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Magic is Happening Everywhere

Written by Stormy

The weather is changing. Instead of the cold dark setting-in of winter, the air is merely crisp and the sun is strong. The leaves don't seem to be changing color, and they are hanging on for dear life. The reservoirs are so dry they look like moonscapes, and yet, I feel not just hopeful, but sure.

Please, dear ones, do not add drops of fear to the collective bucket... The tides of consciousness are churning...

Once while I was visiting down by the equator, I saw something strange. The water out to sea was dark, and the water close to shore was light green in color. There was a distinct line where they met, light and dark. The line was moving toward the shore.
I was not so aware of the visuals of the changing tide and I thought maybe it was just low tide getting high. Still, it was distinct, and it piqued my interest.

A friend I'd met there came to see what I was watching. And I asked him, a fisherman, what was happening.

It was hard for him to explain, but eventually, he described the changeover as something like the Ocean's menstrual cycle.

I was witnessing the Ocean on her moon?

He explained to me that the water made a shift, and the old water was replaced with fresh water. New fish, new seaweed, a complete cleansing. As he spoke, the line came right to shore and all of the water became one color. Eventually, the colors shifted, dark was light and light was dark.

The fishermen down there took it less intensely than I did. It looked to me like a complete shift of consciousness was happening right before my eyes.

This is how I am feeling now.

The conscious few are growing and there are forces attempting to keep us from shifting for real. Many people with strong hearts and minds are focusing intently in the
coming shift. This is important.

And yet, we are being trained to expect fire and Brimstone.

I refuse.

..... All is dependent on the mindset of the people.....

Let us cleanse our minds like the ocean does with the moon, bringing in new water.
Let us fill the bucket with drops of the beauty we are shifting towards.

We can. It's better than O.K.