Warriors, priestesses, angels and guides, Seers, healers, and heaven’s brides. The ones protecing the grail, or saving the earth, helping humanity through this new birth. To the ancient kings who still never rest, til the battle is won, their lands saved from distress. To the leaders who took up the missions from Gods, to deliver the children to Eden lost.
Stop; and take stock:
The burden you carry, the weight with which you tarry,
Could it be that the place to drop all this heavy responsibility,
Is here? Right Now?
Unclasp your cloak, let down those sacks, put down your rod you’ve made for your back. Break out of your shell, un-guise your light, it's time to give up your woe-some plight. No time now for martyrs, shamers and sinners, sacrificial lambs and sob story spinners ~ For we are the ones we’ve been waiting for, so let everything that burdens you be left at the door.
Hugest of honours, praise and adorning, for having come through the greatest of mourning, for all that seemed lost and fallen from grace, was the very in-forming of this immense human race.
And here the track ends where we first begun, the race is all finished, we made it, we won!
Back to the start, there’s nothing to prove. all that you did is stored away nicely in the Akashic Record's groove
For our default is innocence, our home is Heart's essence, within us the senses to drop all the pre tense.
Let us love like children, let us live like lovers, your soul knows my soul, we are warrior sisters and eternal brothers.
* Hello Beautiful Soul! *