Courtney Walsh

Dear Human

Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love.
Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.

Prism Planet

Turning our back on the world or going "off the grid" doesn't free us from it.
It only tightens fear shackles further.
When we can embrace and step up to our role as Humangelic, then we have truth, freedom, love and peace at our constant disposal.
Full access.
In the places it matters most.
The mind and the heart. Our soulsong beckons.
Plant your flag of light there. It's not your job to lift veils. To uncover mysteries. To peel back curtains.
That's already happening. Within. You want to be a true explorer? Treasure hunter? That's your final frontier, baby.
Reclaim that territory. Integrate your multidimensional self.
Get out of the cage of thinking that you and the world can't be freedom friends.
You can. You most certainly can.
Diogenes searched the world for honesty. Jesus gave the world his blood. Others have marched and burned.
It's enough with the searching, burning, marching and the bleeding. Enough of the angst and needing.
Enough of the fingerpointing and swordwielding and heartshielding.
Enough.
There's no such thing as a prison planet or the end of the world. There are only cycles. Of light and dark. Of before and now. Of fear and love.
Those conspiracies are just bars on your self-imposed fear cage, campfire stories to scare you with.
Here's the REAL revelation.
You ready? This is a planet of LOVE. Of refracted LIGHT. And shadow.
That together? Create prisms of colors dancing.
We came here to put the puzzle pieces of love together. To walk hand in heart. To combine our shine.
Knowing that?
Is our key to the ultimate freedom.
Presence is all. Gratitude. Clarity. Love.
That's the only power that's real. The only force that matters.
All else is distortion. Distraction. Illusion.
We know this. We always knew it.
Now? It's time for us to live it.
It's time to remember.

 

The Now Age

We are in the Now Age. It blends ancient wisdom and modern technology seamlessly. It honors nature as well as innovation.
The Law of One now gets another chance to become free of fear-greed-need-control distortions and pain-anger-sorrow manipulative illusions. 
This is our call to action. 
To triggermirror these old dynamics so they can be identified, released and replaced with cooperation, collaboration and cocreation models.
Duality is tired. Sick. Broken. Dying. Unity is freshfaced, energized and ready to take up the torch & baton.
For unity to truly anchor and succeed, we must let go of all notions of either spiritually or earthly warring factions. 

All "us and them" blameshame fingerpointing has gotta get the heave ho. It starts by noticing where it plays out on both micro and macro levels.
Those warring beliefs are security blankets of the illusion. We don't need them anymore.
It isn't about light vs. dark or good vs. evil or patriarchy vs. goddess or Eastern thought vs. Western thought.

Those are ALL outdated notions.

Those are astral levels of the game.

Designed to confuse and enslave.

We must consciously merge our multidimensionality and step up into sovereign service now.
We are Humangelic.
We are celestial, cosmic, earthly and galactic. A soul smoothie of all kinds of energy signatures. Blended and harmonizing.
Free will still applies. 
Divine will trumps all.
We must think beyond village, tribal, pack or hive mentality. 
There is still so much separation in that. So much dysfunction and too many power struggles.

Family of light: We are evolving into individuated/integrated/united beings and lovesparks in the overall whole. 
Each are honored in the ONE. (ONE = Only Now Exists). 
Oneness does not mean drones or clones. 
You still maintain your 'you' in the 'we'. 
But your 'you' becomes we-centered. 

Not the small, frightened 'you' anymore. The higher self 'you' that is encoded for lovebased service to the whole. 

The WE. 

The US. Without losing your core sparkgifts. Funny twist in the game.
The only real battle to be focused upon: The main enemy is within. It is fear. But it cannot be conquered or battled. That only feeds and fuels it, It can only be absorbed and transmuted. Fear competes and divides. Fear flings marbles at light. Pokes holes. Nitpicks. Fear snarls and snarks. Love unites. Embraces. Joins. Notice these behaviors and shift them with compassion.
Alchemy: Like our bodies take in oxygen and output carbon dioxide. We humans take in fear and put out love. Soon this process will only be love to love. The call to sacred alchemy gets louder in our evolving DNA. Breathe in love from the divine and it stays love. That's the love to love equation recipe. That's the angelic part. The celestials do this naturally. For us, it is effort.

You might wonder....Ummmm....what does any of this weird stuff mean for me?: Don't worry about grasping this all mentally now. More will be crownloaded for delivery as time moves in its forward fashion in the linear. For now, just keep with the Golden Rule. Do unto others. It's simple, it's elegant and it's powerful.
For now, know that all is well, all are being guided for the highest and best individual souljourney as well as the greater good. The puzzle pieces assemble on the karmic board beautifully. 

I admit...I'm not sorry to see the institutions crumble. After all, that's why many of us came here. To break down the broken systems. But I don't need to do the nananabooboo victory dance on the graves of dying institutions, paradigms or old school ways of thinking & being either. That... to me? Just feels like bad sportsmanship. We ALL came to play the game. Some cheated and lied. Some played fair. Let the big ref in the sky make the final karma calls. It ain't about winning or losing anymore. It's about "let's all go for pizza after the game" and remember that when all's said and done? There really are no teams. No sides. No divisions. No champs. No chumps. And it truly is? About how we play, how we love and how we keep showing, knowing and growing up. Good game. Shake hands. Chins up. Let's show some class

The benevolent force of love lights the way and the rest? The shadowy stuff? Informs us all how to work even more deeply with our own intuitive systems towards healthy integration. Thank. Bless. Release. Be peace. ((((yup))))

 

The Temple of Woman

The woman was wild and free. She lived in her body. Occupied it fully. She loved her body. Her body loved her. 
She loved her mind and how it could mix just the right herbs to help the villagers. She was a healer. She was in love with love and in love with life.
She had respect for herself. From the children. And the men. And the elders.
She was utterly herself.
Barefoot, bareheaded, fullhearted, with a broad, generous laugh and broad generous hips.
Then the priest came to town. He told her to cover herself in shame. He turned her friends against her. She was burned. That beautiful body, burned to ash.
That beautiful mind and heart lived on.
He couldn't take those. Nobody could.
She would not surrender her soul.
She tried again. A new life. A girl child. In China. She didn't last long this time. They threw her down a cold, dark well. Her spirit rose again. She was discouraged but also determined.
She chose to come back.
Again and again.
Each lifetime it only got worse.
They told her to cover her hair and face.
They beat her for disobedience.
Locked her in insane asylums.
They did lots of other things, too.
She learned about cruelty.
She learned about forgiveness.
Through it all, she kept a flame lit within herself, looked to herself and her memories to keep her whole.
She got cunning and clever as well as wise.
They denied her entrance to mosques and temples and the churches told her she was chattel.
She kept coming back.
She kept getting stronger, wiser, more determined.
More empowered. More loving.
They could not tell her who she was.
Because she remembered.
They could not keep her down for long.
Each time, she rose from the dead.
She rose higher and learned to shine brighter.
See...she knew it was the SHINE that was both her damnation AND salvation.
It was not the temptation of her skin. It was what glowed through it.
She knew that if she kept doing it, this shining...some would wish her harm. They'd feel blinded and threatened. Inadequate. Endangered. Exposed.
She did it anyway.
She did it with all the pride and rage and tenderness and wildness and freedom she could.
Because she knew, someday, her villagers would return. Her feet and hair and spirit would be unbound.
And her voice would be heard.
She knew they would call her names. Hurl stones of fear and ignorance.
She loved them anyway.
Because that's who she was.
And they couldn't understand. And they got frightened and angry and excited at this beacon. At this wild one.
The temple of woman is this:
It's coming back. And doing it again. As often as it takes.
It's: Choosing to praise and bless life and others more than letting their smallness victimize you in any way. It's not fighting them with more rage. It's about the shine. Always about the shine.
It's being the veteran warrior who knows that the battle was never between you and them anyway.
In fact: It was never a battle at all.
It was just a dream. A nightmare. An illusion.
Because the temple of woman is her soul.
The offerings of woman are her light, her power and her strength. Her love in all its wild freedom.
Her softness is her strength. Her heart is her greatest tool and it opens the hearts and minds of villagers everywhere.
Her altar is the forest, the ocean, the mountains.
Her prayer is this and only this:
I LOVE, THEREFORE, I AM.

With big love, respect and eternal beauty to all that know this regardless of gender.
Courtney A. Walsh http://www.squeezingthestars.com