Isobel Avian

The noise of our world is loud. It hurts my heart. Of course, it seems to be hurting everyone's hearts. 

I am currently feeling that human sentiment, “I want my Mom.”

How I would love to crawl into my Mother's lap and sink into her softness and allow my tears and fears and sorrows and anguish to freely flow out of my body, my fascia and tissue, flow from my eyes, wail it out in ugly cries…

I sense that I am not alone in this sentiment.

Our earth collectively needs our Mom. We are hurting. We are crying. This is…

I've identified with the spiritual metaphor of consciousness moving back and forth between earthly and cosmic realms as a pendulum - cyclically, rhythmically, allowing for experiential epochs and yuga cycles. 

I am feeling this pendulum returning to the direction of peace, love, and unity. The movement seems painfully slow, and I think this is so because of the enormity of our universe and existence. 

So when I feel the ache of this slow movement back to beauty, love, Divine Feminine Christ Conscious light as…

… the birds and anthills, and I move through the world visibly in a human form that responds to the name Isobel Avian. 

I have listened to spiritual teachers over my years on earth in this physical body speak on our connection to “The All.” I've heard how we all on this planet are “one.” Gurus talk of us as humans learning how to live beyond  “separate from.” 

Relating to these teachings was a stretch for many years as my upbringing preached about the God that sits on a throne in the sky, or somewhere out…