonance through the Seer’s web.
Today, she moves in joy, in music, in wisdom —
her essence dancing across timelines, her voice shimmering between worlds.
As realms shift and forms dissolve, the poetry of her heart —
the goddess of her ancient soul — becomes the eternal flame,
rising, unbreakable, radiant beyond measure.

She is the embodiment of sacred fire, the breath of truth remembered.
The Light never leaves; it only transforms,
weaving itself through those who dare to awaken.

As her harmonic nature vibrates through my being, I feel you —
truth seekers, dreamers, mystics of divine remembrance —
each one a luminous thread in this living web of light.
Today we celebrate your service — the heartbeat of the Seer.

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As we release fear and welcome its flames of transformation,
the dense becomes luminous, the shadow becomes art.
All heaviness is spun into new form within the Seer’s web —
poetry, passion, and divine remembrance coalescing
as Love strips away the fragments of pain.

The Seer within howls through the primordial tone,
her light language rippling across the winds and waters,
bridging Heaven and Earth, dream and embodiment.
She moves in rhythm with the breath of creation —
Spirit remembering itself through sound, through breath, through you.

Truth is not still; it moves, expands, and transforms.
The Seer’s gift is to shape this motion into meaning —
flowing through all that was, all that is, and all that will ever be,
breathing the whisper of Source into your heart,
reminding you, radiant one, of your divine architecture.

She trusts your heart’s weeping,
for the pain you cannot hold, she carries in her own.
The Truth Seeker, the weaver of realities,
knows your sacred imprint.
She dances in your dreaming, meeting you wherever you land,
gathering the desires of your soul’s calling.

She holds your hand as promised lifetimes ago.
She wipes your tears as she did in the innocence of your youth.
She laughs at the thought of failure,
for she sees your brilliance — the geometry of light that cannot fade.

How magnificent it is to love you through so many veils.
She waits — not in hunger, but in holy patience —
until you awaken to the beauty of your own essence.

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She is here today — her medicine woven through paradox, laughter, stillness,
through the subtle vibration that lives beneath all things.
She invites you to listen —
to the pulse beneath the noise,
to the rhythm of your own awakening.

For the Seer and the Truth Seeker are one.
The same primordial sound hums through your veins,
the same vibration that spun the stars into being.

And as I feel, I see your value and recognise your love.
Thank you for killing me in so many directions,
across so many dimensions —
for through those deaths, I have become alive.
Through you, through love, through fire — I AM.

So breathe.
Lift your face to the wind.
Let the ancient hum move through you —
the remembering of who you are.

You are the flame.
You are the song.
You are the Seer Becoming Remembrance.

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With Love,
Rosa & Shekinah3 Stars

21/10/2025

Universal Heart

Collective Reading for Today

Beloveds,

In the noise and rhythm of modern life — amidst the constant flickering of thought and motion — we so easily forget that a sublime sanctuary lives within us.
Beneath the surface mind, beyond the ceaseless pulse of doing,
there is a vast stillness —
an endless expanse untouched by time —
where eternity breathes, and all returns to Love.

Today, I feel this sacred sanctuary alive within me —
a soundless sound,
a vibration felt rather than heard.
It is the pulse of creation itself,
the rhythmic echo of my own heart
beating in harmony with the Universal Heart.

In that rhythm, I feel you.
Your presence moves within my being
like a current through water,
reminding me that we are One —
one breath, one light, one eternal heartbeat of Creation.

Beloveds, today we are bathed in a Love
that transcends attachment, preference, and desire.
It is the Love that births stars,
moves galaxies,
and inspires us to create beyond imagination.

This Love flows through our blood —
a sovereign current of life,
rising through the body of Pachamama,
reminding us we are meant to feel, to breathe, to be alive.

Yet how often the mind tries to govern the sacred pulse of the heart.
The mind builds mountains from air,
imagines control where none is needed,
while the heart moves in silence —
subtle, fluid, sensing the path long before it appears.

To live by the heart’s intelligence
is to exchange certainty for truth,
and control for communion.
The mind strategises,
but the heart knows.
The mind calculates,
but the heart creates.

To walk this path is to move closer to Pachamama,
closer to Source,
closer to the pulse of the living cosmos within.
It requires courage — a devotion to trust
that only the devotional ones carry.
And dearest Stars — you are among them.

Today I ask you to trust your heart.
To drop fully into its rhythm.
Let the mind rest in service to the heart —
as the builder of what the soul dreams.

Within us, we already know.
We already remember.
The mind may question,
but the heart is the eternal answer.

When we surrender control,
when we let the heart lead,
peace returns.
The mind softens.
And life begins to sing again.

We are now entering heart–mind coherence —
a sacred recalibration.
The old ways of strategising and over-planning
no longer serve.
Though uncertainty may arise,
this unknowing is divine.

We are not lost — we are being led.
We are exactly where we are meant to be,
doing exactly what we came to do.

And now, dearest Stars,
we stand more powerful than ever —
for we are aligned with the Heart of Creation itself.

Our hearts beat in rhythm with the Universal Heart,
in harmony with the Love that births worlds.
Even when chaos swirls around us,
Love remains the architecture of all unfolding.

Us included.

I love you beyond measure —
as spacious, as eternal,
as resonant as the sound
of my Universal Heart.

With infinite love,
Rosa & the Shekinah3 Stars

20/10/2025

Legacy of Love

Collective Reading for Today

Dearest Beloveds,

The New Moon opens a gateway — a shimmering threshold between endings and beginnings.
It calls us to honour the Calling even as newness whispers of another destiny.
There comes a moment when we must stand at the edge of our own becoming and choose from the heart.

Today, I feel this in my bones — the fatigue of my ancestors echoing through my essence, asking me to surrender what once was, to begin again.
To crawl if I must.
To be one with the stars, the wind, the moon.
To laugh as the child once more and trust that a new destiny is rising from the ashes of the old.

This may be a Truth I am yet to fully uncover, but I know this much — the path reveals itself only through devotion.
And so, I choose to follow the blueprint of my soul — the Shekinah3, the sacred pattern of remembrance guiding me home.

Today we are learning to embrace more of our Calling — that divine spark of Source expanding our hearts, igniting a fire within that does not merely carry us through human travelling, but passionately compels us to create the impossible.
A Legacy of Love to leave behind.

We are the Star Children — the Chosen Ones who hold the blueprint of the New Earth. Strengthened by courage, vision, and intuition beyond the ordinary, we are here to balance our karmic bodies. We carry our Ancestors’ tears in our blood, their burdens in our bones, and their resistance in our minds.

Today, we answer the double mission.
Our Spiritual Family, the Galactic Star Council, calls us to release the energy of the old paradigm — that synthetic consciousness built from lifeless cement, void of life-force, where truth is buried beneath control. We are here to build the impossible dream, even if it begins with crawling on our knees, feeling the new fibres of direction beneath us.

We are on the right path.
Do not collapse into fear or doubt to ease old guilt or to make others more comfortable. You are not here to shrink for the world’s approval. You are here to awaken the Golden Age.

We, the chosen of the Golden Age, already hold the responsibility of vision within our hearts and nervous systems. We are already in the knowing. As we lead, we must release the painful emotions that arise through illumination — the old grief that says we must dim to belong. It is not selfish to stand in your gifts and shine your light. It is sacred service.

You can hold yourself in high esteem and still be gentle and loving toward others, while refusing to participate in the dense paradigm — the jungle of control, beliefs, and constructs that attack the purity of your calling.

Beloveds, your calling is calling you.
Your body is the vessel through which Heaven speaks. Your voice carries divine sound. Today we remember our kindness — that delicate balance between sensitivity and strength, softness and sovereignty.

Our double mission is to remain open to guidance while refusing to give up on who we truly are. The world fears individualism because it cannot control it — yet you were born to embody it.

We are mastering the teachings of the Illuminated Ones — the Ancient Ones who whisper through the soil of our being:
You are the continuation of the Mother’s dream.

Through our bodies, we harmonise with her heart. Through our calling, we embody her wisdom. As we feel the disharmony of our calling within, we discover the truth of when and why the blockages began. This deep ancestral lineage work is the key to unlocking the impossible.

Dearest Light Warrior, your heart holds the wisdom codes — the sacred blueprints that will guide your steps. We are purifying our bodies and our lands, generating heat where needed to burn away density and reclaim light.

What is possible for the Chosen Ones is to bee-lieve steadfastly in the vision.
May this be your confirmation — to move beyond fear, to act on your truth, even if crawling is how you begin. Every step is sacred. Every breath is blessed.

The Angels of the Stars walk beside you.

Crystal for Today: Green Epidote
To assist the Chosen One in walking the path of the impossible dream of the Golden Age, burning away the densities that obscure your light.

With All My Love,
Rosa & the Shekinah3 Stars

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