We were all there, my grannies making sure that their share was also taken. A mat to lay dawn and few other things. But as always they came to show their unconditional support and reassurance that everything is alright. That this is a transition moment and that we are in good hands.
We may encounter challenges but we'll do our best and leave victorious. Doing the job that we came here to do, guiding souls through darkness in light.
A terrible catastrophe where everything flooded. Meters under the water was now the world we once knew. Above it, only few survivors of strong will and pure hearts float and swim around. Horses were there ready to complete the journey and help others when the waters subdue.
I was worried I took the right things with me, like survival or other essentials. I swam down through the clear waters of change to reach belongings i may need, mother and brother tell me is all useless now, what is gone is gone and I took what I needed to take, the rest I just need to let go.
I realise that the only thing really needed is trust, faith and love. We are guided as we guide others and everything is alright as we say our final goodbyes, knowing the journey we take is a different journey for each.
And so, we depart with all that we are, secure, confident, convinced, strong with all the love and light from the cosmos. With a tear of pain in our hearts leaving behind the old life.
A new journey begins...
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