My life has been a mixed bag of rock bands, horse shows, and a lesbian blog with a spiritual edge, not for the faint of heart, but for those who crave truth in its rawest, authentic mode.
This is me, a divine feminine who gets the light and divine order as her motif for an iconic, beautiful life. My heart is open and available for those who often need help. It’s always been this way as an empath who feels love for the light that dims on a planet of heartbreak. Why is this so in a landscape of magical scenery? The kind that brings tears at the sight of wildflowers dancing on a mountain and rain making puddles on an early morning walk. My ethereal stance aligns with divinity, the origin consciousness that stole my heart with its free-spirited allure and elegance. This is a god to be honored but not worshiped, as a slave bows its head in the presence of a master. Love is the signature of an imaginative creator. A courier of majesty, but not a king who rules with a cruel hand. I am grateful for the journey of Earth thus far. A pathway of passions, persistence, and tsunamis that test your life force and resolve. This was a date with narcissism, a storybook of suffering and pain. A trek through a forest of darkness, where contrast intuits as the mirror of an empathic heart. Three decades of illusion, coercion, and incessant control. An epic tale of light and dark, set in a suburban setting, with echoes of wars fought for freedom and truth.
‘I faced an oppressor who saw my light as a favored energetic tie.’
An attachment so parasitical it squeezed the life from my suffocated soul. Days turned into weeks, and months into years as survival in a sadistic, narcissistic game. The heartbreak wasn’t minimal but a landslide of shattered dreams as love died in a prison of scaffolded tears. This is a testament to how life can change in a heartbeat. Not from a climatic event, but a shift when narcissism enters your youthful realm. It comes uninvited, masked, like a Houdini-style magician with words that are spells of charm laced with deceit. An experience hostile enough to trigger unhealed wounds, even though the soul understands there is value in a life-altering event. It reveals early dynamics and patterns on repeat as a chance to rebirth your authentic self. Showcasing a strong position in a world of followers who resist change. For me, this road is too well-rehearsed, leaving no space for spontaneity or Pollyanna moments of passionate pursuits. However, many will balk at this point, fearing they will look foolish and be chastised by friends who may see them as reckless. What if you fail? They will say. Have you thought about it? Have you weighed up the odds of success? This is the mantra of life as we know it and how we conform to mainstream thinking. It’s better to be cautious than leap before you think.
Our programming is hard-wired in our psyche as we live by repetitive codes.’
We are a peculiar breed that soaks up every thought, idea, or verse generated by those close to us or in positions we regard as strong. This is how we play ourselves down and fit willingly into someone else’s life, where ego serves as a prop for entitlement. Once upon a time in the archives of history, a human was born, a cosmic idea with various opinions on how it came to be an anomaly of galactic mentalism. Humanity is a masterclass of creation, evolving through eons of trials that define our legendary will to survive. We are not broken, only bruised from lifetimes of testing times. We have been pushed to the limit as titans of ingenuity and strength. So much has happened. Still, we prevail as siblings of a universal clan. A family affair of various eye, skin, and hair colors sorted into packs of likeness filtered through a lens of difference for those who see the contrast as offensive. Leaving a scar of bias deeply entrenched in the hearts of our human herd. A curse on unity, dishonored by those who don’t look, act, or share similar ideals with us. We are a human tribe of masking until we release the need to comply or be a replica of someone else. Now we are free to be authentic people of worth.
‘We are souls immersed in a showstopper journey of Earth’s 3-D realm designed to spark our growth with descent and ascent, the methodology of dark and light.’
I am a light bringer here to highlight the need for love in a world of rituals disguised as influence. For as long as we can remember, love has been second-guessed as a means of power and control. Stunting our growth and stance of self-responsibility. Humans feel alone in the abyss of abandonment, scarred from earlier unresolved trauma,—the side-effect of falling to earth on a quest for enlightenment. Souls are the stars of evolution and come as humans for the ride of a lifetime. I am a divine feminine aware that I am also a soul traveling through experiences of love, hate, and indifference. Together, we form a union of the higher self, while seeking the return of the light as a mainstream religion. The source has been hidden and rejected by those who invest in projections of mistruth. It is not easy to be human on a planet of immense choice. What if I choose wrong and spend a life worshipping Gods that man fashions? The truth is evident in the eyes of a seeker who sees humans weaponize words like spells of lethal intent.
‘Sidling up to our intimate self brings clarity as light replaces dark in the coming of the Atlantean Era Of Light’
A remembrance and return for those who served in the house of the divine long ago in a land of peace, prosperity, and spirit. An age of crystalline connection to our origins, a source of unity and benevolence. We are the remnants of Atlantis, a powerful age of love, until the death of this mysterious metropolis at the hands of those who chose to play god in its material, malevolent form. And as the rot set in, Planet Earth became a stage for players looking to dominate the landscape. Empires were formed with brutal intentions and conquering ethics that saw nations fall at their feet. This was the era of power and enslavement. A blight on our mission statement of peace, once held close to the hearts of Atlanteans who were aligned with their source origins of unconditional love. As Atlantis sank into a watery abyss, the light dimmed on Planet Earth, causing shock waves in our evolutionary auric field. The frequency of light shifted, allowing wars, slavery, chaos, famine, and a widening gap between the haves and have-nots. The Atlantean story is making a comeback. People are waking up to a world of illusion, where leaders cajole the masses with empty words of support programmed by centuries of inducing fear in the masses. The old guard is crumbling, as many of us see through the facade. We are not clones of historic enslavement, but free-spirited sparks of creation.
‘I discovered intimacy in honoring myself, which felt forthright and real’
While others choose to lie, I prefer honesty in telling how it is. This is not to harm but to be reliable and loyal to those I interact with. And why I am open about being gay and spiritual. My mutable nature is vulnerable and discerning, allowing close connections with others and myself. I am also unorthodox in relationships and systems that need overhauling on Planet Earth. My awakening to my ancientness occurred earlier in life through esoteric books, and later through a man lost in self-interest. A man who believed in control instead of the purity of love. Forging a legacy of conquest and cruelty for thirty-plus years. My rise from the flames of narcissism awakened gifts from a source of unity, purity, and love. Finding oneself is the key to environmental awareness, as humans see through the illusory haze. For eons, self-proclaimed gods have told us what is true or false, and we have believed every word they told us. Now the tide is turning as we look beyond orators for honesty, sincerity, and truth. In a divide-and-conquer theme world. A leftover from empires that fought for power over people. Birthing legacies of enslavement like medals of servitude and surrender.
‘Change is inevitable in a world reliant on monotone words and actions spoken to appease the crowd as if they are children in need of assurance in their passivity.’
Everything is okay, they will say when the rot has already set in, and illusion is the mindset of those calling the shots in glass houses that deflect their desire to control. Awakened humanity is the hallmark of self-governance and reclaiming one’s self-worth. We are sovereign, not slaves, and intelligent enough to see the spells of deception being planted in our minds to make us pliable and compliant. This is so we don’t ask too many questions or demand answers to why our world is unsafe. The truth is, we are an incredible race of people with enough diversity, talent, and passion to create an earth where differences are respected and unity is the preferred perspective. The Age of Atlantis returns to showcase an authentic way to live and prosper, as we are more than what others led us to believe we are.
‘The love of our own beautiful lives with a willingness to accept our differences as unique, instead of devaluing others for the way they look or choose to define their life. Love unites all humans when we admit we need to evolve. Seek expansion of mind, heart, and spirit with a passion for our purpose on earth. The intimacy of authenticity commands the soul to ignite Earth’s grand awakening. The window of love is opening as the star of Atlantis returns.
~ Imagine a world of authentic kindness. A memory of unity and purity steeped in an ancient language of truth. Long before the melody of malice haunted the integrity of man~
Author ~ Linda E Cole (The Divine Feminine)
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