Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
Through wispy fingers, the wind blows
Clearing out the stale and stagnant muck inside
Clearing out room for the cold to freeze the dead parts
And leave them to fall violently to the ground
No more
No more
The wind has spoken
Everyone has a seat
At the table of my soul,
All my gods, my demons,
The great masters who spill forth
From their cups of knowledge,
My fierce protectors
Wielding their swords of justice,
The winged ones who whisper softly,
All communing with me
And not the least of these is the presence
Of my higher self,
The great knower of all things me,
The server of my feast
Serving up my connection,
Drinking to my heart,
Clearing away my fears,
My shame, my pain
Until all that remains is boundless communion
With the Love I know I am
©SpiritLed 2019
The Angels remind us that storms clear out the wreckage of our lives, temporarily causing havoc or pain, but leaving behind a sense of clearing, lightness, and a reminder of the power and necessity for change.
The Angels remind us that all things are solvable, one way or another. When we can bring ourselves up out of the moment and see the big picture, we notice the possibility of clearing on the horizon. There we may find peace.
The angels want you to clear the clutter, both physical and energetic. Clearing and releasing what no longer serves you opens the door to what does serve you and makes space for your highest good to enter.