February 03, 2026

AS OLD FORMS SHATTER

18 minutes

Dear Reader;

Some of you may recall the transmission for 2025, THE INVITATION. Sweet and playful, it was a children’s fable for us all. A gentle reminder that our joy is an inside job. The transmission for 2026 holds a very different flavour.

Mind you, the annual transmissions for some years prior have given us fair warning. You will find the annual transmissions from 2019 through 2025 in DEAR HUMAN CHILD, and together they paint quite an intricate and intense picture. But this one, for 2026, tells us that we have arrived. It is very in depth, and at 18 minutes long, listening to it is an experience. Set aside some quiet time, in a comfortable spot. Listen not only to the words, but the flow beneath the words. Keep your journal nearby. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.

AS OLD FORMS SHATTER

Where once a temple stood

now there are ruins

Where once the fish swam

now lie the desert sands

Where once there was trust

belief

the safety of assumption

now do these crystalline forms

shatter

and as we stand barefoot

in the sand and stone

in the slivers of glass

we are faced with a truth

only revealed by destruction

a bliss

only encountered

through the fire of suffering

a return to sanity

only found

in the madness

in the surrender

in the stripping away

till all that remains is Job

The mystery and power

of oppositional forces

the immense contractions of

the Great Mother in labour

move us en masse

along her birth canal

for the day is coming

when all lies

will be revealed

and all darkness

exposed

In this we may choose

despair

panic

and greed

grasping tightly to all

we fear to lose

we may rise up

like the heron

ancient and long-legged

We may use the slow sweep

of our huge wings

to rise higher and higher

until we see from this place

a view

which could never have been understood

until now

For now it is time

to realize

when you watch from a distance

what you see

is your self

When you observe the whole

you discover the part you play

for the crumbling

of what we thought was real

is indeed a revelation

of the absolute truth within

For each soul

is all souls

and all life

is the one life

that stirs in your loins

ready to purify

to say

that which is foreign to the godly light

is now exposed

and like a vampire in sunshine

finally free to die

And so here lies the juncture

the critical mass

the moment in time

never more powerful

never more rich

with pleasure and pain

All the polarities

the opposites

have risen

spark to a wooden match

and there is no soul untouched

each one given

the exact dose of medicine

the symptoms require

Every One stands knee deep

in the mud of their own denial

until face-to-face

with our core nemesis

we decide not to look away this time

and just like that

the whole world shifts

toward truth

We could say

that the world is

learning to look at itself

to be humbled

to acknowledge the lies

we have all been telling ourselves

It's a messy business

but it had to be done

And oh the celebrations of life

that come

when death has been tasted

Indeed

there is nothing sweeter

So as old forms shatter

let us be fluid

let us become soft-bellied

like a sleeping child

then no matter how

we may seem to fall

we always finally land

in the Mother's arms once again

This is the state of trust

which elevates

even the most painful

of circumstances

for in these days

of radical cleansing

we are asked to observe

the contrast between

moments of highly alert awareness

and then other moments

of feeling thick and heavy

drugged and disembodied

as negative energies

take form and

embrace us

smother us

to the degree

we will allow

Observe yourself

observe your state

many times a day

so that you may practice the art

of choosing

This is your chance

to rise up

from the seduction

of hopelessness

or worry

to drop the cloak

of memory and pain

from your shoulders

To make deep stillness

a daily gift

and daily movement

as necessary as

the breath you have been given

by your Creator

For we travel now

between worlds

always on a sacred path

yet perhaps at times

interrupted by the darkest of demons

and in these spells

for they are spells indeed

there is nothing but

the frequency

of our hearts and prayers

and what we choose

can make the difference

between living

a Heaven or a Hell

For make no mistake

this purging only exists

to call into full remembering

the profound

painful beauty

always present

in the godly dance

of the human form

So if you dare

this turning point

is poised

to break open the mystery

to call forth

the heroines and heroes

to lead us into

a depth from which

there is no turning back

but then

why would we want

to turn back?

This is a time

for loving beyond understanding

just loving anyway

and then the magic happens

and as the state of the body

the openness of the heart

fall into a sacred rhythm

only then does the mind

have something to say

only then

will understanding come

And are we

in this state of love

asked also to be fierce?

To cry out

to walk

to leap

to cease our hiding

our passivity

to pull down

the masks we wear

and instead reveal

what is real

even in the face

of oppositional and negative states?

Yes

yes and yes

Do not rush

to name yourself as holy

do not pretend

you are beyond it all

above it all

too sensitive for it all

Do not imagine

this deconstruction

applies only to others

not you

for it is those

who drop to their knees

in humility

who will be the first

to fly free

from the grip

of old shame

And then here rises

that for which we all

have waited so very long

the simple freedom

to bask in a heavenly love

a Christly love

a love of supreme

and penetrating forgiveness

as we bear witness

to the children of God

who stumble and fall

who judge one another

with bitter projection

who betray one another

in their fear

and accuse one another

of the very crimes

they themselves commit

all the while murmuring

never again

even as they cycle in the

karmic torment

of their own blinding fear

All this

all this

while love awaits

eternally patient

It is a story as old

as the hills of Jerusalem

as the temples of Gaia

as the skies

of the universal laws

Yet what is new

in this time

is the standing between worlds

and the power this places

in your waiting hands

Every day

when you open your eyes

you awake to

the most extraordinary opportunity

imaginable

for you have become

so malleable

that in that waking moment

you can choose the lens

through which you experience everything

your senses perceive

This principle

has always been so

but now

as never before

you stand at an intersection

and in order to move

you must choose

which road is yours

You cannot travel two

at once

and if you try

your journey will always default

to the path of greatest learning

thus the one full of rocks

sticks and holes

Similarly if you cannot

bring yourself to choose

because you fear

an unknown direction

you will stagnate and become stuck

at this intersection

of your fear

and your desire

You may find yourself turning

in circles

your boots growing heavy

with the mud of your indecision

You can of course default to

the familiar way

the one you have walked

so many times before

the road of comfortable pain

of the safety

of knowing the locked doors

the failure

the conflict

the misery

that has been your friend

for so long

This road will always

welcome you

with a hearty greeting

the relief of no surprises

except the discovery

that once again

this path takes you in a circle

over and over

always returning

to the same place

where you do have the chance

to begin again

on this rare and beautiful morning

you may open your eyes

and turn your gaze toward

a new direction

spacious and uncluttered

where the first thing you notice

is that your steps have become lighter

you are no longer carrying anything

your back stretches straight and tall

your energy returns

your brow lifts

your eyes smile

even as you realize

that here

you know nothing

nothing at all

Upon the horizon

lies every dream

you have ever had

but you feel no attachment

no urgency or greed

All around you is only

space and Light

and you know in your heart

that you already have

everything

you need

Like the giants

from fairytales of old

you seem to be wearing

seven-league boots

for every step you take

you travel miles and miles

There is no one else

on this road with you

and yet your heart

is warm with connection

and trust

because truly

you have no idea

where you are going

and that feels fine

You see your dreams

and so much beauty

but the landscape keeps

transforming around you

with every breath

indeed time

has become fluid

And when you choose to move quickly

you pass through days

weeks

centuries in a moment

and when you choose to slow down

a deep focus

envelops you

and time stops

right where you stand

You do not look back

for every memory

has been transformed by the present

and every unwanted thought

has dissipated

like smoke

long after the candle is done

But if you were

to turn your head

to look over your shoulder

what you would see

would be the sparkling

tumbling shards

of those shattered forms

so beautiful

in their erasure

in their letting go

that you would be in awe

of the peace you feel

the absolute willingness within

the complete lack of desire

to fix anything

control anything

judge anything

or defend anything

for it was after all

only matchsticks

only tumbleweed

only the house of cards

you once built

before you understood

before you found

the courage

the surrender

to take your own chosen

higher road

And this

dear spirits

with human stories

is the journey

of our times

This juncture

this turning point

is the culmination

of a vast collection

of illusions

confusions and lies

The stirring of the shadow

has set free

untold mechanisms of liberation

like a flock

of startled birds

souls suddenly unleashed

free to rise

free to float

free to soar

And so we ask

as you prepare

to take your next step

Where will you turn your gaze?

What invitation

will you decide to accept?

What will you choose

to forgive

to relinquish

to forget?

How will you bear witness

to the crumbling

of your old beliefs?

How will you disperse

your own clouds of shame

upon the high wind

of the vivid choice you made

to be alive

right now

right at the crossroads

of your chosen

Divine path?

And the music you hear?

it is the scattering of your fears

a handful of chimes

thrown to a benevolent wind

the breath

of your Creator

the breath you share

as One

It is the song

you are asked to sing

even as the ship

seems to be sinking

as the walls

seem to be crumbling

as you transform

your being

to a world where the non-physical

has become what is true

In this way you have been waiting

for this moment forever

this remembering

of the waking dream

the alchemy

the re-creation

but this time

with open eyes

This time

in the knowing

It is all

Divine

Much love,

Adi

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February 03, 2026

AS OLD FORMS SHATTER

18 minutes

Dear Reader;

AS OLD FORMS SHATTER

Where once a temple stood

now there are ruins

Where once the fish swam

now lie the desert sands

Where once there was trust

belief

the safety of assumption

now do these crystalline forms

shatter

and as we stand barefoot

in the sand and stone

in the slivers of glass

we are faced with a truth

only revealed by destruction

a bliss

only encountered

through the fire of suffering

a return to sanity

only found

in the madness

in the surrender

in the stripping away

till all that remains is Job

The mystery and power

of oppositional forces

the immense contractions of

the Great Mother in labour

move us en masse

along her birth canal

for the day is coming

when all lies

will be revealed

and all darkness

exposed

In this we may choose

despair

panic

and greed

grasping tightly to all

we fear to lose

we may rise up

like the heron

ancient and long-legged

We may use the slow sweep

of our huge wings

to rise higher and higher

until we see from this place

a view

which could never have been understood

until now

For now it is time

to realize

when you watch from a distance

what you see

is your self

When you observe the whole

you discover the part you play

for the crumbling

of what we thought was real

is indeed a revelation

of the absolute truth within

For each soul

is all souls

and all life

is the one life

that stirs in your loins

ready to purify

to say

that which is foreign to the godly light

is now exposed

and like a vampire in sunshine

finally free to die

And so here lies the juncture

the critical mass

the moment in time

never more powerful

never more rich

with pleasure and pain

All the polarities

the opposites

have risen

spark to a wooden match

and there is no soul untouched

each one given

the exact dose of medicine

the symptoms require

Every One stands knee deep

in the mud of their own denial

until face-to-face

with our core nemesis

we decide not to look away this time

and just like that

the whole world shifts

toward truth

We could say

that the world is

learning to look at itself

to be humbled

to acknowledge the lies

we have all been telling ourselves

It's a messy business

but it had to be done

And oh the celebrations of life

that come

when death has been tasted

Indeed

there is nothing sweeter

So as old forms shatter

let us be fluid

let us become soft-bellied

like a sleeping child

then no matter how

we may seem to fall

we always finally land

in the Mother's arms once again

This is the state of trust

which elevates

even the most painful

of circumstances

for in these days

of radical cleansing

we are asked to observe

the contrast between

moments of highly alert awareness

and then other moments

of feeling thick and heavy

drugged and disembodied

as negative energies

take form and

embrace us

smother us

to the degree

we will allow

Observe yourself

observe your state

many times a day

so that you may practice the art

of choosing

This is your chance

to rise up

from the seduction

of hopelessness

or worry

to drop the cloak

of memory and pain

from your shoulders

To make deep stillness

a daily gift

and daily movement

as necessary as

the breath you have been given

by your Creator

For we travel now

between worlds

always on a sacred path

yet perhaps at times

interrupted by the darkest of demons

and in these spells

for they are spells indeed

there is nothing but

the frequency

of our hearts and prayers

and what we choose

can make the difference

between living

a Heaven or a Hell

For make no mistake

this purging only exists

to call into full remembering

the profound

painful beauty

always present

in the godly dance

of the human form

So if you dare

this turning point

is poised

to break open the mystery

to call forth

the heroines and heroes

to lead us into

a depth from which

there is no turning back

but then

why would we want

to turn back?

This is a time

for loving beyond understanding

just loving anyway

and then the magic happens

and as the state of the body

the openness of the heart

fall into a sacred rhythm

only then does the mind

have something to say

only then

will understanding come

And are we

in this state of love

asked also to be fierce?

To cry out

to walk

to leap

to cease our hiding

our passivity

to pull down

the masks we wear

and instead reveal

what is real

even in the face

of oppositional and negative states?

Yes

yes and yes

Do not rush

to name yourself as holy

do not pretend

you are beyond it all

above it all

too sensitive for it all

Do not imagine

this deconstruction

applies only to others

not you

for it is those

who drop to their knees

in humility

who will be the first

to fly free

from the grip

of old shame

And then here rises

that for which we all

have waited so very long

the simple freedom

to bask in a heavenly love

a Christly love

a love of supreme

and penetrating forgiveness

as we bear witness

to the children of God

who stumble and fall

who judge one another

with bitter projection

who betray one another

in their fear

and accuse one another

of the very crimes

they themselves commit

all the while murmuring

never again

even as they cycle in the

karmic torment

of their own blinding fear

All this

all this

while love awaits

eternally patient

It is a story as old

as the hills of Jerusalem

as the temples of Gaia

as the skies

of the universal laws

Yet what is new

in this time

is the standing between worlds

and the power this places

in your waiting hands

Every day

when you open your eyes

you awake to

the most extraordinary opportunity

imaginable

for you have become

so malleable

that in that waking moment

you can choose the lens

through which you experience everything

your senses perceive

This principle

has always been so

but now

as never before

you stand at an intersection

and in order to move

you must choose

which road is yours

You cannot travel two

at once

and if you try

your journey will always default

to the path of greatest learning

thus the one full of rocks

sticks and holes

Similarly if you cannot

bring yourself to choose

because you fear

an unknown direction

you will stagnate and become stuck

at this intersection

of your fear

and your desire

You may find yourself turning

in circles

your boots growing heavy

with the mud of your indecision

You can of course default to

the familiar way

the one you have walked

so many times before

the road of comfortable pain

of the safety

of knowing the locked doors

the failure

the conflict

the misery

that has been your friend

for so long

This road will always

welcome you

with a hearty greeting

the relief of no surprises

except the discovery

that once again

this path takes you in a circle

over and over

always returning

to the same place

where you do have the chance

to begin again

on this rare and beautiful morning

you may open your eyes

and turn your gaze toward

a new direction

spacious and uncluttered

where the first thing you notice

is that your steps have become lighter

you are no longer carrying anything

your back stretches straight and tall

your energy returns

your brow lifts

your eyes smile

even as you realize

that here

you know nothing

nothing at all

Upon the horizon

lies every dream

you have ever had

but you feel no attachment

no urgency or greed

All around you is only

space and Light

and you know in your heart

that you already have

everything

you need

Like the giants

from fairytales of old

you seem to be wearing

seven-league boots

for every step you take

you travel miles and miles

There is no one else

on this road with you

and yet your heart

is warm with connection

and trust

because truly

you have no idea

where you are going

and that feels fine

You see your dreams

and so much beauty

but the landscape keeps

transforming around you

with every breath

indeed time

has become fluid

And when you choose to move quickly

you pass through days

weeks

centuries in a moment

and when you choose to slow down

a deep focus

envelops you

and time stops

right where you stand

You do not look back

for every memory

has been transformed by the present

and every unwanted thought

has dissipated

like smoke

long after the candle is done

But if you were

to turn your head

to look over your shoulder

what you would see

would be the sparkling

tumbling shards

of those shattered forms

so beautiful

in their erasure

in their letting go

that you would be in awe

of the peace you feel

the absolute willingness within

the complete lack of desire

to fix anything

control anything

judge anything

or defend anything

for it was after all

only matchsticks

only tumbleweed

only the house of cards

you once built

before you understood

before you found

the courage

the surrender

to take your own chosen

higher road

And this

dear spirits

with human stories

is the journey

of our times

This juncture

this turning point

is the culmination

of a vast collection

of illusions

confusions and lies

The stirring of the shadow

has set free

untold mechanisms of liberation

like a flock

of startled birds

souls suddenly unleashed

free to rise

free to float

free to soar

And so we ask

as you prepare

to take your next step

Where will you turn your gaze?

What invitation

will you decide to accept?

What will you choose

to forgive

to relinquish

to forget?

How will you bear witness

to the crumbling

of your old beliefs?

How will you disperse

your own clouds of shame

upon the high wind

of the vivid choice you made

to be alive

right now

right at the crossroads

of your chosen

Divine path?

And the music you hear?

it is the scattering of your fears

a handful of chimes

thrown to a benevolent wind

the breath

of your Creator

the breath you share

as One

It is the song

you are asked to sing

even as the ship

seems to be sinking

as the walls

seem to be crumbling

as you transform

your being

to a world where the non-physical

has become what is true

In this way you have been waiting

for this moment forever

this remembering

of the waking dream

the alchemy

the re-creation

but this time

with open eyes

This time

in the knowing

It is all

Divine

Much love,

Adi

This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit adikanda.substack.com/subscribe

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