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  • Crystal and Fire

    Dear Reader;

    Lindsay Clancy may offer us one of the greatest teachings of our time.

    * Warning: the above video is more than three minutes long and may result in the improvement of your attention span. ;)

    Join me tonight, Wednesday, September 9, 7 PM Eastern, for the CRYSTAL AND FIRE Salon on the topic of mental health and addiction. We will share a transmission on the subject of sensitive souls who struggle in this way, and we will touch upon the Lindsey Clancy case.

    For readers who purchased the Pre-Launch offer of Monster Most Feared, admission is included in your bonuses. Check your email for the Zoom link. For all attendees, registration is required.

    Children of the marriage between

    crystal and fire
    these are souls not of this world
    who feel exquisite pain
    who love truly and deeply
    who rise outside the systems
    and become so lonely
    they forget who they are
    These are the luminous mystics
    the sparkling outliers
    the lustful rebels of our world
    who wanted so badly to be born
    but once here
    can think of nothing
    except when can I go home
    When can I go home?
    Yet it is precisely because
    they have travelled the furthest journey
    that they remember what it is
    to feel Spirit’s touch
    thus to bring the perfect medicine
    for our Great Mother
    and all the souls gathered
    in her arms...

    much love, Adi



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    13 min
  • AS OLD FORMS SHATTER

    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
    or
    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
    Or
    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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    19 min
  • The Gift of the Shadow

    When we learn to face, embrace, and uplift our own shadow, everything changes. We discover a world of Grace.

    I know you know this. We all know this. But applying it in moments of extreme pain can demand next-level mastery.

    These are days of extraordinary energetic intensity, calling upon all our knowledge and courage to stay centred.

    I am happy to share that I am hosting a pay-what-you-feel online Salon to share the new transmission for 2026, OLD FORMS SHATTER. Please join us on Tuesday, January 20, 7 p.m., to hear this new guidance, and chat with old friends.

    Registration is required to attend this Salon. You can sign up via Eventbrite HERE.

    Much love, Adi



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    2 min
  • THE INVITATION

    Dear Reader;

    As we enter into a season of cold and dark here in Canada, I wanted to create a visual illustration of this beautiful annual transmission for 2025. It feels like a perfect moment to pause, to look forward toward what we are choosing to create from this moment, as we look back to reframe all that we have lived since January.

    This transmission is a simple, child-like tale of Kings, Queens, and their people, our sacred masculine and feminine guides, and the common humanity which forges the collective consciousness of humankind.

    Above all, this fable reminds us of the power of choice in our moment-to-moment manifestations and the ultimate opportunity for the creation of all that is good, no matter how dark the distractions that surround us.

    As you watch and listen, see if you can surrender to the kind of hopes and dreams you may remember from your childhood. The permission to believe in the possibility of an overarching Divine light that never dies, never gives up on us, and always holds an open door, whenever we are ready to enter the realm of beauty and trust.

    Wishing the happiest Samhain to you all. May the ancestors of your most aristocratic lifetimes whisper in your ear tonight, reminding you that you are safe to return home to the hearth of your castle, to feast upon delicacies while listening to the music of the gods.

    May all of life be a celebration, whenever we are ready. Wherever we choose.

    much love, Adi

    THE INVITATION

    Once upon a time

    a King and Queen held a great party
    He chose the most exquisite foods
    to serve
    She dressed the hall
    with the richest silks upon the walls
    and the finest linens upon the tables
    Musicians came
    who played the music of the gods
    The wine was of the most rare
    and holy grapes
    The royal bees gave of their hives
    sacred wax into candles
    which lit up the hall
    with the light of a thousand stars
    and the scent of the honey
    of the Goddess
    warm and sweet
    All was ready
    even the masses of fresh flowers
    overflowing bowls and vases
    in every shade
    in colours never before seen
    by human eyes
    Everything was ready
    everything was perfect
    and plentiful
    and generous
    and fine
    But no one came
    The King waited
    his heart open wide
    The Queen offered
    her arms open wide
    But no one came
    And so time stopped
    the candles paused their burning
    the scent of the flowers hung
    frozen in time upon the air
    and the Eternal said
    I will never end
    even if I were to wait for you
    forever and a day
    know this
    know this
    my candles will always burn
    For the people had all been invited
    every last soul
    had been called to the banquet
    for here lay
    their very favourite nourishment
    for each
    and every one
    But outside the palace walls
    the people were busy
    with pursuits of their own
    Beyond the gates
    of so much plenty
    the people were fighting
    they were busy with their fighting
    because they had so much
    to do
    The people had fears
    they had suffering that they remembered
    oh so very well
    Their suffering filled their days
    and so they fought
    they killed to end the killing
    they hurt to end the pain
    In their hunger
    they starved the children of others
    and they starved their own children
    within
    The people left their homes
    to seek what they thought
    they did not have
    and in their seeking
    even their homes were lost
    The people were so busy
    with all that they feared
    was missing
    and wrong
    so busy with what they thought
    was gone
    the people did not see their invitations
    to the most abundant
    most loving
    most sacred party
    that was waiting
    just for them
    They were too busy
    in their fight
    over everything they thought
    they did not have
    But the day came
    when a new sun rose
    and on the mists
    of that dawning morning
    an old woman spoke
    and she said
    Tell them
    tell them to listen
    but not with their ears
    tell them to know
    but not with their minds
    that there is a royal celebration
    and the people are invited
    every last one
    every man
    woman and child
    And the words of the elder
    rose up over the battlefields
    over the factories
    over the tall towers
    of business and machine
    until the words of the invitation
    began to float like truth
    from a benevolent sky
    and somewhere a child replied
    There is a party
    I am invited
    and so
    are all of you
    The mother listened to her child
    and spoke the words with him
    I am invited
    and so are you
    and from the hearth
    of their simple home
    a light rose
    to show them the way
    and then a farmer
    in the field
    heard the invitation
    and then a weaver
    and a woodworker
    and then even a priest of fear
    heard the words
    as they crumbled his lies
    and the light from the hearth rose up
    a beacon
    a flood light
    as the doors of the great hall
    were opened even wider
    opened wider and brighter
    than ever before
    For the great King
    at one with his powerful Queen
    promised they would wait forever
    never closing their door
    for the party was ready
    and the people had heard the invitation
    and the music was playing
    and the wine was poured
    and the feast was waiting
    and all that was ever needed
    was the willingness to hear
    the invitation
    and to say
    I allow
    I accept
    I will join in the bounty
    I will enter the doors
    of infinite celebration
    I will come
    I am present
    I receive
    I thank you
    I am forgiven
    I am worthy
    I am loved
    I am united and whole
    The Creator’s work
    is already done
    The party
    has begun
    Once upon a time
    a King and Queen held a great
    great party
    He chose the most exquisite
    delicacies to serve
    She dressed the hall
    with the richest silks upon the walls
    and the finest linens
    and crystal goblets shone
    upon the tables elegant and long
    Musicians came
    who played and sung
    the music of the gods
    The wine was of the most rare
    and holy grapes
    The royal bees gave of their hives
    sacred wax into candles
    which lit up the scene
    with the lights of a thousand stars
    and the scent of the honey
    of the Goddess
    melting warm and sweet
    All was ready
    even the masses of fresh flowers
    from lands beyond lands
    overflowing vases and bowls
    petals in every hue
    in colours never before seen
    by human eyes
    Everything was ready
    everything was perfect
    and plentiful
    and generous
    and fine
    But no one came.
    The King waited
    his gate open wide
    The Queen offered
    her heart open wide
    But no one came.
    And so the candles paused their flames
    the scent of the flowers hung
    frozen in time upon the air
    while the Eternal said
    I will never end
    even if I were to wait for you
    forever and a day
    know this
    know this
    my feast will always await
    For the people had all been invited
    every last soul
    had been called to the banquet
    and here lay
    their very favourite nourishment
    each and every one
    But outside the palace walls
    the people were busy
    with pursuits of their own
    Beyond the gates
    of so much plenty
    the people were arguing
    they were busy with their fighting
    because they had so much confusion
    to live
    The people had fears
    they had suffering that they remembered
    oh so very well
    in fact
    their suffering filled their days
    and so they killed to end the killing
    they hurt others
    to attempt to end their pain
    In their hunger
    they starved the children
    of their enemies
    as they starved their own children
    within
    The people left their homes
    to seek what they thought
    they did not have
    and in their seeking
    even their homes were lost
    The people were so busy
    with all that they feared
    was missing and wrong
    so busy with what they thought
    was gone
    the people did not see their invitations
    to the most abundant
    most loving
    most sacred party
    that was waiting
    just for them
    They were too busy
    in their fight
    over everything they thought
    they did not have
    But the day came
    when a new sun rose
    and on the mists
    of that dawning morning
    an old woman spoke softly
    and she said
    tell them
    tell them to listen
    but not with their ears
    tell them to know
    but not with their minds
    that there is a royal celebration
    and the people are invited
    every last one
    every man
    woman and child
    And the words of the elder
    rose up over the battlefields
    over the factories
    over the tall towers
    of business and machine
    until the words of the invitation
    began to float like truth
    from a benevolent sky
    and somewhere a child replied
    There is a party
    I am invited
    and so
    are all of you
    The mother listened to her child
    and spoke the words with him
    I am invited
    and so are you
    and from the hearth
    of their simple home
    a glowing
    pure
    sphere of light rose
    to show them the way
    And then a farmer
    in the field
    heard the invitation
    and then a weaver
    and a woodworker
    and then even a priest of fear
    heard the words
    as they crumbled his lies
    and the undulating light from the hearth
    rose up
    a beacon
    a flood light
    as the doors of the great hall
    opened even wider
    opened larger and brighter
    than ever before
    For the great King
    at one with his powerful Queen
    promised they would wait forever
    for the party was ready
    and the people had heard the invitation
    and the music was dancing
    and the wine was pouring
    and the feast was waiting
    and all that was ever needed
    was the willingness to hear
    the invitation
    and to say
    I allow
    I accept
    I will join in the bounty
    I will enter the doors
    of infinite celebration
    I will come
    I am present
    I receive
    I thank you
    I am forgiven
    I am worthy
    I am loved
    united and whole
    And the Creator’s work
    is already done
    The party
    has begun



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    9 min
  • The Gathering Video

    Dear Reader;

    Listen and watch, not to understand with the mind, but to feel with the cells of the body.

    THE GATHERING

    Under the soil

    the earth is calling

    calling to the seeds 

    who sleep

    asters, poppies

    each will grow in time

    can you not feel them

    each will one day be queen 

    and the beauty is

    they know it not, 

    and no one is Lord 

    over the other

    Children play, 

    do not waken

    for dreams are truth

    divine

    The ancient lives 

    in the broken seed

    In your childhood

    know that 

    you are no better than

    the seed

    fallen in liberty 

    as the wild goose calls

    hoarse with joy

    We were taught

    to question 

    yet

    Ask your mother only one thing 

    How do I love myself

    when I know my

    words alone have failed?

    Like a

    frozen flower

    waits

    until we know that

    for each in turn

    once born perfect

    once perfect

    once grown

    perfect to all the

    world 

    And blind faith is the key 

    blind

    and I will hold,

    only blind 

    I can still gather you in my arms

    and the knowing is in each stick

    each leaf

    brown and shrivelled

    so beautiful

    You are forever my children 

    as the seed

    as the seed forever

    bursts in my arms

    The Gathering.

    You forgive me? 

    asks God with a smile

    There are whole civilizations 

    who cannot

    and to them

    I say 

    be as this child

    her arms full of sticks

    whispering

    madness

    Lie under 

    the snow blanket

    and wait 

    the promise is made

    your turn will come

    Out of the dark

    and frozen ground

    Believe only in

    the seed                                          

    much love, Adi



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    5 min
  • QUICK DEATH

    Dear Reader;

    Once I had a lucid dream wherein I was falling from a great height, just like Nicholas Cage in ‘City of Angels.’ As I plummeted earthward, I could feel the harsh air on my face, pulling my hair straight up with the force of my speed. At first I panicked, and a pure, full-body terror took over. I thought, “This is it. Prepare yourself for the impact, because you are going to die.” I waited for the pain, for the immense trauma of hitting the ground, wherever it lay, from whatever great height I had fallen.

    It didn’t come. I waited, and still, it didn’t come. I continued to fall, more and more, further and further, until I realized there was nothing to hit, no bottom, no end. Then, in that realization, my entire being filled with an ecstatic freedom, beyond gravity, beyond primal fear. I was not flying, but neither was I dying. I was in freefall, in absolute surrender, and blessedly, miraculously, there was no end. This was not a dream about the cruelty of death, but rather a message about the eternal nature of being. If only I would allow.

    How many times do we die within each life? How many ways do we die, within each way of being? How many deaths do we live, of the ego, of our false beliefs, of our illusions, attachments, and suppositions?

    And so we may wonder, shall we choose to drag out each death, suffering by suffering, or will we reach a point of surrender, to allow the largest expression of Trust to lead us, wherever we may fall?



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  • Dear Human Child - BECOME INSTEAD THE WILLOW
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    Dear Reader;

    As I write this introduction to the chapter, we are entering an eclipse season, and the energies are intense, overwhelming, and transformational.

    So many feel as if they are drowning, being weighed down, or that a certain hopelessness has taken hold. Some of it is existential as we absorb the catastrophic stories of our world. Some of it is experiential in painful relationships or personal obstacles. Some of it is physical, through illnesses, sleep problems, or even accidents. We feel as if we are being shaken upside down by the hand of God.

    The child in you

    has not believed in safety
    for a very long time
    She believes herself to be
    as vulnerable upon the Earth
    as a living but captured insect
    pinned through the heart
    displayed upon a mounting board
    for examination
    under the scrutiny of her peers
    and her God
    unable to escape
    unable to even move
    but for the struggle
    the endless struggle
    to stay alive...

    Please know that illusion is rising to a peak, as the darkness fights for its life. Despite everything you are feeling, you are not unloved, and you are not alone. I have noticed how the timing of my recording of each transmission seems to align with themes of our collective unfolding. I predict that this one will be perfectly timed for you.

    This transmission lovingly reminds us that we are always the guardians of our own safety, always the creators of our world. If it is our fear that causes our pain, then our surrender holds immense potential for joy.

    It can be helpful to recognize that resistance is a simple word to describe the polarities of attachment and aversion that live within us all. An important way to begin the dismantling of resistance is to release any self-shame or blame we hold about our reactivity, so we are better positioned to transform it. Whether we respond with habitual passivity or rage, healing lies in our willingness to witness that which lives beneath and observe the teaching offered in every moment.

    The next few weeks offer such potency, as we are ready to release the safety of our old habits, and plunge headlong into the new.

    ~ A few encouraging words from an excerpt of Monster in the Light, in the upcoming MONSTER MOST FEARED, Book Two in the Love Letters Series.

    I have been strongly guided since late last year toward a new direction in my work. It comes with both deep excavation and great delight.

    In this spirit, I would love to invite you to a new offering, one that calls upon the frequency of a pure and loving blessing. This gift is for those of you who have worked hard and long, but in your heart, know that it is time simply to receive. The shadow work is done. You are ready for the Light.

    It is such a beautiful experience for both of us, and I am honoured to share it.

    Please be comforted by Become Instead the Willow. I am offering a teaser with this episode to my free subscribers. Enjoy the sample, but there is more!

    The DHC Audio Series contains a wonderful range of transmissions, each leading us toward an understanding of The Shift, with such love.

    If you would like to hear the rest of this transmission and receive all my readings from the full book of DEAR HUMAN CHILD, please join the Series here:

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    much love, Adi

    P.S.

    Look what came in the mail. The physical proof of the special edition hardcover has arrived, and the full order will be shipped by sea this week. If you have not pre-ordered through Kickstarter, please contact me to get on the waitlist for your copy.

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  • The Artist Speaks

    Dear Reader;

    I am excited to share this new video with you today. It offers an excerpt from a transmission from December, 2005, one which speaks to my heart more clearly now than ever before.

    Creativity is the face of Spirituality in our present times. There is no separating the two, and this means that spiritual expansion is available to us all, in every moment of every day.

    Every image in this video depicts a human being engaged in the creative process, and of course, there are countless avenues beyond what is represented here. Creativity is a state of mind that can infuse how we dress, work, eat, play, and make love. It is the fuel to our growth, and the medicine for our stagnation, distraction, and fear.

    Think of this video as a love letter to you, my dear readers, calling to the part of you that may be overwhelmed, or worried, or lonely. I promise you, when you connect with the spark of the Creator that lives within, your doubts will fall away, and you will remember the light of love within, that is always expanding, ever-present, and never, ever dies.

    The journey
    of the creative awakening
    is always found
    in the willingness to awaken also
    to the Self
    It has been said
    so often
    that the artist
    is selfish
    the artist
    lives only in her own world
    the artist is the solitary
    the uncaring soul
    and while this is not
    a perspective of wisdom or understanding
    it does contain within it
    an important grain of truth
    about how to become
    the artist
    that you have always wished to be
    Since the beginning of time
    the artistic nature of women and men
    has arisen
    as an expression
    of the soul
    an internal impulse
    to portray, represent, communicate
    the truths
    of the human heart
    And it is through the honouring
    of the drive to create
    that the power of the medium
    is revealed
    when it comes
    from the heart’s desire
    rather than the head’s interpretation
    of how to please
    those who might respond
    And so
    in order to fully create
    to open the powers
    of connection
    which is what creation is
    the further one can travel
    into the authenticity of the Self
    the more quickly one can tell the truth
    about what the heart
    is aching to say...

    How can you approach your daily tasks today, seeing the world through the lens of your inner Creator? How will you allow your Artist to come out to play?

    much love, Adi



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  • Dear Human Child - DEMON OF DIVISION
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    Dear Reader;

    It is astonishing to realize this transmission was received almost two years ago. Recently, I heard a commentator state that “World War III has already begun.” When we look at the burgeoning level of carnage worldwide, this perspective is difficult to dispute.

    What does a world war look like in an era when so many countries hold the power to make our entire planet unlivable with the activation of a five-minute sequence of codes? Perhaps war becomes clusters of conflict scattered around the globe, each one marginally restrained from ultimate destruction, as our species is forced to look itself in the eye.

    Warfare has evolved in its form, and yet the human shadow that lives behind violence, vengeance, and intentional harm is exactly what it has always been. In an era of instantaneous, globally visible information, we bear witness as never before.

    It is not just

    that we are meant
    to no longer take sides
    to no longer say
    I stand with this one
    I stand with that one
    but when we agree
    to see the inherent shadow
    within us all
    we tell the truth
    and when we tell the truth
    we are humbled
    and when we are humbled
    we return to peace..

    Ultimately, the question of war and war crimes always leads us to a spiritual dilemma. How do we explain the brutal deaths of tens of thousands of children? Where do we find understanding in the tragedies of the innocent?

    It has always been my belief that once we truly digest a key principle of the soul on a personal level, what is true for the individual becomes true for the collective. If we can dare to live in trust that pain is our teacher; if we truly understand that every soul has a journey spanning lifetimes, including a range of lived experiences as victim, persecutor, and saviour, this may allow us to rise up from helplessness and despair. To see the world through a lens of nihilism, however, offers no contribution to our healing. To understand that every soul is ultimately held in the arms of the Creator may grant Grace, even to the darkest of human days.

    There is

    no holy war
    There is
    no holy hate
    And there is never
    ever
    such a thing
    as holy vengeance
    for there is no god
    of any name
    who celebrates this
    base human emotion
    To suggest otherwise
    reveals only
    how far we are willing
    to travel
    from the truth of
    Divine Love
    to justify our own
    unholy games
    The sacred
    is now fully absent
    from these lands
    where once
    the prophets roamed
    There is nothing righteous here...

    Once we dare to digest the view that there is inherent meaning found even in the horrors of the day, then we are poised to claim a process of transformation, rather than reflexive and ineffective hate.

    This is the invitation always, more and more as the frequency rises, commanding the shadow to reveal itself fully, and then, be transmuted before our eyes.

    Please share your thoughts on this powerful and timely transmission. What have we learned? What can we learn today?

    If you have not yet purchased the DHC Audio Series, you have received an abbreviated audio to offer a taste of the full experience. Please subscribe below to receive this audio in full, as well as the entire book of transmissions read aloud from DEAR HUMAN CHILD.

    much love, Adi

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  • CHOOSING LOVE

    Dear Reader;

    THE LIGHT THAT IS contains seven principles. This is the first.

    Enjoy. Be uplifted. Remember the frequency that is the truth of our world.

    Learn the practice of choosing Love

    and see how it eases your pain
    In every experience of challenge or loss
    we are given the chance to choose from our fear
    or liberate the voice of holy Love from within us
    We can become distracted and delayed by vengeance
    or we can Love
    We can hate the people
    the circumstances of our pain
    or we can Love
    We can believe in failure
    in a disordered Universe
    or we can feel Love as a force
    larger than any physical experience
    larger than thought
    larger even than shame
    We can look upon our crumbling house
    and wish it to be different
    or we can look upon it with a heart wide open
    and let it fall to the dust of Mother Earth
    where we may begin again

    This force is not romantic

    it is not personal
    it is beyond human
    it lives in our willingness to choose it
    until no matter what the question
    it gives us answers over and over again
    When confronting every attacker
    this field of immortal radiance is always stronger
    than the weapons of our fear
    not by meeting blood with blood
    but by transporting the physical
    through a portal
    where no one can lose
    and there is nothing to be gained
    You have heard stories of ascension
    of transcendence
    of miracles
    These are not stories
    but rather Love at work
    and the very particles of the material
    become digested
    as if under the beam of a laser
    and Love is revealed
    as all that remains

    What does this look like

    for the ordinary woman or man?
    Expect that you have access to the miraculous
    and you will
    Ask for the impossible
    and it will arrive
    Join your voices together in announcing
    what was once unthinkable
    and you will create it
    before your very eyes...

    Holding each and every one of you with so much Love.

    Adi



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