Hummingbirds don’t channel. You can silence the clutter and be your ascended-self.
“Burst from cover & zip into XTzu’s Zoo... where expansive lagoons open to the sky, and clouds drift in the ever-present. This is the place to embrace your ascended-self.”
“A rush of air under your chin feathers, you bank and swoop between the branches that lead to the sanctuary.”
“Waters sparkle in their briny invitation. The lagoon is teeming with winged souls from all corners.”
Align with your Absolute-self and you have found your ‘ascended master’.
“In this place of vibration, reflection and shimmer; storks, pelicans, and hummingbirds seldom channel any other creature. They simply silence the clatter and acknowledge their original awareness.”
“You’ve invited your inner fledgling to hold the claw of your higher ascended master, and all things stratus are possible.”
When all is one - you know that every ascended master is actually a version of your Absolute-self.
“Summon the wonderfully managed egos of Billy Bob Bluebird, Mother Mary Mallard or Merlin’s Magpie to chirp n’ squawk through you. But in the end… it’s always you flying in the channeled currents of your soaring, feathered small-self.”
“Only in reeds are marshy relative-truths channeled.”
“Bursting from cover, you’ve launched to the sky.”
A Request and Invite
Go ahead. Feel the energy flowing, circular. It comes and creates it’s own vibration and rhythm - there’s no stopping what has to happen. As the kinetics built, a cracking and a fissure appears. Together we slip into the void which isn’t empty. We fly in space, where reality inverts and releases us as the ‘semi-unembodied’ beings we are. The portal invites us to go further, while the pulsing motion of feathers, ribbed with intent blossoms of sensuality, reason, and oneness. The exploding nature of our winged bodies toke their route, while the soul soars into astral oneness of the real Absolute, ascended spirit.
Choose a different ascended master. The one that’s your Absolute-self.