(5.) Okay, finally, we are creating entry into a preferred parallel world. But First we have to remember that THERE IS A GOLDEN grid, onto which the perceptions and beliefs, Conjugated from an origin of fear and limited resources and survival of the fittest, of a "dark overlay" has been projected onto....Its purpose is for us to EITHER: go through the dark and come out the side, better informed, having learned expansion in the contrast....OR...To be lost in the black-hole that has consumed, and will continue to consume our creation energy. Until we wake up! and call sovereignty! But the Blackhole may not be letting us WAKE UP. Remember too, that , as life sparks of creational energy, we are infinite, sparks of consciousness from the infinite source, so that'd be a very long time.... Michaela.

Transmission Starts: The space between words is like the space between worlds. Each of us cultivates a world, a sphere around us, a density of 'bubble reality', which draws inward the breath from frequency that is liken to its origin, the story we tell ourselves....and exhales the frequency of its origin, the story we tell ourselves. Enmeshed is when we see that the bubbles that hoard around us, are ones that we no longer wish to be coupled with, but find it hard to breath without. They fill our waking hours with stuff we want to shake from heads. When We no longer want to walk through that story. When we want to dive into THE golden sea of consciousness, that before would frighten us... Is when we know we are ready. The dive into golden-liquid-light- waves, a sea of particles that we cannot touch but that which surround and us and we become 'a return back' to them. We merge with that sea: it allows a filling of our energy centres and the slow but graceful, moment by moment by dissolving of all the things we have learned that we are, in this reign and in all reigns, in all bubbles that were the chariots through an unmoving timeline, of sleep and initiation, of death and awakening in new dreams, but still in the sleep of dreamland and nightmares. Our vessels bob in the sway of where our frequency takes us, until we learn that the frequency can be steered to home. Tranmission ends.