Comments for Soul in Flight

Comment on Eden by Will

Will — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 15:03:40 +0000

On Sept. 9, ‘09 I came back for more…

“But you followed me home! In that memory I knew the truth of my loyalty to you rested in this realization: I will never again be home until you follow me, until I am fed, comforted, and given a purpose, until your purpose is ours, and is for you sacred once again.”

As I read again these words I hunger for more. Two sentences with the power to evoke/elicit a strange ancient longing. To be so loved as you are is having an effect on me.

“… In that memory I knew the truth… “

Comment on The Womb by wizmical

wizmical — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 11:32:49 +0000

There’s more to be told about the times, and some of the players in those times, but that’s for The Merchant’s Tale … coming soon to a blog near you!

Comment on The Womb by Will

Will — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 11:12:28 +0000

“You entered when the child was entered too soon… there was a need to rebalance… It was another entity that arrived to do this work.
How alignment for this process is done will always elude you. So for the sake of our tale, accept the concept of soul exchange.”

Soul-exchange / walk-in; the ‘channel’ aspect arrives to find her charge and begin again the higher process of helping remind/realign the one awaiting the signal. But in this case, in this story, there’s much more to the tale as no easy exit awaits either one of our family. Indeed, cruel and brutal times catch our two in a state of uncertainty and begins a tale of recovery still underway today…

Comment on One Small Child by Will

Will — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 11:15:37 +0000

“Madness is not a state of being. It is a state of mind that will not allow the truth to be accepted.
Your mind still holds onto one lifetime that has never been accepted as a truth of experience. And that has been the one small part of madness that still persists, in this life of here and now.

Your single (intention) was to deliver information to the voice of humankind, for all to know again that the voice of guidance still rings loud and clear – if only there is someone with ears to listen.

In each and every timeframe, some hold onto the Truth for the sake of all those without the notion for themselves.

We gain… the understanding of the terror we inspire in the minds of those who understand us not.”

Fear of the Light of Truth and the understanding it brings is dawning once again within my mind. This light only exposes the remaining patches of fear yet to be released.
It begs the question:
“What’s afraid; and of what is it afraid of?”

Comment on She Soared When In The Worst Of It by v

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 20:53:06 +0000

:*(
at times.
<3

Comment on She Soared When In The Worst Of It by Will

Will — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 11:30:26 +0000

And so this aspect of consciousness, this now fragmented piece of other-worldliness that was recognized by few or perhaps by only one, has been waiting for… for… for ‘now’ to have her story told and to be released and returned forever? Her gift was to remind one of his other home and comfort him on his journey but lost in pain she has been for far too long.
Oh, Dear Child-of-Pain, whatever do we do? I am changed from knowing about your plight. Accept my wishes for peace and my deepest apologies for human fear at its worst. It is so hard to hear what can be done by those lost in fear…
I pray to hear of your safe return for surely you must be Home now. Tell me you are safe at Home now. Find a way to let me know you are safe and Home now…

Comment on Evil Incarnate by Will

Will — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:36:24 +0000

Child of pain, whatever can I do? Child of pain, home awaits with tenderness that transcends the human illness of fear expressed through hate. Child of pain, tell me you are Home again…

Comment on Evil Incarnate by wizmical

wizmical — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 11:53:47 +0000

comments from twitter/soulinflight:

Not for the faint of heart.

This story has the power to move deep emotions, and under those emotions is usually found grief.

“Grief is the medicine.” -Martin Prechtel