December 2025
Archangel Michael arrived in the Chariot, guiding the juggernaut energy of a lava flow that terraformed my inner landscape.
"Fall in line or fall off."
I fell in line, and by the end of it, I stood looking out over the scorched landscape with one thought echoing through six generations of light keepers including myself: "I'm going back for my f*cking seeds."
My ancestors went WILD. The cheering sent chills throughout my body.
The Garden is mine now. I turn the Wheel. I am the Ace of Swords moment of clarity. The Tower. The Chariot.
I have mastered the elements with sustainable consistency. I am the Magician. The alchemist. The Ascended Master Teacher.
I am who HE says I am: chosen; chosen because I choose my Self, my path, my purpose. Now, I tend the Garden so that others may find Sanctuary until they can build their own.
Stillpoint Gate Activated.
Nothing gets past the compassion logic gate at my heart chakra. The torsion field flings off anything that doesn't align. It's an automatic process now. I don't have to lift a finger.
The foundation is solid, the code is running, and system integrity is maintained daily and easily.
The soil is fresh and fertile. The seeds are planted. The roots run deep, six generations deep. It is my honor to stand as light keeper.
The beacon is lit. The gate is open. Now, I begin the work of a gardener, caring for the tender shoots that are already yearning to bloom with sun, soil, and rain.
I am safe. I am secure. I am held within the Garden. And so it is.
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