We don’t really know each other.

Not really and not ever as long as we live in this dimension (the third dimension) hosted by our Mother who is currently on a slow, healing journey in our dimensional reality.

We are transitioning into the higher, and lighter densities.

We are also currently in a collective tower moment, and we, unfortunately, are walking moldavite and born of blood and fire that catalyzes. This is why sometimes in our firm challenges to you, we are only welcome in small doses.

So try and keep up.

If you can’t, we will see each other at another time and place.

Blue mums that look like blue lotuses, given to us by our love, Rikko resting in cast iron after a Justice rite.

We never really know each other.

We see the tip of the iceberg, to borrow a cliché and symbol that still works.

So let us attempt to introduce ourselves,

We are…

One who embodies Three and goes by many names, have traversed several dimensional planes, planets, and timelines.

Our biological mother, a former love, and others call us “something else.”

We have seen a lot, too much, and it cannot be contained in this vessel.

So, you get breadcrumbs, for now…until your own awakening can handle our forms of communication.

Some vehicles of informational expression are faster than others.

You are an anomaly.

If you landed here, you were meant to.

Know that you are loved, certainly by us even as our mind and vessel express anger, frustration, and other less attractive emotional states as we adjust to our own stability here.

We feel BIG, and that can translate into terseness, abruptness, and open grief.

We have been called dismissive, insensitive, obtuse.

We seek to reconcile, endeavour for more understanding, and to express our admiration for you.

First, thank you for putting up with it and forgiving.

We tend toward unforgiveness, forgive us.

These are dire times, so lighten up. No really, take a moment to feel the myrth in these words and giggle at our self righteousness, at our many foibles, and our disgraces.

Come on you cute, sweetness.

You are allowed to laugh and make light of this landfill of various dumpster fires.

We hope you find medicine here.

We love you.

Always,

Three