A Medicine Woman’s Prayer
by Sheree Bliss Tilsley
I will not rescue you, For you are not powerless. I will not fix you, For you are not broken. I will not heal you, For I see you, in your wholeness. I will walk with you through your darkness, As you remember your light.
We are at the precipice of a magnificent shift in humanity. Like a jewel thief, we are turning the dials on the lock holding back the gems of our future. Click...The first lock gives us access to all 12 layers of our DNA. Each a relic of our multidimensional past and a doorway to the connection to Source that we have all been waiting for. Click...The second lock transforms the crystalline grid. The quantum grid that records each action for where we are. Like ghosts replaying a movie that we all get to see, the crystalline grid reflects the consciousness of humanity. And with compassionate action, love, and forgiveness, we can rewrite the mindless influence of war, of pillage, and of regret. Click...The third lock sets our intention for healing, the seed we plant for our own individual transformation. There is nothing that cannot be undone in the holographic structure we call our human form. No ailment, no illness, no distortion. All is energy, all fractals of our projected reality that we conjure up to mirror the hidden emotions and beliefs within. Click...The fourth layer is that of the healing itself. There are many healers and modalities that promise all will be ok if only you do this thing, say that thing, or take the shiny coated pills rattling in brown plastic bottles. But the new human recognises that all healing begins with the intent, and accelerates when in the presence of those who lovingly hold space for your own awareness and manifestation. You are the only one who controls your reality, and your body consciousness responds to you alone. As healers we are merely here to envelop you in a brilliant blanket of understanding, a tender hug of kindness, that unlocks the healing from within. So many subconscious beliefs stemming from past traumas and terrible experiences have skewed our perception of what it means to be whole, what it means to be of service, what it means to be truly free. Click...The final lock. The laser beam of light that explodes from Source, passing right through your core, through every meridian, chakra, and subtle body, down into the very foundations of the Earth. The centre of our galaxy is aligning itself with our ascension to focus the energy of the golden age deep into our souls. The light activates each layer of our DNA, shifting our intentions for healing, adding potency to our healing spaces, and cleanses the crystalline grid of all those imprints that no longer serve us. Can you open yourself up to the changes is brings, for ascension is not an easy road. Ascension means getting down and dirty with the darker aspects of yourself, doing the dance with your shadow, and emerging intact, with an open heart and the thump of mastery in your lungs.
Who knows what we will see when the final lock clicks into place and the safe door swings open. If the ancients and the indigenous peoples were right we were always going to be here, we were always going to succeed in deciphering the code of our Divine selves. We are creating our bounty moment by moment, and the trick of the light means that each one of us that opens the chest will get to see their own version of treasure. But the gift this time, is that instead of individuality creating separation and division, it will instead foster connection, collaboration, and expansion. The collective being stronger and more glorious than the individual alone. Each of us will have to unpick our own locks, for the combination will be different for all of us. I have my own story to unravel and untangle before I can decode the cipher. But layer by layer, number by number, I am getting closer. At each step, I can feel the light getting brighter, the strands of my DNA illuminating with crystalline energy, the quantum grid around me shaking off the mistakes of the past, and my intention aligning with my Higher Self. Like any lock it has taken many tries, failed attempts, and shouts of frustration. I've kicked the lock and cursed the lockmaker, trying to convince myself that the gems within aren't worth the effort. But the allure and the tantalising promise of the new dawn is too strong to resist. I don't want to stay in these stagnant, muddied waters anymore. I'm heading for the turquoise ocean, to the golden sand, and the languid breeze of my dreams. There's a mythical land of dolphins and dragons waiting for me there. They know my name, they see the beauty of my Soul, and they know what I am capable of. Maybe I'll see you there. And if you make it past the locksmith, I'll be waiting for you too, cocktail in hand, sand between my toes, smiling and waving as I sit back and watch the coming of the new dawn.