Blog: CHANNELING of NOVEMBER 22, 2020 - by Anita Merrick/Crystal Wind
NOTE: No mistake, this message may appear to be either that I am caught up with ALL the months/weeks of Prayer Circle Messages -- OR – this one is out of that normal order by dates; BUT, alas, neither is true. Rather the messenger neter last Sunday, Bast/Bastet brought her message for the group and beyond, clearly referencing the upcoming Thanksgiving … and so, I present her words via my pen.
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I am known by many as mother, sister and even womanhood for I am Bast or Bastet, neter of joy and self-care.
The truth is in the knowing that Pur–r–r–r-fection is both limited and limitless; Pur–r-r–r–fect and impur-r-r-r-fect.
When hearts learn to embrace this concept; when minds reimagine the limitlessness of JOY, then they shall sing.
So, much joy transcends thru chanting and singing escaping hearts and lips and on outward into the limitlessness.
Oh, be not angry or heartsick by this coming holiday born into a time of necessary separation and saddened hearts.
For your love, your loving ancestors, and all those family and friends who cannot share your feast of Thanksgiving.
None among our children need be concerned for love in its every facet and currently unable to hold others close.
Need only to realize love is boundless, timeless, and cannot be subjective to death or even unfounded separations.
The Neteru all share your rejoicing and pleasure in all aspects of such resplendence as the keepers of heart spaces.
Therein love smolders like ashes sown by pain and sorrow or burst as fireworks with all passion and zest for life.
Indeed, love is such a choice; love comes in many shades and hues, love ebbs and flows like the mighty Nile.
Love is the way of ultimate connectivity to all held dear to the heart and the most graceful healer of all life’s ills.
And so, it is with each of the Neteru, owning dual natures and stand as archetypes, gifted teachers of love’s truth.
It is in that duality is offered lessons for truths and a cloaking of unprotected energy meant for each seeker in need.
Merely by understanding our duality, it shall be easier to design a much smoother path through the turbulence.
Surprise! Sing joyfully, with great fervor as you embrace the message we send like a map to another tomorrow.
Such accomplishments become wisdom from the spring of truth and love, reasons to sing, dance, celebrate anew.
Thus, are things brought into the heart to illuminate strength within even the desired or previously unrecognized.
Then making the holidays formed as new truths, unlike the lie of blatant failure, streaming down faces as tears.
The inner turmoil of desire to hold loved ones again and skies remaining tentative, shifting from steel gray rain.
Or flash increments of hopefulness when momentarily clouds allow a bit of hopefulness as sunshine peers through.
The difficulty points to blatant failures and salty rivulets upon cheeks proving true worry for the safety of loved ones.
Even as skies remain tentative by shifting between steel gray to allowing flashes of sunlight hopefulness now and then.
Even as the darkness took its toll upon all aspects of life, a gift was given by a sort of renewal of love in gentle hearts.
I Bast, say to those most gentle hearts, know I see your upturned prayerful faces, aflame with resilience and hope.
That is the only KEY you need to unlock the door of shadows and step into a future of fresh desires and possibility.
I recognize your eagerness for new verses hidden in the heart to emit from tired lips, exploding in joyous song.
The words need only be simple, feelings bent to the will of heartfelt pain, then etched or emblazoned upon Akasha.
While your hearts are still saddened for the love and yearning to share a Thanksgiving table with your loved ones.
My compassionate heart shares the pain of looking across a feast table at chairs left empty by unfair loss or distance.
Fear not the voices touting a need for shutting down, staying in the safety of home or behind broken boundaries.
Our promise was made here Above and in the rightness of time, the viral terror shall find control and love reawaken.
The joy shall emerge again from gentle hearts, bypassing all that has gone awry or cloaked by this vile darkness.
Faithfully know it is all an illusion and temporary separation may be necessary for now, it cannot be made reality.
Nor so easily can the fear, hatred and negative energy of your world now ever withstand the brilliance love’s fire.
Therefore, keep joyful of heart for one more holiday season even as needful of solitude or intimate a celebration.
There shall be an end ahead of your chaotic dark cycle…a true rebirthing of a world filled with remembrance.
A time of joyousness, dancing, and many times of celebration with those loved family members you keep safe now.
Indeed, your patience is still required, dear children, nor have we ignored your prayerful words sent to us Above.
Trust there will soon be a rebirthing of natural realms and healing of gentle hearts with fresh Truth born from LOVE.
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I am known by many as mother, sister and even womanhood for I am Bast or Bastet, neter of joy and self-care.
The truth is in the knowing that Pur–r–r–r-fection is both limited and limitless; Pur–r-r–r–fect and impur-r-r-r-fect.
When hearts learn to embrace this concept; when minds reimagine the limitlessness of JOY, then they shall sing.
So, much joy transcends thru chanting and singing escaping hearts and lips and on outward into the limitlessness.
Oh, be not angry or heartsick by this coming holiday born into a time of necessary separation and saddened hearts.
For your love, your loving ancestors, and all those family and friends who cannot share your feast of Thanksgiving.
None among our children need be concerned for love in its every facet and currently unable to hold others close.
Need only to realize love is boundless, timeless, and cannot be subjective to death or even unfounded separations.
The Neteru all share your rejoicing and pleasure in all aspects of such resplendence as the keepers of heart spaces.
Therein love smolders like ashes sown by pain and sorrow or burst as fireworks with all passion and zest for life.
Indeed, love is such a choice; love comes in many shades and hues, love ebbs and flows like the mighty Nile.
Love is the way of ultimate connectivity to all held dear to the heart and the most graceful healer of all life’s ills.
And so, it is with each of the Neteru, owning dual natures and stand as archetypes, gifted teachers of love’s truth.
It is in that duality is offered lessons for truths and a cloaking of unprotected energy meant for each seeker in need.
Merely by understanding our duality, it shall be easier to design a much smoother path through the turbulence.
Surprise! Sing joyfully, with great fervor as you embrace the message we send like a map to another tomorrow.
Such accomplishments become wisdom from the spring of truth and love, reasons to sing, dance, celebrate anew.
Thus, are things brought into the heart to illuminate strength within even the desired or previously unrecognized.
Then making the holidays formed as new truths, unlike the lie of blatant failure, streaming down faces as tears.
The inner turmoil of desire to hold loved ones again and skies remaining tentative, shifting from steel gray rain.
Or flash increments of hopefulness when momentarily clouds allow a bit of hopefulness as sunshine peers through.
The difficulty points to blatant failures and salty rivulets upon cheeks proving true worry for the safety of loved ones.
Even as skies remain tentative by shifting between steel gray to allowing flashes of sunlight hopefulness now and then.
Even as the darkness took its toll upon all aspects of life, a gift was given by a sort of renewal of love in gentle hearts.
I Bast, say to those most gentle hearts, know I see your upturned prayerful faces, aflame with resilience and hope.
That is the only KEY you need to unlock the door of shadows and step into a future of fresh desires and possibility.
I recognize your eagerness for new verses hidden in the heart to emit from tired lips, exploding in joyous song.
The words need only be simple, feelings bent to the will of heartfelt pain, then etched or emblazoned upon Akasha.
While your hearts are still saddened for the love and yearning to share a Thanksgiving table with your loved ones.
My compassionate heart shares the pain of looking across a feast table at chairs left empty by unfair loss or distance.
Fear not the voices touting a need for shutting down, staying in the safety of home or behind broken boundaries.
Our promise was made here Above and in the rightness of time, the viral terror shall find control and love reawaken.
The joy shall emerge again from gentle hearts, bypassing all that has gone awry or cloaked by this vile darkness.
Faithfully know it is all an illusion and temporary separation may be necessary for now, it cannot be made reality.
Nor so easily can the fear, hatred and negative energy of your world now ever withstand the brilliance love’s fire.
Therefore, keep joyful of heart for one more holiday season even as needful of solitude or intimate a celebration.
There shall be an end ahead of your chaotic dark cycle…a true rebirthing of a world filled with remembrance.
A time of joyousness, dancing, and many times of celebration with those loved family members you keep safe now.
Indeed, your patience is still required, dear children, nor have we ignored your prayerful words sent to us Above.
Trust there will soon be a rebirthing of natural realms and healing of gentle hearts with fresh Truth born from LOVE.
