I’ve often said, “Only in silence will man hear the echo of his heart’s longing.” Today’s message precedes two days’ worth of transcriptions, which includes a manifesto of sorts that Vesta asked me to transcribe yesterday. I’ve been asked to upload today’s transcription in its entirety beforehand. Those of you who have been following along witnessed the aftermath of Maitreya’s premonition on Saturday, which immediately preceded an unraveling that a few of the characters weren’t expecting. Although it seems odd to me to upload disjointed aspects of stories, sometimes things aren’t meant to follow a predictable, set order or path. Sometimes, random encounters can lead us into thinking we’re headed in one direction, and a “you-turn” suddenly appears out of nowhere. The soul will always lead us toward love; it’s our egos that will often thwart love, reminding us of our histories and past failures, cautioning us to play things safe until we’re certain.
“Children wear water wings when they’re learning to swim,” Maitreya said, showing the woman an image of a young boy swimming in a lake, who paused when he encountered a dragon gently floating in front of him. Neither the young boy nor the dragon appeared afraid; in fact, they both seemed to be startled at the presence of the other. In the next image, a young girl deftly swam between them, glancing toward the young boy and then the dragon, whose eyes seemed to glitter with possibility. She tread water silently before shrugging her shoulders, as if to say, “Oh, well. I guess they’ll move when they’re meant to,” before swimming on. Both the dragon and the young boy followed her with their eyes, and then looked at each other and also shrugged. “Fear is often made out to be larger than it is,” Maitreya added, and the woman nodded her head. “New beginnings are new beginnings, Dear One. Remember that the next time you attempt to come between someone and a fear that has yet to be conquered.” The woman felt herself being drawn back to the lake, and the image of the young boy and the dragon were replaced with a soft, ethereal mist. She then felt herself swimming toward a small island. “Rest here,” she heard. “Integrate what you’ve learned and allow others to do the same.”
“And now, on with today’s story!” exclaimed the fool, bringing the woman back to the present. Nodding her head again, she accepted that Maitreya’s vision was precisely what she needed to witness.
For those of you who are struggling to reconnect with a Christmassy feeling, I hope today’s conversation inspires you to find some inner magic to hold onto.
Namaste.
🌼
“That’s enough,” Maitreya said. “Things will never be the way you want them to be.”
“I know,” the woman said, preparing to start her morning ritual.
“That doesn’t mean things still can’t be good, mind you,” he added, causing the woman to ponder whether she was referring to the man she had recently met and his decision to take a step back. “You have more than one option.”
“Not as far as men are concerned, I don’t.”
“That can change, too.”
“Yeah, well, it took me long enough to get here; I’m not about to set myself up for another heartache.”
“I will if you will,” said the young girl, who revealed herself with the shadow girl in tow.
“Tell you what,” Maitreya said. “I’ll lay the groundwork for today, and you can decide which direction you want to move. Speaking of moving, I noticed you had yet another dream about the home you lived in when Melchizedek intervened. Were you pleased with how things had changed?”
“I still miss it.”
“You would never feel as comfortable now,” he answered.
“That could be taken a few ways,” she said.
“Perhaps you’re reading too much into things,” he observed. “You need a change of scenery today. Perhaps another jaunt out to the mountains would be helpful.”
“Let’s not and say we did,” the cynic said, looking at all the Christmas decorations that were still sitting around in boxes.
“You can decorate part of the house,” Maitreya suggested.
“I could, but I’m not feeling very Christmassy this year.”
“That could change, too. Tell you what, let’s both start over. Were you to reach out to him, you might find he’s receptive to a morning smile.”
“It doesn’t feel the same, Maitreya. I don’t want to force things. That doesn’t mean that I don’t miss him, though, because I do.”
“Can you hold gratitude for meeting, even though things didn’t go quite as you had hoped?”
“I’m working on it.”
“Vesta wouldn’t have appeared if he hadn’t chosen to end things the way that he did.”
“And so you agree with me that it was an ending.”
“It was a shift in behaviour, to be certain. The chapter has yet to be completely closed.”
“Dear One, revel in the opportunity to create a margin,” an angel said, opening a page in the young girl’s journal.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked, looking over at the woman.
“Words need space and time to integrate. Space is just as important as time, as far as the soul’s energy is concerned.”
“I thought time didn’t mean anything to the soul,” said the cynic.
“Everything takes time to unfold,” said the angel, folding a piece of paper this way and that, and then setting it atop the young girl’s hands so that she could open it up like a flower.
“I used to love playing that game when I was a young girl,” the woman recalled.
“There were a lot of things you used to love when you were a young girl,” said Maitreya. “Unfortunately, you seem to have stashed those away in the hidden compartment, too—along with your love of Christmas, it seems.”
“I miss celebrating Christmas with my family.”
“Traditions change; so do people. There’s no law saying you can’t create a new tradition this year. Gather up a few orphans together and have a dinner party. A few people might stay and help you to clean up.”
“Maitreya, I’d rather not, if you don’t mind. This year, I need to honour the silence within. It seems I have a lot of changes to make in the coming year, and I just want to make sure I’m ready.”
“I understand,” Lord Sananda said, helping the young girl to rearrange the patterns on the paper flower.
“When did you show up?”
“I’ve always been here. I observe you when you least expect me to, and I step in when I know I’m needed. There was once a man who couldn’t keep his hands off you. Of course, it turned out he was involved with someone else, but refrained from sharing that detail at the outset. Perhaps it’s time for you to broaden your horizons just a little. It couldn’t hurt.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” the shadow girl said.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you upload the stories that were channeled, and you can let the chips fall where they may.”
“I’m not into mind games,” the woman said.
“Nor was he,” Maitreya assured the woman. “Now, then. I’m going to challenge you to decorate when you return. Put a few items up in each room. Find something that was your mother’s and give it a place of honour.”
“And then what?” the woman asked.
“Ask for a miracle,” Lord Sananda remarked.
The room remained silent for a moment, and the young girl recalled the pleasure she received decorating the tree every year.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to decorate a small tree,” the woman admitted. “I did it last year, after all, and I didn’t have anyone to celebrate Christmas with last year, either.”
“I did say I’ve always been here,” Lord Sananda teased.
“Then I’ll do it for you,” the young girl said, holding up a single decoration.
“Buy a new one today.”
“A new tree or a new decoration?”
“Find something that makes you feel like Christmas is worth celebrating.”
“I know exactly where to go,” the woman said.
“Very good. Now, then. What about Vesta’s messages? I understand you transcribed a manifesto from her the other day. You have a few other messages to upload, too, I might add. I’ll come with you. You’ll feel me near, guiding you to the exact item. How’s that for a tempting miracle in the making? Miracles come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes, those shapes are fleeting images of items people enjoyed when they were children. Sometimes, they come in the form of an understanding friend who takes the time to listen and hold you when you’re having difficulty adjusting to a new shift that has taken place. Sometimes, it’s the simple moments with one single person that can show a person the difference between feeling unlovable and wanting, more than anything, to open up to love so completely that nothing—not fear of the past or fear of the future—can interfere with that desire. Those are small miracles worth celebrating. Find those simple moments and cherish them. Allow their energies to sustain you when darkness tempts you to return to a place of loneliness and heartache. Return to the bliss within. That’s where miracles begin.”
“Amen,” said the young girl.
~ Channeled December 12, 2018
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