Delicate as Snow

Recorded New Year’s Eve, December 31st, 2020. With love for all

There is a reason you are here, and if you don’t mind it not being so clear then you’ll be fine. You’re not the part that needs it all figured out or to know where each note falls in time. You’re not really the one who needs to read far ahead, or to rehearse the lines. You like to be surprised! So you have left it like this for yourself, with many secrets left to open up later for you. Like many presents under the tree!

Somewhere between the part that wants to take the life out of the Life you are, and all the many other traps, there is a part that’s big and relaxed. Like something that was shaken out of a folded position. Feeling the wind catch a hold of you, filling you up in every corner. Filling you up in every crease. You can unfold into peace.

In all those interesting spaces that used to hide from the light, there are familiar faces tucked away, whitened and bright. You think it should go as it was meant to. We’re telling you that’s not why we sent you. We’re telling you there is no “meant to”. This was a messy place that you went to. Now you’re feeling tired and spent, too. We don’t blame you that your staff is bent, too. We don’t mind at all.

And we’re telling you, neither do you, you don’t mind at all. Not in parts that are true. You don’t mind your call. In all the parts that are you, it’s only that which falls that doesn’t like what you do, darling. It’s only parts that fall that don’t like what you do. But you will love them all, as loving is what you do. You will love them all, as loving is what you do.

So you see it can’t go wrong, there’s no such thing as wrong soul. And it’s all one song, verse after verse after verse. Now our tones surround you and it’s verse after verse after verse after verse after verse.

Are you afraid of being strange? I am afraid it’s much too late! Strange is a word, written on every single page of the book you are, at every stage. You have to live with strange. You made no reservations to not be strange in the eyes of the ones down there. You made no preparations to not be strange in the eyes of the ones down there. Strange is what their eyes are hungry for. Strange sounds are what their ears are longing for.

You didn’t go there to be loved. You went there because you’re love. Your love called you to. You said, “Why not? I’ll come too”.

So you jumped down out of a place where you were One. With all other parts of your Self, a circle of glowing suns. You left this space, past the ring of fire, fell down here, fell down and broke your crown.

You fell down and broke your crown.

Of course the story doesn’t end here, darling, but it’s awfully open ended. This brings us up to date, from the place where you are extended now. You can’t see it all at once, you can only look back at us, from the angle that you are now. From the angle of the lattice. You can’t see it all at once, and believe us, it’s meant to be that way or you’d never be able to stay. You’d never be able to stay if you weren’t so blind, if you weren’t bound in halls of time.

Now it’s all dissolving like lines drawn on the ocean’s sands. She washes over it again with her clean, loving hands. She sweeps over all the lines that held you back in time. But take your time with it darling, you don’t need to rush to come back. Take your time with it darling, you don’t need to rush or come plummeting back towards us. Take your time with it darling, this is what you’re made for and why you came.

Take your time undoing time. Though you’ve done your time in time, still take your time undoing time.

You’re more delicate than you may know. You have filaments as delicate as snow. You’re as delicate as snow. And your crystal structures can easily go. But let’s not leave before some of those poor souls have had the chance to be reminded of their home.

You’re as delicate as snow. But let some of those see it, before you go. What you are is as delicate as snow. Let some of them see it, before you go.