It is a cycle. A cycle of unending death and rebirth. All that is, is all there will ever be. An evolution of flow, an evolution of stillness, a cycle.
This is the way, the rhythm of your Mother Earth.
She has not lost her way as it seems. When there is revolt within, eruptions and quakes. The stirring, the sleeping. The ebbs and flows.
The waking, the sleeping are but evolution, evolvement, growth.
How else is your mother to give birth? To stretch? To spread her wings? You would rather keep me locked in the pie safe, neat and tidy? Unchanged? How would you like to be locked away? Remaining in your infancy?
I am alive as you are. I am conscious as you are. I experience love and discourse as you do. Do not treat me as though I do not matter for I assure you I do.
(I asked if there was anything we should prepare for in the year 2026.)
Upheaval, shifting. The waters rise where there was no water. The land is revealed where the water once flowed. The secrets once hidden will be revealed. Ancient Babylonian treasure in texts. Sanskrits deciphering codes will be unearthed. The Ramses elocutions, the technologies long dormant are revived.
You are at a time of reset. A time of unveiling. A time of renewal, your spring cometh for you are ready.
Set your feet upon my bosom. Drink in my nourishment. Revel in our odyssey of cohabitated evolution with reverence.
Channeled message from Gaia, our Mother Earth.