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Feel Me Rise

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Down here I am in a funk
Down here oh the aches and pains and heartache
Down here the nights are restless
And the work of the soul never ends
Down here I try to figure it all out
Only there is just no figuring
I keep my eyes on the skies
I keep my heart in the heavens
I know there is love all around me
Above and so below
I look and listen
I pray and believe
I know that love surrounds me
I rise and fall
I laugh and I cry
I wish and hope and imagine
I am the hope
I am the dream
I am the Goddess resurrected
I am the sweet surrender
The blood
The sacrifice
The prize
I am the heaven
And I am the hell
I am Woman
Feel me Rise


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Phoenix

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Noelle Grace

I have been weepy for days.  Is it all the war, the thousands of refugees and the complete disregard for human life?  Is it the pain from the injury to my right arm and the connection to a past life that shows itself wherever I turn?  Is it the anniversary of my mother’s passing?  Is it the realization that there is no hope of reconciliation ever with someone I love so deeply?  Yes.  It is all these things and more.

I have not had a shred of inspiration to write for some time.  The pain in my arm has been the kind of pain I have never experienced before.  As I always do I look for the meaning in everything.  The right arm is my dominant arm and the side of the masculine.  This means I have been forced to use the left which is of course the feminine side.  That in itself is rather interesting.    I am being forced to rely more on the feminine side while suffering a deep and painful wound on the masculine side.

Just this morning I discovered that I cannot write by hand because it is too painful.  Everything I have ever written has been by hand because there is a natural organic flow that flows through the body and onto the page.  So I thought that perhaps this is another message that there is never only one way to do things.

I am by nature a happy and optimistic person.  I am also a person who feels and carries much in my physical body.  The emotional effects the physical.  The physical effects the emotional.  There are trials and initiations that bring us to our knees. There is love and beauty and magic that raises us again and again.

How many times must the Phoenix rise?


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Joan of Arc ~ Ascended: May 30, 1431, Rouen, France

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Joan of Arc
Born: 1412, Domrémy-la-Pucelle, France
Ascended: May 30, 1431, Rouen, France

The crucible of love is carried forth in your hearts. The pain and sorrow of past injustices are being transformed through each loving word and deed. As the past merges with the present, physical and emotional bodies respond. There is so much that you carry, so much you transform.

The conscious awareness of your soul’s purpose, the knowledge that you have come again to aid in this most transforming time magnifies the outcome of each mission. As past injustices merge with present injustices you respond with an awakening, an awakening of remembrance of all that has gone before and all that feels familiar in your lives and your world of today.

And as you perceive and awaken, and as a betrayal or injustice today brings back those of times past, you feel, you weep, you cry out, and you may fall. Then the power within rises, the feminine power of love, the feminine power of strength, the alchemical magic awakens and rises with a power and strength stronger than the past, more powerful than a memory or injustice of today.

And as the power rises within, and as you feel, acknowledge and respond, you choose the path of the spiritual warrior with a feminine strength present throughout the ages. For you are bearers of truth and soldiers of freedom. And through your awareness so vigilant and so true, through each conscious kindness, each voice raised in truth, you transform one by one, a hardened heart or bitter injustice. Yes the task is mighty and the road long, and you have walked this path again and again but I ask you now to feel in your heart, the power of love and the root of forgiveness. For only these shall usher in the New World, only these shall move you into the fullness of your true spiritual nature.

Walk the path with your head held high feeling and knowing your power and strength. Know that battles once fought for truth and for freedom carry you forth in this time and this place. Feel the protection of your spiritual armor, carry the sword of truth and enlightenment. Work your alchemical magic as you transform and transcend all worldly concerns. Bring forth the balance of masculine and feminine, the strength of the armor and the beauty of love.

Know, that which you endure and overcome shall strengthen you…. and that which you forgive shall free you.

Received by Gail Swanson
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