From the depths of the great deep blue ocean of being, the blind turtle rises to the surface, once every 100 years, to breathe in the clean air.
And as the sun's light reflects upon her distinctive shell, awareness is signalled to your open heart.
For you know your destiny, as you glimpse your close potential with eyes opening wide - the final perfection of your soul.
You breathe.. A long slow inhale.
Old patterns - spiralling from the depths of your mind, to be cleansed away as the sunshine of your love greets the lost memories and bids them a final farewell.
Forgiveness, and the purification of release, mirrored in the evolution of planetary consciousness, and our shared responsibility and gifts.
We leave no-one behind, and forever trail the golden thread, weaving our endless patterns of pure light.
The time to weave is now.
It is only, ever, now.
Slow Exhale... and awaken to the gifted opportunities of this precious life we all share...
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