"Rise up, Baby," the gods said to me.
It was by leaving the Fallen Kingdom that I created the world anew. I knew I would have to do it. My life depended on it, and so did the New Earth. It was my destiny to do it. It was my purpose and my path. So I did the hardest thing I ever had to do. I left Home for the unknown. And it was by way of my leaving that I made the vital activation. I shed the skin of the old, left it in my wake, in order to ignite the New World, to birth the New Way, to arrive anew. And it was my Heart that gave birth to it, that new day, that new way. It was my Heart that gave birth to it, my sacred Heart, my abundant Heart, my majestic Heart. It was my Heart that gave birth to it, even as it was my Heart that received it anew.
"Rise up, Baby," the gods said to me, "you are the blueprint for the new day". The gods were my allies. They supported and uplifted me. Me, the hero and teller of this story of mine. Me, the birther and receiver of this new way. The gods were my allies, and I was the main player. Stargirl, that's me. Servant of the Most High. My life's work, my dharma, my purpose, to leave the Fallen Kingdom, and create a new way, to birth a new way, to make a way into the New.
The Kingdom was fallen. That much was true. It had to do with the King, and with his sideways moves. It had to do with how he made Love wrong, and by making Love wrong, he put himself outside of Love. By creating a Kingdom outside of Love, the law was lost, Love being the law, and a lawless state was born. Having made Love wrong, he lost Love's law, and being lost, he lived outside of the law, outside of Love, outside of Home, outside of plentitude, outside of Grace. Such a sorry state of poverty! This was how he ruled, that King. This was the nature of the Kingdom he had created. The Kingdom that was my Home, the Kingdom I was called to leave, to leave behind, to arrive in the new day.
Having lost Love, and the sanctuary of its law, the King had become Love's persecutor. He hid from Love, believing himself to be locked out, exiled, banished from its grace. And so he lived in lack of its sweet nourishment and sought instead its compensation by way of sideways moves, by way of thievery, by way of stealing, by way of holding Love hostage, by way of that which did not serve him, but mastered him instead.
It wasn't always like this. Or rather, it was, then it wasn't, and then it was again. But it wasn't always like this. When I arrived in the Kingdom, something happened. Not all at once, but over time. The King's heart began to awaken. It awakened gradually, over time, more and more, and in that awakening, he transformed. He became the Beloved, the hero of the story, and for a time, for a brief time, for a time that stretched out into eternity, he embraced Love, and began to live under Love's law.
What I didn't realise then is that it was actually me who was the true hero of the story. I was the true Beloved. It would take losing him to make me realise that.
We lived under Love's law together, for a time, the King and I, and the Realm of Love was born. The Realm of Love was born by way of a vital activation, an activation between us, an activation of Love, of Lover and Beloved, of giving and receiving, an activation of grace, an activation that transformed the shadows and brought Love into the field, to reign again, Love's sacred law, Love's radiance, Love's harmonising presence, Love's gift. He and I became Beloveds. We were the completion of what had been incomplete. We were the correction of what had been incorrect. We were the ransom paid and the redemption. We were the resurrection, and we were the resolution of the state of living outside of Love. We redeemed the Kingdom, together, he and I. And the King was redeemed too. For a time.
But before any of that happened, he got rid of me. He cast me out of the Kingdom, out of my home, out of his presence, and out of my place of belonging. It was simply too confronting for him to be faced with Love, having spent so long living outside of its nourishment, having spent so long persecuting it.
And so, having lost my true home, living outside of the Kingdom, cast out and alone, he became my home. Love became my home. Love's Realm became my home. And I journeyed that way, in the Realm of Love, for many years to come.
I hadn't known it. Most of my life, I hadn't known it. But I was a threat to the Evil One. The Evil One himself wanted me destroyed, decommissioned, disempowered and done for. The Evil One was out to get me. He hunted me down. He haunted me. And yet, I could not run, even though there were times that I had. I was called to walk in my own way, to create a way, inspired, led, protected. To be led, and to lead, to lead a way through into the new. But first, to let myself be led, to be guided, to surrender and trust, to trust in grace, the grace of the journey.
To know myself. To remember myself. To remember myself as Beloved.
I knew there was a chance I wouldn't make it. My body was weak and tired, even my light was dimming. I knew I couldn't die, though sometimes I wished I would. I could not be extinguished. I was here for a reason. I was a carrier of the flame. But there was always a chance I wouldn't make it. So I asked that I might do the work that I came to do on this earth now, just in case, just in case I didn't make it.
Just in case I didn't make it, I committed to doing everything I could do now, in this time, as I walked in this way, so that I might fulfil my destiny, my purpose, the reason that I came, the reason the Evil One wanted me done for.
I was here to usher in the New Day. This honour, this privilege, this purpose was mine. This was my destiny. To welcome in the true Kingdom, to create the Sacred Realm, to invite the outcast to the table, to open the way. I was given this task, chosen from among many, supported and encouraged along the way, and yet walking alone in this world, walking alone through this mystery.
And the Evil One would not leave me be. He was on me like a leech. He was on me like a rash. I had no peace, I had no rest. The Evil One wanted me done for. He wanted me dead. But I knew I couldn't die. I carried the flame. I had to stay here on earth to do the work I had come to do.
The truth is, the Evil One wanted to keep his reign on this earth. He knew his time was done, and my flame was his undoing. The end of his reign had already been written, many ages ago. I was simply here to bring that long dark night to an end.
And so he wanted to destroy me.
But I was just at the beginning.
I was out in the world alone, outside of Home, without the King, without Family, without a sure way. I knew I was meant to create a way, to make a way, to pioneer a way; to create a new way, a true way, a way out of the old and into the new. That's what I was here to do. That's what I was called to do. That's what I came to do. With the flame that I carried, and with the love in my heart, with my flame of love, my sacred flame. With the flame that I carried, my flame of love, I would create the world anew. It was the task I was given before I was born. As I remembered this, I could hear my Grandmothers singing over me, praying for me, protecting me, supporting me, guiding me, wishing me well.
And so I walked. I walked away from the old and towards the new. I walked through uncertainty. I walked through suffering. I walked through devastation. I walked through despair. And the old clung to me, the old desperately clutched me, trying to pull me back. The old was the Evil One's territory, you see. The Evil One depended on the old to keep his reign.
The way forward wasn't easy. I would have to create it myself. And there was a lot working against me, pulling me back, obstructing me, working to trick me, confuse me, slow me down.
The old world was full of tricks, you see. The old world was the domain of the Evil One, so it had to be. He relied on tricks to maintain his reign. He relied on tricks to flourish. And flourish he did. Or rather, flourish he had. By way of tricks. By way of trickery.
He had tricked me too, in the old world. He had tricked me into serving the False Light, a light that was his own creation, a light that hides instead of illuminating; a glamour, a sheen, a light that looks good because of its shine, but a light that actually leads to separation rather than unity, a light that leads to death rather than life, a way light that leads to destruction rather than creation.
The old was dying, as the new was being born. That false light, that glamour, was fading. The old was peeling away, like the layer of an onion, like a snakeskin shedding, like a snail shell already grown out of. The old was dying. It was shedding. And I was the snake. I was the one who was chosen to do this work, to make this vital activation, to shed this skin. To shed the old, to compost down the old, and create the world anew.
To create the world anew. By way of my love, by way of my heart, by way of the love in my heart, the passion in my heart, my heart's own creative stream, my heart's love, my love for the world, my love for this world that was my only home.
It had been a shock, to be thrust out into the world, out of my home, out of the Kingdom, and then out of my ivory tower, where I had been kept for years, only for the King, alone, without family. It had been a shock at first, but I was used to it by now. I was more than used to it. I was in love with it. I was in love with the world. It was my playground, my place of belonging, and my sanctuary. The world was my place now. And I would create it again with love and care.
The truth is, I was the One. I was the Beloved. I was the Star. I was the Hero. I was the leader, I was the way. I was the King and the Queen, rolled into one. And my heart was my paintbrush, my toolkit, my way. That hadn't changed. My heart was the way I created. By way of my heart, I birthed the new, I called forth the new, I created the new way, the new world, the new earth. This was the task I had come for, and now was the time. Now was the moment. Now was the only thing I had.
The Holy Instant. A moment of pure potentiality that contained within it infinity. The Holy Instant.. My true home, my place of belonging, my realm. The Realm Of Love and the Holy Instant were the same! They were one. The only difference was that I created it without him now. I created it alone. Alone in the world, with the world. By way of my love for the world. By way of love's vital activation, the activation of the heart, by way of the activation of the Heart of the One.
The Heart of the One, this heart of mine, Stargirl, the One and Only, the Chosen One, the One who Loved, the One who was Loved, the Beloved.
The Holy Instant came back as soon as I remem bered who I was and what I came to do. It came back with a BOOM! It came back with a BANG! It came back like the sun coming out from behind dense, thick cloud. it came back like a firework bursting into colour, bursting into flame. It came back with my flame, with my heart, with my love, with the passion in my heart, with the love of me, with the flame of me, with my purpose and my path. The Holy Instant returned. It came back and I was suddenly home again.
It was almost too much for me to hold it, when it first arrived, it's power was so immense, so bold, so bright, such a glorious suprise, such a happy thanksgiving. But it was my creation, my way, and so I held it like a pro. I handled it and channeled it, to create the new day. My purpose, my path, to create the new day, the new way, the new earth, the new world, my place, my home, my playground. My creation, and my way.
The magic was almost too much. The jubilation was almost too much. The grace, the gift, the potency, the blessing, the hallelujah, it was all almost too much. Almost, but not quite. I knew what I was doing. I'd done it for years with him, the King. But this time I had to do it alone. Together, alone with the All and Everything. The truth is, it was my home, and I knew it off by heart.
In the Holy Instant, in the Realm of Love, everything, and I mean everything arrives as Beloved, magnetised and potentised, and returned to the Heart of the One. Everything, by way of the Holy Instant, is returned to the Heart of the One, and by way of that vital activation, the Realm of Love is born.
Love's sacred realm, Love's glorious realm Love's abundant realm, Love's Holy Realm, Love's playground. And this realm, oh, happy glorious realm, oh, victorious realm, oh, sacred realm, this realm was the New Earth itself.
I had come Home.
The Realm of Love was my realm, you see. I had created it, years before, in my journey with the King. I made it, I created it, and I would walk in it now, creating it anew as I travelled my way.
My way. The Way of Love.
I was home, then. I had arrived. I was already living in the new earth, my purpose, my path, my destiny. I was already at my final destination, my reason for being, my place of belonging, my home.
Now I simply needed to begion to invite others to join me, to find their way into this Beloved frequency, this frequency of love, to find their way in, to arrive, We would create the New Earth together, by way of Love's Realm, by way of a vital activation in the Heart, the abundant Heart, the sacred Heart, that cherry good Heart of the One.
I knew I would meet shadows along the way. I always did. It was my job to transform them, with love, by way of love, in the abundant Heart of the One. I was born to do this work, to return all to the Heart of the One. I was not afraid. I was born to do it.
The shadows were important, because they contained the gold. They contained the jewels. Sacred jewels lost and found, gathered up and shone again to find their place in the crown of the One. Jewels of divinity were found in the shadows. And it was my task to gather them and return them to the One. This is how I would walk, compassionately, graciously, with an open heart, creating the world anew as I went. I was blessed for this journey. I was blessed for this way. I was blessed to be chosen, as painful as my journey had been.
My journey was painful because I was alone. First, cast out of the Kingdom, and then turned on by the King, I walked alone through this great mystery. Of course, I wasn't truly alone. I had my allies. Angels and guides, and the grace of the earth went with me. I received help wherever I went. I was never truly alone, and yet I was as alone as I could be. At least for now, until I would begin to gather people to me, to create the Realm of Love with me. I knew this would come in time. But first, I journeyed. And I journeyed alone.
Alone, all one. They were the same thing. I knew that. I was learning to hold the current within myself, to keep abundance circulating within the self, to become the One, to become all one, within myself. This way I could be a source of abundance, a presence of abundance, an offering.
I was to become a presence of abundance, a sign of the Kingdom, the Kingdom come, the sacred Realm of Love. I knew I could do it, I was born to do it. But I would have to level up, to really achieve it, to live it, to make it work. I would have to step boldly into my own truth, my own power, my own authority, my authenticity, who I came to be the star I came to shine. Without him, without the King. I was on my own in this mystery. I was the leader now, and my own way, my own sacred leadership, my Beloved way was calling me. I was the Beloved, I was the way.
I knew I created, as the Sacred Feminine, in part by way of my receptivity. I knew I created by receiving the offerings of the field, what arrived through the field, by way of my call, and by way of my desire, and by way of my receiving. I would have to become attuned, acutely attuned, to the signs of the One, the offerings of the One, as they came to me, as they arrived through the field, as I used to, in relationship to Him. He was null and void now, that King. But my path was still alive. That would be my task now, to receive the field's sacred offerings. And what a blessed task it was too! What an incredible life, my destiny.
The shadows were an essential part of the path, I knew that. I realised that now. It had taken a while of walking with them in my path to really get that. They helped me, somehow, the shadows. The shadows were my gate keepers, my jewels and my allies. The shadows walked alongside me. They were my companions on this journey. I could not leave them behind.
And the shadows were with me now, as I walked, as I journeyed, as I found my way. For a start, there was the Queen. The Queen had been with me since before this journey had even begun. The Queen was my nemesis, my persecutor, and yet my sacred ally. The Queen wanted to destroy me and take my place. She wanted to wear my shoes. She wanted my blessings. She wanted one up on me.
The Queen's main agenda is to dominate, to be the one on top, to be the one in charge, to be the chosen one, by way of destruction, by way of domination, by way of thievery. The Queen has forgotten her true nature, and yet she longs for it, so she attempts to regain it by way of competition, jealousy and envy. The Queen lives outside of her own heart, the same as the King does.
That Queen wanted me done for too. She wanted me dethroned, decommissioned, disempowered. She wanted me on my knees, without, wanting. The only way the Queen felt like she was winning was if I was losing. that was the problem with the Queen. She needed to be above me. She couldn't bow her head. She couldn't acknowledge my Divinity.
The shadows were dying with the old timeline though. Each shadow just a trace of the old world, the Fallen Kingdom, the Kingdom that was dying, the skin that was shedding. Shadows were a symptom of that False Light, you see. Only the False light separates and creates shadow. The True Light embraces all as One, all together in the Heart, in sacred intimacy.
Since the Queen was a symptom of the Fallen Kingdom, of the False Light, of the unhappy state of separation, the Queen would die out with the old world, just as the King would. And I couldn't save them. I could only move forward to create, hoping that everyone would find their way out of the old world and into the new. I could only do what I could to fulfil my purpose, my sacred destiny.
Because the Queen considered me to be a threat, she wanted me on the outside. But it was on the outside that I found myself on the inside. I found the sanctity of my own Heart. I found the abundance of my own Heart. I found the grace within my own Heart. In finding myself on the outside, I found myself on the inside. That was the mystery of this journey of mine.
This was the mystery, this was the gift. In finding myself on the outside, I found myself on the inside. And in finding myself on the inside, I could make the vital activation in the Heart required to bring about Love's Realm, to welcome the stranger, to embrace all as One, to redeem the separation, to heal the split, to renew the world. The Queen was my ally, just as all the shadows were. I welcomed her gift to me. I embraced it in gratitude. I was blessed indeed.
And so it was clear that leaving was all I could do. I thought the grief might kill me, it was so heavy. I thought I might not survive this, this journey, this transition, this way, out of the known and into the unknown. It was my home I was leaving. It was a place that I loved. And yet, it was clear. I had to go.
And so go I did. I went slow. I went with uncertainty. I put one foot in front of the other and I walked away from the old, towards the new. Towards the unknown, the great unknown, the unformed yet, to make the new, to call forth the new, to create the new. I walked.
I walked with courage, with certainty, with a deep knowing that this was my way, and yet there were forces pulling me back, obstructing me, blocking my way. There were forces working against me. The King had allied with the Evil One, you see, and together their power was almost a match for me. But their grip on me grew weaker, the more I stayed in my lane, and I knew in time, it would be completely behind me.
So I walked.