by Julie Krull -
I am moving out from darkness into the light.
I feel a new kind of energy quickening. The dormant seeds of possibility are waking inside. The unconscious is moving into consciousness with new impulses, ideas, and opportunities. Its time to let go of my safe, resting retreat, the quiet milieu of nature’s darkness, to venture out into my luminous potential.
The impulse of creation is moving. A lively, spirited instinct encourages me to move, push, go forward, and expand outward. Yet, the familiar perennial signal feels different somehow.
It is different.
The darkness is fading. I push through the dense frozen ground of sleepiness, through to the light of this spring where the awakened world of enlightenment waits to greet me.
As I let go of my personal, protected resting place and re-enter community, it feels changed. There’s no separation.
The collective field is supportive, loving, and nurturing in a way that inspires greater connectivity. The essence of spring is consumed with the emergence of co-creative genius – aligned with Source, in harmony with nature, resonant and engaged with others. It delights my soul.
With the next push, there’s a familiar recognition. I remember. We are giving birth to Global Consciousness. This is it! We have welcomed the Essential Self into life and relationship, overcoming egoic obstacles with robust persistence.
The dawn of a Universal Humanity is here.
I can feel it. Now, as I listen to those seeds of possibility, I hear only the harmonic resonance of the collective good. I am only content, when the whole is whole again.
I let go of “me” and surrender into the joy of connection, remembering who I am in the wholeness of who we are. And, I push. There’s no more time or space for my dormant slumber.
The sun crosses the celestial equator as I embody this balance and welcome the light. The life force rises with overwhelming intensity. I celebrate, with gratitude, for the equinox ushers in a fresh, unified state of being, as hopeful as the first tulip bloom after a long frigid winter.
I emerge and stretch upward to meet nature’s genius. The warm light bathes my curiosity. She signals. It is time. I break into song and bloom with the new dawn.
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