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 life support in our dimensional reality.

We are transitioning into the higher, and lighter densities.

We are also currently in a collective tower moment, and I, unfortunately, am walking moldavite and born of blood and fire that catalyzes. This is why sometimes in my firm challenges to you, I am 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 me by my love, Rik resting in cast iron after a Justice ceremony.

We never really know each other.

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

So let me attempt to introduce myself,

I am…

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

My mother, a former love, and others call me “something else.”

I 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 my 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 me even as my mind and vessel express anger, frustration, and other less attractive emotional states as I adjust to my own stability here.

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

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

Come on you cute, sweet muffin head.

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

I hope you find medicine here.

I love you.

Always,

Three