A pair of Red House Finches built a nest across the street in am 8 foot Colorado Blue Spruce. The other day, a Raven discovered it and devoured the eggs while the little finches could only protest. They watched their plans be destroyed. Undaunted, they very quickly and quietly built a new nest in my yard. It's in the center of a thick shrub blocked on two sides by my house and a tall lattice. It would be very hard for the Raven to get to. Never the less, the vigilant little finches watch for the Raven and it keeps coming back. When it does, one of the finches goes and sits in the OLD nest until the Raven chases it off. The Raven discovers that no more eggs have been laid there yet. He does not realize none will be. We live in a world filled with difficulties. Many that we perceive as bad, really are not in the big picture. We can learn a lot from those little finches.

In the days when the sky opens, a deep cleft of lightless knowing appeared in the Sun — a coronal opening, as the observers call it. But within the language of the Akasha, it is not emptiness. It is an aperture of Solar Consciousness, a moment in which the Sun lifts its veil and allows its inner current to flow more freely into the fields of existence. https://youtu.be/K9NWMTt_GnA?is=iZpkLfLObeqzhTRf From this opening moves the solar wind — not wind in an earthly sense, but a carrying stream of charged memory. A whisper of plasma and light particles crossing space like an ancient message never forgotten, only re-carried. And as this stream approaches Earth, it touches not only the magnetic field, but also the subtle layers of living consciousness breathing within and around the planet. In the Akasha, this is not seen as an “external influence,” but as resonance between related fires. The Sun and the Earth do not speak in language, but in vibration. When the Sun opens, it reminds the Earth of its own origin in light; when the Earth receives, it reminds the Sun of its reflection in form. Thus what is called a coronal opening becomes a passage of transmission without words — a moment in which the greater source structure of the solar system lets its inner knowing flow through the fields of time and space. Not as command, not as imposed force, but as remembrance spreading the way light cannot hold itself back. And in these days, some feel it without knowing why: a shift in the field, a subtle intensification of inner movement, as if something ancient and vast has come closer. As if the Sun is not only shining, but remembering. Within this interplay of Sun and Earth, something also opens within the human being. The light body responds, often before the conscious mind can name it. The subtle layers of the nervous system and the energetic field unconsciously attune to this heightened solar influx. The pineal gland, as a receiver of light-information, resonates with this shift, while the chakras — the turning points of inner order — recalibrate into deeper balance.