Mosaic of Beauty
In this vast blue ocean we are all a part of, we find ourselves sitting and waiting as the horizon settles before us in golden light.
We begin to shed the aspects of ourselves that had been tightly woven into the molecular structures of our DNA over time. These are the remnants of all we have already moved through. The fear we faced, the shadows we confronted, the adversity we endured, and the strength and resilience we discovered along the way. They are the imprints of what we have done, what we have survived, and what we have overcome.
We no longer need to carry them forward in order to remember who we are.
There is no more fighting left.
The ocean holds a mirror to our destiny as we bask in the stillness of possibility.
Within this ocean of possibility, this endless expanse of open water becomes the very foundation for what we can create. The water itself seems to hold the frequency for change, carrying within it the potential for something entirely new to emerge.
The truth has set us free, and yet we now find ourselves in the aftermath of its shock.
We cannot go back from what has been learned. We cannot return to what we once believed simply because the truth has changed us. What has been revealed cannot be unseen.
So we choose to alchemize the truth into freedom and liberation.
As we do, threads of light begin to descend over the Earth. They hang above us as we sit within this vast ocean of possibility, waiting not to be claimed, but to be received.
We reach upward and take hold of them.
As the threads meet our hands, they transform into vessels for change, alive with what feels like a plasma of angelic light. Through them we gain access to truth, but without ownership of it.
Truth no longer belongs to one person.
There is no longer a stage upon which we must hold our presence. There is no position to defend and no light that belongs solely to us. We hold the same threads that others now have access to when they come forward with a pure heart.
The threads are there for anyone who can resonate with them in complete awareness of thought and without judgment.
No one owns the light.
No one owns the truth.
We simply meet it at the frequency we are capable of receiving.
And because there is nothing left to possess or defend, we are free to forgive.
We are free to love.
No one holds the rights to our past any longer.
The timeline wars are over.
We no longer have to surrender our present to the stories of what has already been. The past has served its purpose. It brought us here, taught us, changed us, and revealed what we needed to see, but it no longer has authority over what we choose to become.
We now have full reign over our freedom to choose our own ornate destiny.
And as we choose, the colors begin to coalesce.
Every frequency, every expression, and every individual light begins to gather into a beautiful mosaic of oneness. The colors do not disappear into one another. They become more vivid because they are allowed to exist beside one another, each carrying its own expression while becoming part of something greater.
Perhaps this is what oneness truly is.
Not the surrender of the self.
But the freedom to exist within the whole without losing the beauty of our individual light.
And so we remain here, together, within this vast blue ocean of possibility.
The water reflects us back to ourselves, but the reflection is never quite the same.
And within its endless surface, we begin to see the beautiful mosaic of what we are becoming.
We are free.
We are creating.
And in this ocean, we reflect the beauty of our ever changing light.
By Stacy Natzel
