The Leonean age was over, two figures stood silhouetted on the edge of the cliff, robes blowing in the wind. It was both sunrise and sunset. The crescent moon hung in the sky. The tall blond man was dressed in white robes, his wings folded behind him. The diminutive woman’s robes were a luminescent black, with her long blue-black hair lifting in the wind. Her black panther stood ever patient at her side, owl on her shoulder. For a seemingly endless span of time they stood thus, unmoving, the light never growing or fading.
“The light will soon leave the darkness and we must once again part ways,” the woman softly spoke to the man in a voice of velvet-like water running over stones, tears flowing down the flawless curve of her cheek.
“It is the way of things, my beloved one, though it grieves me to be parted from you. The cycles will run their course and we shall be reunited,” he said in a voice like chiming thunder.
“But our children suffer so in the time of two, separated from us and each other,” she lamented.
“With the suffering comes strength and knowledge and if they choose to embrace it, wisdom. It is their birthright, beloved,” he responded. “What grieves me most is that this is the Dark Age when you, my beloved wife, will be denied, the patriarchy will rule, the mind be worshiped while the heart languishes.
“As you say, dearest husband, the cycles ultimately bring balance. The last long dark the matriarchy ruled you were denied, and emotions worshiped while the mind languished. Hold me one last time, husband mine, before we are parted. Let the memory of our unity and love carry us through the long dark until we can reunite our sacred marriage in the Age of Aquarius.”
As the couple embraced, the earth rose on the horizon. They stood side by side and reached out together, bringing the planet to spin suspended between them. The spinning increased in speed until the planet split in two. One half became a perfect diamond, the other a black opal. He took the diamond into his right hand, she the black opal into her left. With pain filled eyes they looked at each other one last time and then turned. He flew into the heavens to greet the sunrise, she walked into the earth where the sun set. Both were angels, each a perfect half of the whole, the Lightworker and the Shaman.
There are those of us that have come during this time carrying the essence of one or the other of these two spirits. Our job is to hold the frequency present on the planet until it becomes strong enough to once again embrace the Sacred Marriage. What we do while we do this is up to us, but it seems we are characterized by a driving passion to live a life of service and make a difference while we are about it.
The shamans walk the shadows of life where we have lost ourselves through damage and denial while the lightworker brings light into the shadows to help her find our missing parts. To judge against the shadow walker is to judge against the lightworker as they are one in the Sacred Marriage. Yet it is painful to look into the shadow of our lives, and tempting to be blinded by the light of our great mission.
It is important to realize we can serve just like we are. All we have to do is intend to hold the tone and we can serve while we live our lives, in ignorance of our shadow selves. Quite frankly, Spirit really doesn’t care. It is a personal choice with no right or wrong answer. Yet, the impact of our lives is dependent upon the degree we are in true expression. Our broadcast is much stronger when it comes through our true nature in wholeness rather than our damage.
Without the light of her beloved mate, the shaman can become lost in the shadows. Without the shaman’s deep insight in dark waters, the lightworker can become ungrounded and blinded by his own light.
There are those of us that came this time that, through personal process, healing, growth and evolution can choose to embrace the sacred marriage within our beings. It is not an easy path but a rewarding one. The only way to embrace this path is to be willing to walk alone, to relinquish all identification with our “known” reality, and to let go of who we think we are and what our lives are “supposed” to look like. Above all else, we must own our experiences without making anything about someone else. We ultimately must become the stewards of our own lives in full understanding that, whether consciously or unconsciously, we have created all we experience. The buck stops here. Only in so doing do we become the God/Goddess of our potential.
While this is a path each individual must walk alone, there are Lightworkers and Shaman here whose service is to help you find your way. Each of us has a song in our heart without which the symphony of life is incomplete. The more of us that sing our personal song, the stronger the tone grows. This is the tone that reunites us all in the Sacred Marriage.
Are you one of us??? Your soul team awaits you.
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