Everyone has a song, it bounces around inside of them. Sometimes when you are really happy or really at peace it will bubble up and you whistle it or hum it or even bang it out on an instrument. Noone has the identical song that you have, some sound similar but they are never exactly alike.
When we are born, the components to the symphony are there, a true basic groundwork is layed during gestation. For nine months you get to know your host family. When clients come to me pregnant I can see the energy in the air. It isn't in the body of the host mother, it is hovering around it like a bubble of light. It will usually will have a gender yet heavenly beings have no distinct gender, that is a human gig.
They are absorbing. The fetus absorbs nutrients, it forms around the legacy or legend of the electrical DNA of the host family. DNA is 2 stranded and the result of 8 generations of programming. They are absorbing emotion. In the olden days pregnant women were sheltered and protected from negativity. Drama and crisis was known to imprint the fetus and the incoming spirit. During menstruation women went to the moon house together and allowed their bodies to release and purify while they remained isolated and together, clearing out garbage that needed to be sloughed off. Healing their hearts and heads and bodies so pregnancies were positive and productive. New babies were a cherished gift to our planet and to the families they joined.
Back to the song. As I hear the music of each child's song, sometimes my ears hurt and my heart hurts worse. I think to myself, what happened to you? Why is this song so disharmonic? Is this little person that frustrated or just that afraid?
We, then in our own ignorance and fear run to the nearest pharmacy and start in with the mood altering substances, we throw toxic food at them to shut them up and we plunk them down in front of electronic devices to keep them company. Then we are distraught when they fail or worse go back to where they came from.
It is our responsibility to listen to their song. Hear it in the quiet of time spent with them. Jeff Bridge's mom spent one hour each day with each of her three kids, giving them their time with her. Not her agenda, theirs, and theirs all by themselves with her. He said that was an amazing benefit to his youth and ultimately his life. He is one gifted human. And guess what, he sings and plays his song out loud a lot and it rocks.
Today be quiet and hear your own song. Compare it to no one elses. If it is not a beautiful melody, look at it's origin and how it was formed throughout your life. Do you holler or curse or keep silent? Is that the song of your heart? Or can you create something new and improved?
Billy McLaughlin is playing his guitar in Hudson tonight, his song got lost in a disease. He then, after much despair, switched hands!! WOW BILLY. What a great idea, start over on the other side. We all have the ability to do that. If what you have right now isn't your dream come true anymore, start over on the other side. Fresh start! Time in nature, alone with yourself, nourishing yourself with proper food and happy thoughts and pictures. Then begin your song again. I know we can do better this time.
Here's to making beautiful music together for ever more!! On Earth as it was in Heaven. Amen.
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