Each of us have a burning flame inside of us. The heart of our soul. Our natural God given talents. Our essence. Our personality. That part of us uniquely different from others. Each lifetime we lay another brick in our advancement towards a fire equal to the ancient spirits. Each brick is another step towards a structure that hasn’t formed yet. Earth and life are the teachers of our Spice..
I have built my foundation with my countless lifetimes and are moving onto the structure now. I can only speak for myself. I have three different fires burning in my heart. The lifetimes I have seen seem to be building two different rooms. One political, that as a leader and ambassador and then this. Will they merge? What you read is the greatest fire in my heart. Compatible to some, sour to others and it is the more ancient of the three.
Think about your Spice, because history treats each of our fire differently depending on the era. As a seer I have had advised Kings in one lifetimeand have been burned at the stake in another. Each still another brick.
When will the structure be completed? What are we all here building together?
So much of us stare bewildered at our one brick saying…that’s it? But what we fail to recognize is the epic structure we are working towards.
We spent a great deal of time trying to best explain their plan, we present it in symbolic terms, ‘soup’. But no matter how hard I try, spirit explained that this future is just beyond understanding.
There is something unfolding all around you that you cannot see from your place in the stars.. The universe is building something and we are only at the beginning. Working towards something truly spectacular and perfectly splendorous.
The epic soup has been prepped by our master chef.. The vegetables sit in this epic pot, orbiting the cold water, in a dark pool, just there. Cold.. hard.. wet. unrefined.. raw. It’s the Spice the cook is waiting for. The spices the cook is working on.
Spices collected from all corners all spaces, to make the ultimate ingredients of the most flavorful soup, in the hopes to create perfection. So many unique spices. But to accomplish that all these spices would have to first sit together in one pile in one bowl. Garlic, black pepper, salt, thyme? In this small blue bowl together? The chefs children had concerns over all the totally different spices together in one pile. Though the soup would ultimately come out perfect, to that they had no doubt. It was this small bowl? The taste would be raw, bitter, hell it would practically be unpalatable. But the father’s wisdom surpassed theirs.
“If the spices cannot come together here how can they possibly be expected to be meld in the soup later.”
It would be the children, the family together and their involvement that altered our course. They recultivated, removed the sour leaves, and aged the spice. When the moment was right. The family spread the spice all across the now steaming pot. Then the ingredients simmered, warmed, melded, and the taste was a perfect blend of spices and vegetables. It was truly perfect.
Something is forming far greater than the cold universe we now live in. It goes beyond my understanding. A Universe bursting with lifeforms we could not comprehend. A melding of what is now cold and solid will expand into something both evolved yet the same. A warm space, unrestricted by the boundaries we currently have. Where life bubbles over feverishly and all is warm, good and wholesome. We had a major role to play in this future. Caretakers of tomorrow. Caretakers that have finally learned that it’s together, the melding of our Spices that create such bold beauty…singularly we are just another spice, nothing more, without rhyme or reason.
Spirit Voice – The Universe was built by the father and his ancient children. The first family. It’s a testament to how important family is to us and the boundless accomplishments family can achieve when bricks are laid on the path of forever.
