Mercury Retrograde & the 8:8 Stargate: Creation may now commence!

Mercury in retrograde worked it’s magic on us all, pulling us backwards like a wave off of the shore and into the vastness of our selves. Most people find this to be a dis-settling experience, because we are conditioned to avoid confronting our selves, to “suck it up” and ignore our inner pain, instead of being encouraged to seek out the thorn in our foot and remove it.

As we floated through the vastness of ourselves, we were reminded of our depth and the vast richness of our lives. We are a sight to behold on the surface, but underneath the variety and richness of who we are is where all the real treasures lie. And even though we may run into some creatures who live in the depths of us that are ancient, sharp-toothed, and predatorial, we also discover that when we confront these old parts of our selves and our experience that we are delivered from the fear of the unknown deep crevasses on the floors of our oceans. When we claim ownership of such places within ourselves, we find the evidence of who we are: crystal pyramids, our space crafts of travel, valuable golden treasures that make those we read about stored in secret vaults around the world look like piles of coal. Reclaiming these treasures is to accept our Divine inheritance.

In this retrograde cycle, I was carried off into timelessness. I spun through the undercurrents of my life, and was met by my own screaming, and cries of terror from someplace near the floor of my ocean. They were the cries of the women I have been; they were the cries of women all over the world. They testified to the enslavement, the brutality, the rape, and the invisibility and unheard voices of women all over the planet, through all time on earth. It felt like more than my heart could bear. I started from a place of wanting to heal, of longing to deliver forgiveness for the atrocities that have been endured by us all, but forgiveness is the last stop and I was unable to skip the acknowledgement and processing of this primal scream of pain. I gave it a voice. I wailed. I yelled. I let the rage bubble up from the depths of my being like lava from a volcano. Justice! I wanted justice for all of us.

Simultaneously, I have been becoming more aware of who I am than I have ever been. I have accepted my Galactic Diplomacy. I have been briefed on the story of my coming to this planet, a gift of pure love from Creator to humanity with knowing in my heart that this Love would conquer all darkness. I allowed myself to notice how angry I was that this gift from God was met with an onslaught of viciousness that was foreign to my soul. I remembered how heartbroken I was as I held out the gifts of the One True Source to humanity again and again, only to have it smacked from my outstretched hand, be grabbed by my physical body and dragged off to the dungeons, the towers, the prisons, the flaming stakes in the town square, and the streets where I was brutally and unceremoniously murdered, martyred. I remembered that I began to compromise, that I began to water down the flow of Source as me that my service might be accepted, that my body might not be broken and beaten so badly. My heart suffered tremendously as a result of this stepping away from the truth of my being.  I let myself feel the grief of that, the rage of all that. No more would I continue to fall on behalf of others, I decided. Instead, I will acknowledge the grief and pain of the unheard screams of women all over the world with the knowing that my broken chains means they too may choose freedom, find their broken voices, let their screaming wailing selves express, find peace, and integrate.

This experience offered me the clarity that there is no more hiding. That I must refuse to be invisible. That I must use my voice and speak clearly the truth of my inner knowing. As a representative of the embodiment of the Cosmic Mother I must teach, not take the pain of my children, who are also me. As I write this, I notice my body feeling fear, yet more memories of the dangers of such thought on the planet Earth. There is one great difference now: the time is right. I notice that there are the vague distant voices of others who are reading this in the infinite now, who might direct criticism at me for having a Self that has been judged “unenlightened” because it comes from the “ego” which is viewed by so many as the evil within. This is not a view I share. I know that even the egoic self is Divine. Without an ego, the individuated expression of Source cannot occur, and this part of who and what I am from my current embodied perspective is also evolving into a higher state of awareness, beginning to submit to the orders of my opening high heart, which trumps my mind in it’s authority. My ego is now coming up with brilliant ways to support the knowing of my heart, instead of brilliant ways to suppress it. You need your ego. Just don’t make it the place from which you are powerful. It is a servant to the heart, who is the General, directing the trillions of cells that make up your physical vessel.

Yesterday, this all culminated in a great storm the caliber of which I have not experienced in some time. Much of what stood between realizing the next level of my own evolution was discovered. I shed Light on it with my attention to it. And yesterday it all swirled together into a great dark funnel cloud, a tornado of history spinning wildly, angrily from the cells of my body, from my very dna and as I stood there in the fear and awe of it’s form, which looked so much bigger than my own I was swept up into the storm of myself. It was hard to tell which way was up or down. I had to strain hard to hear the voices of my Spiritual Guides and Angels, and my visibility was devastatingly poor. My body was the tornado and it swept up even more dark elements as I went about my day, holding desperately to the knowing that when this tornado shot up into the ether I would be caught in the loving arms of my family of Light, avoiding injury and permanent damage. At one point my entire solar plexus was pulled out of my body leaving a giant hole in my core, dangerously open to take-over by that which is not me, and there seemed to be many such beings in this tornado. I was afraid, but surrender was my only choice, as the old point of power was out of commission and only my heart had the authority to protect now. In it’s intelligence it reached out in the physical world to an amazing new friend (new in the physical world and very olde in the higher realms), that my ego would have never called because one of it’s old beliefs is that asking for help is a weakness that creates debt. In it’s ever-evolving state, however, it served my heart by using its intelligence to help me pick up the phone and dial the number of this blessed being of Christ-Light who I now view as my sister. Between the two of us and a great deal of Divine Intervention, the tornado subsided after raging for many hours, and I sat in the stillness of the protective ring of Higher Light Beings who surrounded me in peace and protection, while my nervous system continued to quiver in the aftermath of it all.

As I laid my weary body upon my mattress, I drifted away in the vastness of the Universe, and I could feel the magnetic draw of the Lion’s Gate, into which I had been initiated through all this chaos. I realized that the feelings of being tossed to and fro and upside down, directionless was the breaking down of the magnetic field that was holding me in the density of a frightening and darkened past that could not be abandoned. All things are returning to their points of origin. They do not sit in limbo as abandoned energy. All energy seeks expression, and it does not die even when it is deep in the caves and crevasses in the floor of the ocean. The physics of that is beyond my intellectual understanding, but the essence of it is crystal clear.

I awoke with the image of bulldozers and neat piles of scrap metal and iron beams that were once the structures of my inner world now harmless and recyclable debris on a new construction site, and a feeling of accomplishment, progress, lightness and well-being. I was greeted on my Facebook matrix with the star-language crop circle illustrating to us where our world is: at the zero point, ground zero.

Creation (building) may now commence!

With great love,

Arianna Napoli

Galactic Diplomat

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