I, Osiris, say that this is time of the witnessing, of great wonderment, and the testing of the soul.
Know this; creation is but an instant and a timely thing, happening then, now, and all at once,
While creation takes on the cloak of surprise, occurring in bits and pieces and all so expansive.
Yet remember that creation on all levels is mysterious, a thing standing outside of what is known.
A mystery that never ceases and never falls away unfinished and to be so soon for gotten or ignored.
It never halts as a broken clock; it never seeks hiding or to be found as a fearsome thing of dark places.
Never does it simply fall prey to its own wonderment or scamper back into dusty mind places to wait.
Creation never touts its greatness or calls for soul admiration; never casts as a folly to be unclaimed.
Nor should creativity of the heart be unheeded for that makes for more separation and death of curiosity.
Rather, this is a time of renewal and hands clasped by all the like-hearted, like-minded, even the unaware.
I see so many minds filled to over-flowing with uncertainty, the unusual and desperation-created thought.
Expectancy seems at a premium for many see only hopeless, worrisome things; not promises expected of us.
We know that your understanding may have turned your hearts cold and as breakable as fine crystal.
Alas, this onslaught of fear so shatters hearts, easily scattering pieces like glass from perfected intonation.
But remember the stories of old, the re-remembering tales of magical creation of Zep Tepi, the First time.
Those stories and occurrences spoke of hope flown in the face of most impossibilities to be told and retold.
So, too, I remind or re-mindfully say to my children, there is never a darkness totally impervious to your light.
There is never a hopelessness, too, despairingly impossible beneath the flicker of even the dullest starlight.
Never a continuation of what has past, which fails being subjective to the emotional and resilient soul.
Forget not that your power dwells even in the meekest heart for it knows is place in the strongest of vessels.
And, so, it shall be again – the smallest prayer from the weakest voice still reaches us by willpower alone.
The Divine care not whether your voices emit on-key or a bit off for they are vibrational energy of a rightful key.
And that key reopens locked doors to the Above and realm of evolved, beautiful, purest sort of golden starlight.
It shall be as a fresh, new beginning lit with sparks setting off a heartfelt reimagining of your world, anew.
Even as this time witnessed far too many souls becoming lost to their lives, broken or ended shards in darkness.
But I say even broken glass hearts or jangled minds equally can be reimagined and healed by gentle hands.
Simply being kind to self or mindful of thought energy expressed by the weary soul into a disvalued world.
Alas, however, it is sufficient for the now to begin a sort of repairing, gluing together broken minds and hearts.
No, it only seems an implausible a task to begin a revitalization of what may appear too damaged to fix.
Simply begin, we encourage the light slipping into dark, locked spaces will begin healing battered hopefulness.
By recalling the mythic tales of my life journey, you may emulate that sort of magical re-creation and Truth.
It all occurred as creational magical, the re-membering, gesture of faith and hope by Isis tasked to heal me.
This recounting by Isis teaches our children to not bow to dark, tyrannical forces nor sup of hopelessness.
The beautiful light born from many heart flames blazing in unison cannot ever be extinguished by shadows.
For I tell you that the shadow must balance against light and the light honestly counterbalance the darkness.
That is an important Cosmic Truth of Ma’at, occurring by its right timing of epochs, present, past and future.
Just look up…There is elegance overhead that seem beyond imagining, stars burning suns intense and enraged.
Take notice of their appearance; tiny flickering pieces of shattered diamonds or broken glass hearts there.
Scattered across a blanket of black velvet night sky; the symbols of promised rebirth of HOPE whispering.
From too far from the mind’s reach but in truth they are fires of potentiality blazing at the edge of imagination.
Fear not for the reality of the world will recover and become renewed by changes within and without hearts.
There will be many who shall fall short, but a greater number that have learned compassion during this time.
Seeds have been divinely sown to complete this chaos making way to seek higher vibrational restructuring.
The goals or evolution of all souls below and for those seeking to restructure a fervent, verdant future Earth.
So, we say to our children, do hang your weariness and saddened hearts upon nearby stars and reach upward.
Your soul already knows that, like the lights in night skies, hearts inner flame cannot be extinguished.
The Akashic Halls shall open to those trusting and excited to learn to walk a path of magical/mystical wisdom.
Until this traumatic cyclical shift completes, do not forget praying for the healing of ills there Below.
We wait for time when the trust and truth between Below and Above becomes renewed for the highest good.
Then, when our children are ready, for their reawakening to higher magical wisdom and energetic abilities.
Thus, shall the resurgence of new dreams, desires and there shall be a lighting of the fires of magic and healing.
Both within and without shall a new compassionate confidence reflect the ways of the ancients as it has
Always and forever inner senses and heart flames have prevailed since their birthing in life lessons learned.
​I, Osiris, say that this is time of the witnessing, of great wonderment, and the testing of the soul.
Know this; creation is but an instant and a timely thing, happening then, now, and all at once,
While creation takes on the cloak of surprise, occurring in bits and pieces and all so expansive.
Yet remember that creation on all levels is mysterious, a thing standing outside of what is known.
A mystery that never ceases and never falls away unfinished and to be so soon for gotten or ignored.
It never halts as a broken clock; it never seeks hiding or to be found as a fearsome thing of dark places.
Never does it simply fall prey to its own wonderment or scamper back into dusty mind places to wait.
Creation never touts its greatness or calls for soul admiration; never casts as a folly to be unclaimed.
Nor should creativity of the heart be unheeded for that makes for more separation and death of curiosity.
Rather, this is a time of renewal and hands clasped by all the like-hearted, like-minded, even the unaware.
I see so many minds filled to over-flowing with uncertainty, the unusual and desperation-created thought.
Expectancy seems at a premium for many see only hopeless, worrisome things; not promises expected of us.
We know that your understanding may have turned your hearts cold and as breakable as fine crystal.
Alas, this onslaught of fear so shatters hearts, easily scattering pieces like glass from perfected intonation.
But remember the stories of old, the re-remembering tales of magical creation of Zep Tepi, the First time.
Those stories and occurrences spoke of hope flown in the face of most impossibilities to be told and retold.
So, too, I remind or re-mindfully say to my children, there is never a darkness totally impervious to your light.
There is never a hopelessness, too, despairingly impossible beneath the flicker of even the dullest starlight.
Never a continuation of what has past, which fails being subjective to the emotional and resilient soul.
Forget not that your power dwells even in the meekest heart for it knows is place in the strongest of vessels.
And, so, it shall be again – the smallest prayer from the weakest voice still reaches us by willpower alone.
The Divine care not whether your voices emit on-key or a bit off for they are vibrational energy of a rightful key.
And that key reopens locked doors to the Above and realm of evolved, beautiful, purest sort of golden starlight.
It shall be as a fresh, new beginning lit with sparks setting off a heartfelt reimagining of your world, anew.
Even as this time witnessed far too many souls becoming lost to their lives, broken or ended shards in darkness.
But I say even broken glass hearts or jangled minds equally can be reimagined and healed by gentle hands.
Simply being kind to self or mindful of thought energy expressed by the weary soul into a disvalued world.
Alas, however, it is sufficient for the now to begin a sort of repairing, gluing together broken minds and hearts.
No, it only seems an implausible a task to begin a revitalization of what may appear too damaged to fix.
Simply begin, we encourage the light slipping into dark, locked spaces will begin healing battered hopefulness.
By recalling the mythic tales of my life journey, you may emulate that sort of magical re-creation and Truth.
It all occurred as creational magical, the re-membering, gesture of faith and hope by Isis tasked to heal me.
This recounting by Isis teaches our children to not bow to dark, tyrannical forces nor sup of hopelessness.
The beautiful light born from many heart flames blazing in unison cannot ever be extinguished by shadows.
For I tell you that the shadow must balance against light and the light honestly counterbalance the darkness.
That is an important Cosmic Truth of Ma’at, occurring by its right timing of epochs, present, past and future.
Just look up…There is elegance overhead that seem beyond imagining, stars burning suns intense and enraged.
Take notice of their appearance; tiny flickering pieces of shattered diamonds or broken glass hearts there.
Scattered across a blanket of black velvet night sky; the symbols of promised rebirth of HOPE whispering.
From too far from the mind’s reach but in truth they are fires of potentiality blazing at the edge of imagination.
Fear not for the reality of the world will recover and become renewed by changes within and without hearts.
There will be many who shall fall short, but a greater number that have learned compassion during this time.
Seeds have been divinely sown to complete this chaos making way to seek higher vibrational restructuring.
The goals or evolution of all souls below and for those seeking to restructure a fervent, verdant future Earth.
So, we say to our children, do hang your weariness and saddened hearts upon nearby stars and reach upward.
Your soul already knows that, like the lights in night skies, hearts inner flame cannot be extinguished.
The Akashic Halls shall open to those trusting and excited to learn to walk a path of magical/mystical wisdom.
Until this traumatic cyclical shift completes, do not forget praying for the healing of ills there Below.
We wait for time when the trust and truth between Below and Above becomes renewed for the highest good.
Then, when our children are ready, for their reawakening to higher magical wisdom and energetic abilities.
Thus, shall the resurgence of new dreams, desires and there shall be a lighting of the fires of magic and healing.
Both within and without shall a new compassionate confidence reflect the ways of the ancients as it has
Always and forever inner senses and heart flames have prevailed since their birthing in life lessons learned.

​Thusly, I speak from the mystical shadow realm, known as Nephthys, the Golden One of Shadow Magic.
I stand just behind and to left side of my sister, Isis, always staying in the shadows, shy of her bright magic.
So often I am thought to be less important, one of insignificance, yet such silence is called Golden wisdom.
I whisper to the hearts yearning to find some peace, rest and with a willingness to heed our wisdom from above.
I am like the Phoenix for I am the great bird, the magical Phoenix that rises on flaming wings of magic.
My flight rules for a season only to ending in a flash, bursting into flames, becoming despairing ashes.
This despairing seems to become something of importance, but no for it is richness, newness with a fire within.
With each full moon, as a mystical bird, I am renewed, rebirthed and take flight on invigorated wings of starlight.
And so, in this way, my magic flies and I stand ready with wings aflame, casting light upon the below.
Even from the shadows my light blesses the earth and each person’s path leading to renewal of dreams.
Yet will then I welcome you back into my protective shadows when incubating is needed by a seeking soul.
Therein, time slows for breathing, pauses as one sits in the silence and seeks space for the magic of resting.
I, Nephthys, welcome you to come into the protective womb of my mother, Nut, to rest a worried mind.
Know also that the Divine archetypes, shall never forget our beloved children below, nor let the magic be lost.
While it seems this time of tribulation has stolen too much from your world, taken many to a deathbed
And left others in dark isolation with a sense of hopeless and impotence left in each beating heart.
Yet, take not heartlessness and anger for what seems sadly unnecessary is yet allowing the reset of souls.
Understand there is a blessing if you will embrace my shadow magic in appropriate form befitting each heart.
My fiery wings offer you solace and a protected space healing and self-caring to ease your pain and heal all.
Once it is found, do embrace that silence and find evermore rejoicing in the fullness of a bright Capricorn moon.
Remember the voice of Capricorn, calling from the ancestors to remind that magic both blesses and curses.
It is truth that by choice, you may learn the difference, in the will of the believer the tide is turned.
Whether one seeks a blessing or a cursing result, this is the time of resetting and reseeding of intentions.
To know the difference in a chaotic moment, be of wise mindfulness to seek a non-guaranteed source of Truth.
All Truth is a choice, the answer found in the trusting in an ultimate source of faith, correct for each soul.
From our Above realm, we shall always seek to comfort the fragmented and shattered souls of those Below.
We know of what is endured by our children and our hearts ache to heal, to remove the pain.
How you may ask, but we say only that we cannot interfere in the process that must occur and unfold.
According to the season and fullness of the moon, shall Divine Right-Timing bring the rebirthing and,
There shall yet become the end of this time of great evolvement, the lifting of the encompassing of our wings.
For the path for each set of feet shall be cleared, allowing for the entering and emerging from my shadows
And each seeker shall again be welcomed into the temples of the mysteries, places of ancient magic and healing.
Let the vibration of my song surround your heart, your body, your space in time,
Where the sands of time whisper ancient secrets to listening ears of the forgotten knowledge in Akasha.
Once again shall those scrolls be accessible for those who sing their melodious words as my song here.
For those whose lips choose to express my chant, shall a barrier weave about your auric space,
Protecting against the slings and arrows in flight in this chaotic time and so this vibration of song,
Shall create a protective energy that bars ills and dark evils while allowing the influx of light and goodness.
For any who are facing dark times, weariness and a weakened energy, I offer my chant to heal the heart.
Let this tonal veil of protection cloak each of you and your dear children…
 

• “Mush Tu Ra Kah”
• “Sum Tu Nee Kay”
• “Ill Ooh Mon Tu”

(Repeat or chant the words, spelled out phonetically 3 times with intention and emphasis; Ending with:)
                             “Amun/Amen, Anahksurah, Amun/Amen”
 

                                                    CHANNELING of June 20, 2020 - by Anita Merrick/Crystal Wind
Let me make a note here: The original message from Anubis (Anpu) of June 20th during the Global Prayer Circle occurred as posted in Part I here. Then two days later, I received another visitation of sorts by Anubis. Because I have worked with this archetype for a long time, the Part II style is similar in context but seemed appropriate to include the inspiration of describing his appearance. Clearly, both parts have a link to each other, but I chose to separate them because of the change in presentation. I apologize in advance for any confusion caused by the obvious difference in style between message parts.
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PART I:  
Oh, great jackal, Anubis has come, mysterious way-shower neter that I call friend and guide.
He is the one who leads the way ever through storm, strife, doubts and darkest fear.
He arrives again with his midnight fur, which is gleaming with moonlight and star shine.
Anubis, the most ancient, wise teacher and shower of the way no matter how dark the night.
He asks only that we follow the tracks he leaves for us in the ancient sands of the heart.
I look down at his claw pointed footprints stamped like a pathway mapping thru the strangeness.
 Anubis calls for everyone eagerly willing to seek a new way of journeying forward in time
Let all come and walk these ancient trails with pure trust as the heart’s solitary compass.
Even as Truth remains too flexible for our trusting, see how the seasons teach rightful change.
On this Solstice day of seasonal equality and earthly rebalancing across a globe in turmoil
So many human hearts seek a reckoning to come with the warming of the summer sun.
Anubis offers us freshened steps and promises that he will show the way into whatever comes next.
The fear, the pain, the sickness, the uncertainty, the unwanted changes and the overwhelming shifting
Cannot yet be simply halted or understood, at least, not yet as Anubis assures with a toothy fanged grin
 that he will never lose us our shameful, damaged souls in the desert we have traversed so long.
He knows it is not yet near the finish of this strangely and unwanted track and offers an oasis
for our minds to find a place to rest and drink deeply of water refreshed by this pause of time.
Though we may learn to rest here, believing it is a safe place where we may hide from all pain.
Alas, we have only rest stops along this journey for it is a long road and not yet finished.
Anubis has the knowing of where our feet may be placed least, we fall away from our wisdom.
Least we fall away from all newfound compassion for others and forget the lessons newly learned.
We look to the outstretched paw of Anubis, the wise way shower jackal and see him
or any other trusted guide known by individuals for we have not been abandoned by the Creator.
Well the end is yet so far from our knowing, we are asked to heal within and remember
remember the truth of the ancient ones that we have been taught for eons and not forgotten.
As above, so it shall be below, balance and harmony shall always exist throughout time.
While it takes a toll through the imperfection in unbalanced times that we walk it shall be again
put right as things of dark nature shall be read balanced and reconciled by the end of our long journey.
Anubis reminds us to get up and leave the oasis for it is necessary and the journey not complete.
Follow his footsteps I encourage for as the jackal allows none to fall into despair or become lost.
Anubis knows the way across the sands of time and teaches us to trust the journey despite adversity.
And he promises that the moon, sun and stars are eternal; nor do they abandon us here below.
They, too, remind us by lighting our way toward new truths, ever enduring and untarnished
Despite many months in which we have been imprisoned by an invisible enemy, uncertainty and fear.
Anubis reminds us that love is the energy of human resilience and the key to moving forward now.
Despite the fear that has darkened our world, if we remember the Sun also rises as does the moon.
And today the seasons are in balance once more as we are granted this moment to rest at the oasis.
Together we breathe as one and remember the lesson of Anubis, the way shower, do not look down
but for only a moment to find the path and then lift your eyes, breathe deeply and walk forward.
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PART II:   Oh, Great Desert-wise Jackal, Anubis/Anpu, our most ancient way-shower; guardian of the onward lifepath. We welcome you always, especially in our time of darkest fears and tribulations; all haunting our days and invading our dreams. Your very appearance elicits courage within at the mere sight of your midnight fur glistening as a cloak woven with strands of the night sky, embellished with refracted moonlight and the scattering of diamonds formed from dew fallen in starlight from the arcing Sky-Nile, the eternal pathway across a sapphire Above. In answer to the heart beating its subtle call, you come as swiftly as the forming of a single thought. Your recognizable vitality in living image to mind and inner senses where I recognize your canid elegance with rippling musculature that mimics the silver-crested currents of Earth-Nile, the eternal watery pathway of Below. As I mentally greet you, I noted that your eyes are usually jade reflecting pools of compassion and wisdom, but today they flash with red that seem warning of some danger afoot . . . thus, I must wonder why?
Then … I remember. Truly, you have come because so many hearts call out for truthful guidance even as our words act as smoke wafting to Neteru hearts. Once again, my needful sigh reached your alertly pricked jackal ears and entered then into your willing heart ready to offer guidance always to those who feel lost. We eagerly entrust our darkest worries into your hands (or paws) and promise trust as we follow your wise leadership for we must walk forth in a new way; upon an unknowable path without aid of map or lit lantern to show how unimaginably the landscape is changing even before each step is taken. Sometimes I feel frozen in place as if the prey of some invisible and loudly snarling carnivorous beast, named FEAR; other times, the beast is more terrifying when the tone turns cruelly wispy and seethes with liquid threats of unthinkable atrocities lying in wait for those stumbling through this ignorance-imposed dark time. Yet, we are reminded that there is no real need to remain as such prey or hopeless against the desires of the fear-beast for it seeks to keep us fearful of stepping wrong, breaking bones or spirit and stumbling into the ditch its long claws have etched alongside our path forward . , , nor shall it cause us tripping into the stinking water to drown in pure ignorance, choking in airless horror of the untamable virus running amok and leaving too many lives hurting with irreparable effects from its touch or even ended in death in its wake. Should we give in to it and ignore the possibilities that blow on the winds of real change rather than surrendering to hopelessness and confusion and sinking into the quicksand of falsehoods, ignorance and untruths of every imaginable kind?
While Anubis has been like the tallest lighthouse with a gaze that cuts the thickest fog and guides me safely past the rocky shoreline many times. Today as I clairvoyantly saw and sensed him again, it seemed like he came as a fresh breeze and impressed my mind with his promise or intent to guide any brave enough to entrust their hand into his proffered hand/paw; heeding the directives offered in his refreshing way of truthfulness reflecting in a grimace suggestive of canine encouragement to follow. Even as we seem glued to seats or astraddle horses on some horror show type merry-go-round ever turning in repeating cycles of disastrous incidents and deceitful images, the ideal awaits for us to heed the archetype Anubis as the ancient way-shower and allow him to guide us toward restoration of the peace and thus a braver-lived future.

Ah so many new pages I am frantic to write all, the recording ... ah, I must transfer all quickly onto papyrus even as time passes below , seemingly so unnoticed. Here, where I sit in my Hall of Records, above, with stylus at the ready, I shall await the song’s first sung notes, the tales of woe from below and stories whispered or cried with delight.
It all shall be written upon the pages that become the Akasha or Books of Life (Tomes). It is my pleasure to dip my sharpened stylus into the sacred ink vessel, which holds a dark crimson ink that becomes indelible upon drying due to the recipe of its making:  equal parts of blood, sweat, tears mixed by vibration from a living drum; the rhythmic beating of a human heart).
To write after awaiting the first vibration from the singer’s throat, the newest tale of woe from a mother’s lips, stories of small delights emitted from lips of children; and of fires ever igniting by a single breath of life and hope.
It is not my own wisdom that delights my work; indeed, I rejoice I the wisdom spoken that reaches my ears, spoken in the face of the unfathomable fear rampant across the world below.
The wisdom that delights my heart the most comes bundled in the prayers spoken and lifting the hearts of the speaker even for only a moment or two.
We heed well those who cry out, cloaked in fear and darkness, illness or besought by transgressions by all its many labels; welcoming, too, the brave teachers who offered guidance and wisdom regardless of their age, name or title for all are so utterly needed on every level now.
We do not forget the animal kingdom, beings we gently guide and care for whether furred, feathered, scaled or many-legged, finned or flippered.
I hesitate in my recording this day for I have watched as fear, despair and a dangerous evil darkness has once again risen as a cobra that has been poked with the sticks wielded by many who seem utterly misinformed, selfishly impatient and wear their greediness like badges upon their chests.
We can only observe as there are furious crowds, protesting rightfully but perhaps without the wisdom in face of the injustices thrown at their feet, but we fear consequences will reach far beyond their intent for the virus is still the most rampant hunter of this time.
I have paused this day’s recording to ponder over the this the dark rage I see in the angry crowds below. I see their need and seeking of justice but fear the crowd-minded ways will be more dangerous even as they desire rightfully.
Oh, I shall record what comes, I must; yet my hope in pausing will produce an echo of what has been the Earth’s Great Pause and their fury be tempered by wisdom and from compassionate hearts aware of the likelihood of dire consequence other than what they seek as justice or legal reforms.
I muse over what even I cannot foresee, yet know I must record the moments as they change, develop and restructure intention, dreams and expectations even before I can complete the words or punctuate the sentence change races to beat even my mind there.
Aiwa, even a neter dreams, ponders and wonders … so I stop to breath and gaze upon my unfinished page.
The words already written, already indelibly sealed to the papyrus, unchangeable even if I were allowed such an editorial sort of whim.
Yet, I look harder then shift my gaze and the page shifts from is solid form, as the papyrus appears to be returning to its watery birthplace as it becomes something more limpid in form.
Then I watch as it changes again, now it is as the thick foggy mists that drift across the dark waters of the Nile just before sunrise; the time when the life blood of Egypt teases the eye with suggestions of the ancient mysteries of the old mystic priests still hidden in the silence of its depths.
I wonder…does this suggest that even the Nile will not or cannot reveal an outcome, dire or hopeful, for the onslaught of the demonic virus? Or am I seeing the subtly of the changes beginning within the bottom muck of the river where seeds of the enlightened symbol, the nearly extinct blue lotus, begins its ascent into the light?
Alas, I am reminded of something I believe written by William Shakespeare: “the pen writes and having written …” but no, I cannot for the ending is no longer valid. I shall instead utter my own prophetic version, saying: “the stylus writes and having written, it pauses …” for there is no ending available. Instead, I must wait to finish the phrase, but cannot until the time is deemed right for only then shall Ra rise into the sky over the Nile again and with brilliance burn away this fog of uncertainty, fear and death. Only when that time is upon the Earth, shall the words be written, recording the new clarity, renewed compassion in hearts and the new version of Truth spoken from every lip as taught them by Ma’at, herself.
But, until that day, I am pulled away from the dreaming and back to this difficult task recording the Akashic Records for this direst moment in time with hope that our children upon the Earth will keep faith and trust in whatever name or title they chose as Sacred Divinity and living Truth.
I say this: Be aware and Beware … The essential haunting by a shadowy entity in viral form has not ended nor shall it soon as you count time. There has been mistaken assurances by those who you may consider trustworthy and others that are merely foolish, arrogant or misinformed of a threat by something as yet still unknown and dangerous, causing inconceivable problems and deaths for so many across the globe. Just be warned, my children, for all destiny will answer us is that the threat is not yet run its course. The advice I can offer is that each of you must hold to your watchfulness and compassion for others while maintaining the precautionary measures in place for the well-being of all, lest temptation to step out of current boredom teases recklessness. The danger is not gone; the virus still a threat, unfinished disruption of lives nor is its resolve depleted or hunger sated.
Ah, do know we honor you as you honor us in return, by the name of your choosing the Divine see your hearts like lanterns that hold the purest starlight from the very center of the Cosmos. It is your love/compassion that brighten them to shine as brightly as any bonfire can.  
It is by love alone that your lighted lantern heart will send its rays outward into the whole of space and time, ever brighter and becoming the healing of heart and mind and will both of the vessel that carries it as well as all that it touches, especially those to whom its healing rays are directed by thought, intention or deed.
 The message I offer now for I must soon return to my tasks in the golden halls of Amente and Akasha: Remember if nothing else, that the POWER is LOVE; LOVE is your real POWER. The words spoken from the heart (love) are the most powerful and thus create reality – equally for good or evil or in between – and when you speak in compassion/love the words become most powerful and may be likened to becoming as written by my stylus upon papyrus with the indelible magical ink, which glistens before drying into permanence of creation as it fulfills intention and desire; that is the magic; that is the power; that is the healing made available to desire—LOVE.
Now I shall pick up the stylus and return to my work for it is done always from a divine heart and the power from love; love for all of my children  above, below, as well as those yet to become as it was done for those that have already been and may yet choose to become one day again. 
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