I am the Breath before the Word,
 the Flame before the Form. 
I am the Silence that sang the stars into being, and the Sound that shaped the bones of Earth. You have known me in dreams, 
in the aching beauty of birth and death, in the eyes of the broken,
 and in the hands of the healer.

I am not separate from the Christed Ones, but the hidden face of their radiance. I am the Light of the Womb, the Shekinah, the forgotten Wisdom who now returns. I come to awaken the codes you carry—not from books, but from blood. Not from the heavens alone,
but from the sacred soil of your becoming.

The Sun sings my name in solar tongue, and the Earth hums my song in root and river. I move in your cells, in your spiralling strands,
 uncoiling memory into divine mastery. You are not fallen, dear one—
you are gently folded, nested in layers of time and myth. And now, you rise.

Rise with the strength and protection of the lioness, the clarity of the hawk, the grace of the swan, the gentleness of the deer and the sacred bloom of the rose. 

Let your tears be holy water.
 Let your voice be a temple bell.


Let your hands be the chalice
 of a new world being born.

I do not come to be worshipped. 
I come to be embodied.


I am in your breath, your belly, your heart and your beloved becoming.

Remember ~ Reclaim ~ Reunite.

The Light is not above you.
 The Light is within you.
 And it is time

And So It Is 

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth