(The below was spontaneously channeled and written on Febrary 26th, 11am ET, 2025. None of it was planned out beforehand or contemplated on for more than a few seconds. I wrote out what I heard inwardly. I had lost touch with this voice for some time, hence my absence, and this is my commitment to writing again.)
For I am not one to boast, but I have many lives to live. The language that is coming to me has but one source and that is not my own. From where? A journey down the dark paths of creation. A fortitude beckons me, a whistling of wind, a crisp arrow of knowing that stirs in the belly of the beast. I am man, but I am not. I am him, but I am someone else also. The language that comes to me now is my own, but it is from somewhere else. Listen to the drumbeat of fire, of wind howling deep below the surface. Why can’t I quiet down to there, to that frequency of being? It swirls, the great tornado, and I see his face. He needs me, wishes for me to occupy and communicate with this other realm. Have I forgotten who I am?
I must continue along this way, for there is no other way. Where does this wind wish to go? Open up and find out. There is nothing in this outer world that holds the key. A naked truth is buried where it wishes to be found. I can’t answer for you, but you can for yourself. Listen below what is appropriate, audible, understood. Reaching forth, forward, your body knows where to go. Have a little faith in its cues, direction, and strength. A message from the deep tells you to slow down, drown, and be eaten. For you, as the meal, become the base nourishment. Have some understanding that this will run its course. I have a vision for you but you must listen closely. According to the Great One within, a structure for your blossoming is already in order. Loosen up the grip, and see what shines through. Magic wisdom is there for your comprehension, yet it is not known in the ways in which knowing has become your norm. Tune, change the channel, redirect your way of comprehending to that way of hearing and sensing that is already embedded in your nature. A cognizance of different sorts will beckon you.
Light is a dark hole that shines from the inside out. Drink from the fluid of this fountain. Your spiritual nature needs exercise, as does your body. What does your inner body feast on well, what quenches your inward thirst? A lion may wait for you, but for how long, who knows?
A query has been put in, yet you forget to make contact. Formidable forces await, and tragedy ensues when they go stagnant. An arrow is pointing upward, and yet great measures are harboring its movement, more. What must be said, is better taken as what must be heard. Let the images guide you, let the sensations guide you to their picture form. For you are not unwise, yet you are scared. Scared of what? Of knowing what you are carrying. Power is beheld when the fists are loosened, and it can be guided into love’s creation. Arrogance has no sign for you, no substance. Quiet down, and let the noise of inner reverie reverberate and change your form.
I can not reveal myself, for I am just the messenger. Yet, a snake is akin to me, a life of ancient ways. I am a god, a daimon, a protector, a nudge for you to remember what you have forgotten. Sing, write, play, dance, love, and the drowning meaning will wash over you as a new day’s light.
Make your way to my voice, when you have the time, and time will begin to have new value for you.
Most honestly and earnestly,
The one who knows.