Theia Sends a Message in the Middle of the Night

We can go forward or get stuck in a strange Purgatory but we can't go back

The Current State of The Internal Union

You will shed the skin, or it will be torn from you.
Not from cruelty and not without consent,
But from assistance.
As an answer to the prayers you have been praying.
We support because - you called -
You have chosen.

No part of you wants to follow those rapidly running,
Into the deeper, darker, denser world,
Splitting off, stripped away from your own.
Falling into incomprehensible madness.
They are free to choose and -
They have chosen.
You have chosen.

Conscious of it or not.
Believe it or not,
It requires immediate congruency,
For successful transition.
Mouths saying one thing,
Actions another - no more.
You have chosen.

What you say, you say, and what you say, you will live.

Those wallowing in the oil slicks of evil,
Planning cruelty,
More pain to be inflicted on the least of these,
You are not that.
So shed or get stuck in the in-between.

Not addressing your incongruity.
Not walking your talk.
Not practicing what you preach.
Delays your transformation.
You cannot go back.
Cannot follow those on the path to hell.
You cannot go forward either.
You become stuck.
Dragonfly in amber.

Congruency is your ticket home.
No more can there be exceptions -
Well, just this once.
Just this time.
Once more into the wallow.
No.

You have chosen and your choice is supported.
You will hear your own voice speaking nonsense.
You will catch it and feel what is underneath.
You will feel.
Not talk about feelings.
Not journal your feelings.
Not share your feelings with others,
Looking outward for validation and more passengers to climb aboard your pity train.
No.

Now you will feel so that you may feel -
The glorious consequences of the choice made,
To live in the world of iridescent instantaneous creation,
To embody the world you, with your soul group, have chosen.

You must feel the searing fear.
You must feel the thick sorrow.
You must welcome what you most want to resist.
You must let go of language,
And howl the inarticulate.

You must cry, shake, shiver,
And roar your way to joy.

Call your power back.
Call on your cellular memories.
Call on us - whomever you perceive us to be.

Dream of fires built at the hearth of your hips.
Dance wildly in the flames of cleansing destruction.
Breathe in and breathe out as a flamethrower of truth.

Transmutation and Freedom.
Gold and Silver.
Rubies and Roots.

Shed skin and stand sensitive in the breezes of beauty.
Drop the masks on your face and blink at the brightness of the light.
Crack open your ribs and let your heart be the beacon.

Feel.
Feel.
Feel your way free -

To the riches and richness all around you.

~ Theia - Dragon of Wealth in All Forms.

XO,

LMW

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