New Generation

There is a sense of warm pride zooming off from me.

A sense that I belong with the New Generation, because I have come here to help shift the New Generation.

A sense that I belong because I never did.

I never came for the Old Order, yet I was a part of it.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, that’s for the ego to judge.

And yet, I am here. Standing.

A survivor to the war.

There is a sense of me belonging to the New Earth. One I have felt.

For a very long time.

It was inbuilt in my blueprint, you see.

I never did pertain to the world of the senses, the Old Order about to collapse, people screaming and mingling, trying to save the last crumbs of a cookie that was already crumbled. There are no pieces to be saved for it was unhealthy and processed.

We are entering the world of Organic.

The New World Order.

That of Mother Gaia, Lemuria, the Arcturians, old Atlantis.

Whatever happened to that version of Humanity in its attempt to save what was never meant to prevail is no longer standing.

It can’t for it had no legs.

It was barely coping, trying to hold it’s head on top of the turbulent waters that once were the sea.

The sea, the waves, the salt, the water. It all got entangled in the pieces of the puzzle that we are meant to connect.

WE ARE IT.

I mean, let’s face it. WE ARE THE PIECES OF THAT PUZZLE because we are the puzzle itself.

We are God in its Matter and particles ensembled together in a phenomenal act of purification and adoration of what’s Grander than oneself.

The ego mind, oh, to hell with the ego mind.

Literally.

So for those in the Old Order who are ready to embrace hell, let’s face it.

To those of you who are hell bent in not letting your shame get away, stay with it.

Your death will be slow, painful. Maybe you won’t even make it to the New World.

But to those of you who are ready, oh boy, to those of you who are ready….

Let’s make this!

Let’s live & explore, find joy and spread happiness.

This is the New World, the New Order of things, that matter, a matter that gets fractured, the love, the joy, the new generation, the Old Order- scheme of things that came and stayed only to find no regret in the past traditions that were here to save us.

I am that.

The New Generation of Old that’s New. The matriarch in a sense of belonging to nature, to its Tribe of fellow citizens.

A woman, empowered, in all its might.

The power of power that resides in God.

I bow to thee my fellow citizen of the New Order.

We are the New Generation of Old Women who are here to restore peace. The dream which will evolve and grow into a beautiful tapestry of a younger version of ourselves.

Let’s Conscious Parent.

L.I.P

A.