I I heard from a rumor that I am ahead I am my shadow, sleeping still in bed My voice not distinct, barely a whisper instead Severed at the root, gutted, I’m in red Dying a flower, curling in the sunlight with dread.
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Heart Space Breathwork & Meditation For Healing & Enlightenment Sunday, June 14 ~ Heart Space Breathwork ~ at 1 PM CDT View event details Sunday Heart Space Zoom Room Join Zoom Meetinghttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/84721991754 Life seems to be…
Posted on 06/10/2026 by EraOfLightBeloved Ones,As we navigate the challenge of becoming spiritually activated beings reclaiming our galactic and genetic sovereignty, alignment through coherence and grace is crucial to remain within Divine Love and…