Metatron – Let Us Bring Flowers To Your Heart – Linda Dillon

Overflowing – Art by Donna Smallenberg

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Let us bring the fragrance of spring and summer and new beginnings. Let us bring the beauty of the blossoms… It is remembering that deepest connection to the Mother’s garden.

This delightful gem is lovingly shared by Sarah from her personal reading with Linda Dillon.

Metatron ~ Let Us Bring Flowers To Your Heart

Greetings, I am Metatron. Welcome, beloved sweet angel of blue, aura of magenta, heart of emerald, ringed in gold. Do not deny and do not try and minimise the truth, the might, the splendour, the power of who you are as bright angel of light, communicator, keeper of the promise in form, on planet, during this time of such magnificent change.

Yes, you feel the whispers, the strands, the echoes of the old third dimension calling out to you, attempting to ensnare you, to keep you bound and gagged. You will not have it! And let me be very clear, beloved one, neither will we.

The time of Ascension… no, not completion because the Mother’s Creations are Infinite, but yes, completion of a chapter… you are segueing into the New, into the brilliant acceptance and surrender of who you are, in all your beauty and might. You have shied away from this term called ‘power’ because power has been so sullied, so abused, meant to indicate authority or control, both of which have been terribly abused.

Power is simply your indwelling spirit. It is simply the truth of who you are and the acceptance of that truth. It is not about ego. It is not about bragging. It is about the quiet, subtle acceptance of your being and the quiet, subtle advancing into the collective, both energetically and literally, so that you can impact those who are yearning and waiting, those who need to know that they are seen, that they are loved, that they are revered.

It is not necessarily, sweet one, about apology. Yes, there are cases where there is a reset of balance, and even sometimes of making amends, but it is having the ferocious courage to admit who you are… yes, where you have misstepped and where you wish to step, how you wish to engage not only with your sacred self, not only with us, but with every person/being you meet – and you know what a variety of characters there are upon this planet!

Do not dismiss yourself. When you fall into… no, reflection is important, but not blame, not guilt, because what it does is it drags you into the morass of the old. …

Sarah: … My heart wants so much to send flowers and a card as a representation of my truth and my feelings. Is this worthwhile because I am worried that, again, I’ve made such a mistake that I can’t rectify it?

M: We’re backing you up, sweet one, and it is rhetorical when I say, “Why do you feel that you have made such outrageous, atrocious mistakes?” Understand that what you are doing in this situation is first falling into blame/shame/guilt/fault; you are second-guessing yourself and you are also, within that assumption, believing, feeling… and might we say, not entirely correctly… that you are not divinely guided.

And even when that divine guidance comes from your sweet higher self, do not think it is not divine guidance. Those letters did not come from your egoic self; they came from a place of your heart. What you are doing… and this is the perfect opportunity to correct this, and yes, we will get to the letter and the flowers… but what you are doing – yes, and you have termed it correctly – is you have fallen into the trap of carrying the past and putting it in the future and so you are frozen, you are shackled.

And you are living in the world of what-if: “What if I don’t make it, what if I am never set free, what if I am not truly understood, what if my heart is not known… what if, what if, what if?” Dearest heart, give me that doubt! Give me that doubt and let us reframe, because I know and you do too [laughing], you are not going to stop the what-ifs! So, let us reframe it.

As soon as you begin to feel the what-ifs: “What if my letter/letters are received with a completely open heart of love and understanding? What if the agency finds me the perfect school and children, classroom, within which to bring my love, my insight, and my sacred self? What if flowers are delivered unto my heart and my sacred being by the fairies, the angels, and the Mother herself every single day?”

“What if, in the grander scheme of things, I am right, I am on track? What if I am loved so deeply that when I feel I might be falling off the cliff, that I am in fact lifted up into my wings, then the wings of Metatron, and lifted back to Heaven and placed exactly where I need to be?” What if?

Let us reframe it! As soon as you find yourself going down that rabbit hole, going down the looking glass, change it and let me prompt you because, beloved, you are so deeply loved and you are on-track and you are on your way.

Now, the echoes want to beckon you back because they see you going forward, and there are energies upon the planet that do not want this transition to be completed. It is already taking place, but they don’t want to see it completed! So these doubts nip at you. Put them where they belong in the garbage, in the trash, in the rubbish!

I bring you flowers to your heart. Before you write again, before you send flowers to anybody – including us, by the way! – let us and you open this doorway to your heart, beloved. We are knocking – right now! – and let us bring flowers to you. Let us bring the fragrance of spring and summer and new beginnings. Let us bring the beauty of the blossoms, although it compares very poorly with the blossom of your heart. It is time to stop denying the power of who you are.

When I have said unto thee, “You are the keeper of the promise,” the promise, beloved, is not merely your promise to the Mother, our promise to the Mother, for the fulfilment of her Dream. It is also the promise. It is you giving a bouquet, and it does not matter whether it is buttercups or pansies or roses. It is you giving the bouquet to the human race, to the children, and the adults who have always been children. And that is not an insult; it is a compliment for the adult who knows, as you do, how to keep the child, the mystery, the magic alive. That is the gift.

The children, the newborns – you are a welcomer of the newborns – the ability to be childlike means you are closer to Heaven than ever, that you have returned to before the fade, and that is what humans need right now. It is not just more learning, more information. It is remembering that deepest connection to the Mother’s garden. And the Mother’s garden is the heart and the spirit and the consciousness of all beings – and the blossoms, yes, are the thoughts and emotions, but it is also the physical bodies.

The Mother has planted her garden not only with flowers and trees and rocks and oceans and streams. She has planted it with humans, starseeds, earthkeepers, and hybrids of every sort and colour. Do not allow any energies to take you away from your child. Let us reframe the what-ifs. And when you have received fully the offering, not only our offering but your offering of flowers to your heart, then go ahead and send the flowers. Is this clear?

S: Yes, it is. It serves me and it’s such a beautiful way of putting everything. I totally understand that and I’m going to buy myself flowers today, and I’ve already started giving myself flowers into my heart. And will the flowers help to heal our friendship, our relationship?

M: Yes, because when you are sending the flowers, you are sending them with this energy, not the energy of “please forgive me” nor the energy of “I misstepped”. That is implied, yes, but what you are really doing is sending the energy of love, of opening, of genuine authentic friendship, so the answer is yes. …

Yes, because that is what friendship is. It is a two-way street. You know this very clearly. You have talked to us your entire life, but it is a two-way street as you have also allowed us to talk to you. And I do not simply mean in these channelling sessions, for which we are grateful, but I am talking about the heart-feelings, the words, the conversations that have taken place between you and I because it is a two-way street.

So yes, friendship, in the real meaning of the word, cannot exist without it being a two-way communication.


Permission given to share. Thank you Linda Dillon
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Embodiment: There Can Only Be One – Part 2/2 – Steve Beckow

Manipura – Solar Plexus art by Jane Marin

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Embodiment: There Can Only Be One – Part 2/2

(Concluded from yesterday.)

I decreed my oneness. I commanded that I be one from this moment onwards.

And I did become one. And no sooner had I done that, then another, higher part of myself returned to me like a Slinkey reassembling itself.

The one followed the other in rapid succession. These things never come with labels so I don’t know what higher version of me that was.

But it joined with me from my back, the same way I returned to my body in 1977.

I invited it to look through my eyes. When it did, we merged, just as I did in 1977 with my body.

I then constructed an imaginary titanium ball around the two of us, to keep us protected, all of this in meditation.

And I asked all my past lives and other aspects of myself to return. I invited each of them to look through my eyes and we merged.

I left off this process feeling stronger, more confident, more capable.

Michael is very definitely helping me get bigger.

I was very much surprised that, when my higher self (higher than me, anyways) merged with me, there wasn’t the equivalent of thunder and lightning as I expected.

Its presence was supremely subtle, gentle, soothing. Again, that was completely unanticipated.

This is not enlightenment. If I can borrow Adyashanti’s term, I call this embodiment.

My higher self and all my aspects have embodied in me the same way I did with my body in 1977.

I am one again.

The next day….

I return to my meditation where I left off.

It’s not lost on me that my birth plan would involve massive dissociation at age 7 and I’d spend the rest of my life trying to put Humpty together again.  Keep in mind the emphasis on achieving oneness.

And then consider the slingshot effect. A survivor of child sexual abuse leading the movement against child trafficking. Women survivors of sexual harassment and abuse confronting their abusers and cause an earthquake in places like Hollywood. Boys who were bullied as children becoming international judo masters.

The abuse is like a slingshot, pulling the stone further and further back with greater and greater force.

In my case, I was severely dissociated after my Dad yelled at me. The severity of it brings the slingshot effect into play.

Here I am with a life-puzzle of putting Humpty Dumpty together again.

The slingshot is pulled back with the target being achieving oneness.

Fracture into a million pieces and put yourself back together again. But when you have achieved that level of oneness (here comes the slingshot effect), why stop there? You’ve spent your whole life studying the process. Why not go for Oneness?

I’d love to but I’m in service. Achieving oneness suits my purposes. But achieving Oneness would be the end of the road for me vis-a-vis this Ascension. After that, hasta la vista, baby.

Nevertheless, I’ve reached a new level of oneness, of reassembly, of reintegration with myself and I actually do feel more confident, more capable, and stronger. And I can always explore Oneness from afar.

This is exactly the kind of work I need to do to get ready for ever-nearing events.


Manipura – Solar Plexus art by Jane Marin

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The Mystic – Lucia Sullivan

Artist ~ Ichiro Tsuruta

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The Mystic

“I am a mystic.
And maybe,
You missed it.
I seemed too light …
Shined too bright.
Felt the cold chill on a firelight night.

And read the embers …
Name by name.
And how they moved,
Thru the orange flame.
I am a mystic.
A jumper.
A flyer.
I can taste true love.
And I,
Can smell a liar.

But I don’t stop for the mundane quirks.
Are bigger things in a mystic’s work.
So I fly above.
And touch with my wings.
Barely there in the wind.
For bigger things.

I am a mystic.
New and so old.
And I will live on.
And many stories,
Will be told.”

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Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2020 all rights reserved
Click on above Link for Lucia’s website
New York


Gratitude to all artists. Any queries or information, please contact me, Shekinah