Your purpose is not what you do; it is what awakens, calms, illuminates, or rearranges the inner world of another when you dare to live as your Radiant Self.
Purpose is a frequency, a living signature, a quiet transmission of your Light filled Attributes. It is the echo of your essence moving through the field, brushing against someone else’s story and reminding them of their own forgotten brilliance.
In the language of the Living Attributes Codex, purpose is not an action but an activation.
It is the way your presence may stir the Faith of the Awakening Portal… a Loving Coherence of the Integration Portal…
or the rare luminosity of the Emergence Portal where Divinity meets everyday life.
This is the Sacred Spiral in motion, your inner light travelling outward, touching someone else’s spiral, and sparking their next orbit of becoming.
Think of this: How many times has a single conversation, a single sentence, a single moment with someone shifted the direction of your inner world? Those small, profound pivots happen because their attributes and archetypes spoke directly to your own.
Not the words. Not the task, but the transmission. Your purpose lives in that same quiet alchemy.
It might be in your storytelling, or your leadership, or your compassion, or the way you hold space through your coherent presence.
But the form is merely the vessel, the real purpose is the resonance it awakens in others, a subtle remembering of their own seed of the soul.
And here is the grace: Purpose can never truly be misplaced. Even when the outer identity shifts, the inner circuitry remains. Your living attributes, those twelve luminous strands, continue to weave themselves through every conversation, every offering, every simple gesture of kindness or clarity.
So ask yourself with gentle honesty:
What happens to people when I do what I do? Do they exhale? Do they lift? Do they feel seen, recognised, restored? Do they step closer to their own inner authority, their own source of light?
When you find that answer, you see the golden thread of your purpose, not a destination, but a living field. A forward-moving spiral. A subtle blessing. A light that travels beyond words, beyond time, into the hearts of those you touch.
This is the true work, the way of the Seed of the Soul, the Sacred Spiral and your Divine Destiny, that luminous path your soul has already chosen.
When a man and a woman come together for the sacred purpose of creation, there must be a presence greater than themselves—the fifth element: LOVE. It is through this divine force that the miracle of life is activated. When their union is infused with LOVE, the soul of the newly born vessel intrinsically knows its name and its root.
The child’s innate qualities are organically awakened and will continue to unfold throughout their entire life. At the moment of conception, it is the Christing Light that begins the child’s journey, and it is this same Light that will guide and sustain them through every stage of their existence.
This profound act—the union of two families—creates an abundance of life force, and from this merging, a new family is born. The blood of generations past flows forward to bring life to the newborn child, forming a bridge between the old and the new. This life force, imbued with the golden light of Shekinah, becomes the thread that connects us all in the sacred lineage of creation.
Through this divine act, not only is a new child born, but so too are a new mother, a new father, aunts, uncles, grandmothers, and grandfathers. We are transformed by this process, becoming something greater than ourselves—creators of a new family.
I believe the cornerstones of a thriving family are Respect, Love, Joy, and Ritual.
RESPECT forms the foundation for all healthy relationships.
LOVE is the sweet elixir that sustains and nourishes the family.
JOY elevates the spirit, bringing harmony and connection.
RITUAL is how we acknowledge and honour the divine presence in all aspects of life.
Rituals and ceremonies hold a unique power to bring families together, offering a sacred pause from the routines of daily life. These acts of celebration honour the divine union at the heart of family and creation itself. Without the holy, ceremonies can feel hollow, leaving participants with a sense of incompleteness. Our authentic human nature is rooted in our connection to the myths and truths of creation. To celebrate anything without first honouring the gift of creation is to miss the essence of what gives life meaning.
As this remarkable year draws to a close, I invite you to reflect on these thoughts. Together, let us remember: we are all the Creator’s divine creation, bound by a shared lineage of Respect, Love, Joy and Ritual. Together, we are the Creator’s beloved family.
Heart to Heart, and Blessings to you this Christmas Elizabeth
Remembering My Origin Story and the Living Attributes Codex
Revelation comes in whispers long before it steps into the light. What first appears as a quiet message from the unseen gradually reveals itself as the guiding force it has always been.
For years, I felt the presence of this message, long before I understood its meaning. It arrived as a subtle echo, a reminder I could sense but not yet articulate. Only through deep inner work—through retreats, rituals, and the willingness to face my own origins—did its significance begin to crystallise.
Lately, so many pieces have fallen into place. What I once experienced as fragmented insights now feel like a cohesive story of remembering. The Origin Story retreat, the Living Grace work, and even the spontaneous awakenings I wasn’t expecting have all guided me back to a truth I had carried all along: everything I was searching for has always been within me.
The Impulse to Exist: My Mission is Rooted in my OriginStory
Throughout my life, I’ve felt a persistent impulse—an urgency that wasn’t about achievement, but about being here with purpose. It often felt ancient, as though it belonged to a mission that began long before this lifetime. At times, I sensed I had something to complete, something essential to fulfil as part of my very existence.
As I’ve reconnected with deeper layers of my origin story, I’ve come to understand that this impulse wasn’t random. It was encoded. It was woven into my soul from the beginning, shaping my path and repeating itself until I was ready to remember.
The Living Attributes Codex: My Inner Map of Sovereignty
One of the most profound recognitions has been understanding that I carry a codex within me, a living blueprint of my essential attributes. It has been guiding my decisions, my sensitivities, and my orientation to life for as long as I can remember.
This codex is not something I was meant to study outside myself. It is something I was meant to remember.
Within it live the elements that have consistently appeared in my journey:
The Seed
The Spiral
The Soul
The Self-referencing field
The Sun
The Stillness
The Sovereignty
These aren’t mere symbols to me. They are living intelligences; parts of my inner architecture that have always been communicating, waiting for me to notice their coherence and significance.
The Seed of My Soul: My Original Encoding
Just as a seed contains the entire potential of a tree, the seed of my soul holds my entire blueprint.
Within this seed lives:
My Core Essence
My Innate Wisdom
My Direction of Evolution
My Original Frequency
The Memory of My Mission and Purpose
Recognising the seed of my soul has given me a sense of sovereignty I didn’t know I was missing. It reminded me that I cannot grow into who I truly am without returning to my origin story and honouring the truth I hold within it.
The Sacred Spiral: How My Consciousness Moves
My awakening hasn’t happened in straight lines, it has been happening in spirals.
I’ve felt myself revisiting certain themes, lessons, and memories over and over, each time from a new vantage point. This spiral pattern mirrors the very geometry of life itself:
The galaxies above
The DNA within
The unfolding of nature
And the turning of my own awareness
Every time I’ve revisited an experience, a memory, or a question, it has carried me deeper into understanding. This is the Sacred Spiral at work; constantly in motion, constantly returning, and constantly expanding.
My Resonant Field: A Spiral Within Spirals
I’ve come to feel my own resonant field, an energetic atmosphere that holds my history, my patterns, and my potential. It shifts with my awareness. It expands when I remember who I am. And at its centre, I can sense my seed of divinity; my true origins glowing quietly.
Just as the Milky Way revolves around its Great Central Sun, I revolve around the centre of my own being, the luminous seed that holds everything I am meant to become.
This seed is the still point within my spiral and is the essence from which my entire life unfolds.
How the Living Attributes Codex Works in Me
The Living Attributes Codex reveals itself in lived experience. It has shown me how my inner architecture actually functions:
1. It brings me back to my original seed.
I begin remembering who I truly am, beyond conditioning or expectation.
2. It reactivates my Living Attributes.
The 84 attributes awaken for me to notice them, each one interconnected with the others.
3. It restores my ability to self-reference.
Instead of looking outward for direction, I turn inward to my own centre.
4. It recalibrates my resonant field.
Clarity increases. Intuition sharpens. My energy becomes coherent again.
5. It guides my unfolding.
Like a seed responding to the right conditions, I grow naturally into what I already am.
Remembering My Sovereign Nature
This journey has brought me back to my sovereignty, not as a stance of control, but as a state of inner resonance. Sovereignty for me is the alignment of truth, presence, and purpose that arises naturally from remembering my origin story.
I don’t have to teach sovereignty. I embody it.
I don’t have to explain the Codex. I live it.
I don’t have to seek my purpose. I remember it.
Because the seed of my soul has always known how to grow. It simply waited for the moment I was ready to recognise what was living inside me.
As I move through the changing landscapes of my life, I keep returning to a quiet, steady truth: every relationship I hold—family, friendship, partnership, creative collaboration, or community—shapes the texture of my inner world. Each bond carries its own gravity, its own influence, its own invitation to grow.
Over the years, I’ve learned that the wisdom in don’t invest in someone who doesn’t invest in you is not sharp or defensive. It is tender. It is clarifying. It is the kind of truth that arrives when I finally listen to what my own energy has been trying to tell me.
I’ve known relationships where I was the one who kept the flame alive—where the conversations moved because I pushed them forward, where the care flowed mostly in one direction, where my presence was offered but not truly met. These moments didn’t make me naïve; they revealed how deeply I wanted connection to flourish.
But I’ve also learned that reciprocity is the heartbeat of healthy relationships. Every connection breathes through mutual presence, shared responsibility, and a willingness to meet each other with honesty. When that balance fades, I feel it. Something in me strains to compensate, and I start shrinking to maintain what no longer has the structure to stand.
Choosing not to invest in places that do not nourish me is not an act of rejection. It is an act of restoration. It is me returning to the centre of my own field, gathering back the energy I scattered in hope, and honouring the truth that my care is a precious resource—not something to be spent in silence.
And when I honour that truth, my world shifts. Space opens. My breath deepens. I find myself drawn into relationships—of every kind—that meet me with readiness and respect. People appear who show up without prompting, who hold their part of the bridge, who recognise that connection is something we build together.
This clarity doesn’t close my heart; it refines it. It guides me to place my energy where it can echo and expand. It reminds me that I am at my best when I’m in relationships that understand the value of mutual investment.
Because when the exchange becomes balanced and alive, every connection—family, friendship, love, or creative partnership—becomes a vessel for evolution.
I have been revisiting an early chapter of my life lately — one I thought had already dissolved into understanding. When I was four years old, I had to leave my father. The circumstances were painful, shaped by elements of abuse toward my mother and me. I won’t go into the details, but what matters is the shift that happened inside me from that moment on. Something rose in me, a self-protective vigilance, and I stepped into a version of adulthood no child should ever have to carry.
My father never supported me in my life after that, not financially and not emotionally. And almost without knowing it, I took up the role of provider and protector. I became the one who must make ends meet, who must stay alert, who must keep the emotional sky from falling. Even now, I can feel the echo of that child who believed she had to be the one to hold her own world together.
It’s astonishing how these early imprints continue to ripple through our lives, even decades later. I am nearly 67, and I’ve forged an extraordinary story of dignity, strength and hope. And have accomplished many wonderful things in my life, including creating an amazing transformational tool, guiding others through profound transitions, and writing three books on healing yourself, owning your story, and embracing your spiritual evolution. I have lived as both student and teacher of transformation. And yet, here I am, arriving at a place I never knew was still waiting in the landscape of my own story. It has been nudging me gently, yet it has taken me by surprise.
Even with all my tools, wisdom, and lived experience, something tender has been rising, the old feeling of needing to be an adult too soon, resurfacing like a forgotten song.
You see, forgiving my father came long ago, as did compassion. But some stories lodge themselves in the body, not the mind, and they wait for the right moment to be rewritten. I am beginning to understand that this moment of healing is connected to my art, with me finally and fully claiming myself as an Artist.
Because drawing and painting were the one thing my little self truly loved. It was my sanctuary. My joy. My untouched realm of innocence and wonder. As I open myself to this identity wholeheartedly, it feels as though I am stepping back into the place where I once felt totally free and at ease in the world.
This form of creative expression is awakening a part of me that never had the true luxury of childhood. With every creation I embrace, I can feel her coming closer. In every choice of colour, I sense her presence again. It is as though she trusts me now and trusts that I can hold what she could not.
This season of my life feels like a gentle rite of passage.
Not into adulthood because like U said I did that a long time ago. But into an inner holiday, a newfound gentleness, and an inner homecoming, all coming together as one sweet sigh of deep gratitude.
I am learning to speak to that four-year-old with the voice of the elder she never had. I am letting her know that the danger is long gone.
I am letting her know she doesn’t have to make ends meet, emotionally or spiritually, ever again. I am letting her know she is allowed to play, to create, to be messy, to explore and to have, at last, the childhood she lost.
Perhaps this is the true gift of growing older: a ripening into softness, a return to what was once abandoned, a liberation from the roles we had no choice but to inhabit.
I am ready to let the little girl play. And I am prepared to hold her with tenderness. I am ready to paint her back into wholeness.
And in doing so, I am allowing a new story to take shape, the one where survival no longer leads the way, and the Artist within me finally steps into the light she always carried.
Today, I am sharing a few insights with you; they may appear eclectic, but bear with me, they are indeed connected.
Listening to the Heart’s Invitations
Recently, a steady stream of inner guidance has been asking me to drop more deeply into my heart. These messages feel like preparation for the Heart-Centred Meditation series I’m developing, yet they also carry something more personal, an initiation into a different way of understanding the heart itself.
One insight arrived with particular clarity: the heart is not a single centre, but a network that extends into the palms of the hands and the soles of the feet.
In this way, the body holds five heart centres, the primary heart in the chest, and four extensions that radiate its field. This explains what I’ve experienced for so long: waves of warmth in my palms, tingling in my feet, and currents of energy that rise whenever I enter heart-centred practice. These sensations are not peripheral. They are the heart speaking through its wider circuitry.
Animal Wisdom Across Lifetimes
As this understanding has unfolded, another awareness has deepened, my long relationship with animals and the wisdom they carry. In the Living Attributes Framework, animal wisdom is aligned with one’s instincts. Since the time Bruce the kangaroo visited us, I’ve felt an awakening of this instinctual realm. And recall the many dreams over the years, of animal spirits in my garden who are frequent, vivid, and purposeful.
I know now that these beings are not merely symbols. They are soul companions. Some may be from the past, or some perhaps from the future, arriving to align with me in this moment.
I feel the presence of one companion, especially Ruan, a lion/lioness whose spirit has travelled with me across lifetimes. Ruan is both guardian and kin, an embodiment of courage, sovereignty, and fierce devotion. In other lives, Ruan’s presence protected me like a shield, offering a safety that still echoes through my instincts today. Although not physically present in this lifetime, Ruan’s majestic and loving presence continues to guide me, reminding me how blessed I am to walk among so many expressions of animal wisdom even now.
Shadow Dwellers and the Lore of Balance
With this renewed sensitivity has come a clearer understanding of shadow dwellers—habitual or shadow spirits that accompany the angelic rays. Someone asked at Temple recently, “What is their purpose?” My answer rose instantly: to make us stronger.
The model of light and shadow attributes, along with the process of correction and transformation, was given for exactly this reason. I see it like this, if there is One Divine Unified Presence that creates all things, then shadow is not an accident. It is part of the balance that the cosmos is built upon. Growth requires variance, and consciousness deepens through encountering what challenges us.
A Lesson from the Land of the Dead
This truth echoed again while rewatching the series His Dark Materials. There is a scene in an episode exploring the Land of the Dead where a frightening creature saves Lyra fromfalling into a deep dust chasm. After flying into the chasm and rescuing her, Lyra gives the harpy called No-name a new name: Gracious Wings. And the harpies now discover the power of story. True stories are nourishing. They feed the harpies in a way that lies and wickedness could not. They agree to allow the dead safe passage out of the Land of the Dead, in exchange for their true stories. “Liars cannot pass!” the newly named Gracious Wings declares. The newly named harpy wants Lyra to get out so that she can tell the story of its new name.
Now here’s the part they left out in the show, the story of No-Name in the books tells Lyra and Will of their kind’s damnation:
“Thousands of years ago, when the first ghosts came down here, the Authority gave us the power to see the worst in everyone, and we have fed on the worst ever since, till our blood is rank with it and our very hearts are sickened. But still, it was all we had to feed on. It was all we had. And now we learn that you are planning to open a way to the upper world and lead all the ghosts out into the air …
What will we do now? I shall tell you what we will do: from now on, we shall hold nothing back. We shall hurt and defile and tear and rend every ghost that comes through, and we shall send them mad with fear and remorse and self-hatred. This is a wasteland now; we shall make it a hell!”
But it was Will, Lyra’s devoted companion and friend, who spoke up –“Harpies,” he said, “we can offer you something better than that. Answer my questions truly, and hear what I say, and then judge. When Lyra spoke to you outside the wall, you flew at her. Why did you do that?”
“Lies!” the harpies all cried. “Lies and fantasies!”
Will, replied, “Yet when she spoke just now, you all listened, every one of you, and you kept silent and still. Again, why was that?”
“Because it was true,” said No-Name. “Because she spoke the truth. Because it was nourishing. Because it was feeding us. Because we couldn’t help it. Because it was true. Because we had no idea that there was anything but wickedness. Because it brought us news of the World, the Sun, the Wind,and the Rain. Because it was true.”
I now understand this passage and why it has stayed with me so deeply. Even the shadow longs to be acknowledged, not because it seeks praise, but because everything that exists wishes to belong in the story of all life. To give life is to include all of it, the light, the shadow, the parts we fear, and the parts that have saved us.
The Little Gold Locket
This understanding also returned to me in the form of a small gold heart locket, one my father gave me for my seventh birthday. My parents had now divorced, my father had struggled to be a good father because of alcohol and substance addiction, and was deeply entangled in his own emotional pain. Years later, burdened by old wounds, I decided to throw the locket into the garden, wanting to bury the memories that felt too heavy to carry.
But the locket found its way back.
While clearing the garden, my partner unearthed the locket unexpectedly and handed it to me. It felt almost conscious, as if it had waited for the moment it knew I would be ready to receive it again.
Now, approaching my 67th year, I finally understand its symbolism. It was never a token of what my father failed to be. It was an offering of what he longed to give. It was a gesture of hope from a man who wished he could have been better, but who still wanted to offer something beautiful to his little daughter.
The locket, like Gracious Wings, whispered: “Include me in your story. Don’t leave me in the shadows.”
The Story That Makes Us Whole
Today I reclaim the locket as part of my story, not the wounded part, but the part that brought strength, beauty, tenderness, and a deeper sense of divinity into my life. I honour the man who gave it to me, not for perfection, but for the small gesture of his love and his humanness with all its flaws.
This is the lore of life on Earth: Every presence must be acknowledged for the story to be whole.
The heart knows this. The animals know it. The shadows know it. And the locket knew it too.
Elizabeth Ellames 