None of the fluff. Lose the pallor. Choose you.
Do not stoop your shoulders to fit into someone else’s idea of who you should be. No. Choose you.
Do not meagerly wait for the crumbs that fall from their mouth. No. Choose you.
I know it is hard child, it is meant to be.
Does the caterpillar have to provide a protective outer layer in order to transform into the butterfly?
Yes, they do. They build this chrysalis around them. To the outer eye it looks like nothing, no movement, no change, just stillness.
Ah, but what is happening within is transformation, change, rebirth. The old falls away being replaced with new vitality. Vigor. Reformation at it’s finest!
Yes, this message is for Rome. We too felt her pain. She doesn’t see the beauty in it yet. It’s too fresh a wound, too raw yet. OK. We’ll say it… “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
Child. Many times you have been here. Many lessons, trials and tribulations you bore. The here, the now, this time is for you to master anonymity. ‘See me, see me!’ you cry. ‘Why don’t you see me?’
My dear, herein the lesson lies. See yourself. Honor yourself. Love yourself.
Choose you.
Channeled message from The Council of Women. This council is of my ancestral lineage. Their energy is like that of your favorite Grandma, very wise, loving and matriarchal. Rome… this message is for you.