I am Boris and I greet you kindly from Russia.
No, I don't like to talk about football, although it certainly also has an inter-ethnic function. Or could have had.
I communicate through this channel, this node, because I too want to participate in this sacred, worldwide network. I find this something extraordinarily beautiful, this getting to know each other on this way, over telepathy, instead of over the ubiquitous Internet.
All of us here could get to know and find each other via the Internet. But how flat it would be! How much deeper and more blessed is the establishment of contact via the Golden Light Grid, via telepathy!
For me it is a blessed memory of ancient forms of existence, of times long gone. Long gone and yet so close and alive! Through the veil of oblivion I see the ancient temples of Egypt again, I see the blue lights of Semura (Lemuria), I see the first green-opal sparkling light of Atlantis. I hear the music and sounds from space, from then and now.
Over all these dimensions and times we shake hands again. Let's find each other again, like a widely scattered family. Now our soul lights meet again, unite, unite. Dancing with each other, singing with each other.
Many of us have chosen monastic ways. But not only. Some put themselves entirely at the service of doing, of healing, of giving. Being there for others.
Healers, priests and priestesses, monks and nuns, shamans and shamans - our forms of appearance and existence are numerous and varied. Others will join them. We go ahead, we show and hold the light. But all of them will awaken into the Great Light, into the Great New Existence. Helping to shape the new existence. The new morning.
We all united in love.
We are all aware of our oneness. Our oneness in God. From God. In the light. Out of the light.
In heartfelt communion, Boris, I join hands with you all. I, my sign monk, serving Him. HIM, HIM, HIM.
Amen.
Om.
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Let's dance!
Nabi is there with her bell-like laugh, her gentle voice, her warm golden charisma. Nabi - a woman from the Amazon.
I greet you via the Golden Light Grid, connecting with you from the deep forests here, hidden even to most human eyes.
Still.
But let us not speak of the threats that we, my people, also feel. Let us speak of the perceptible changes that we have also experienced here with great joy. Changes worldwide, Mother Earth in honor of the Great Spirit.
We have heard of people who have changed, gone new ways, left old paths. To honor and heal Mother Earth.
A global awakening is underway. More and more souls awaken, reflect - what a joy!
We support this awakening from here in our own way. With our way of living, our rituals, with the plant spirits in harmony. In harmony with the rhythm of MAMMA, the Great Mother. In harmony with the female rhythm of us women.
Respect and esteem characterize our everyday life. Here we practice on a small scale what we wish for the world, for being worldwide. Mindfulness, respect for everything: People, plants, animals. In humility and gratitude to the Great Spirit, to MAMMA.
We're sisters all over the world! And we open our hearts to all of you, reach out our hands to the dance together. For acting together.
Let's dance the Golden Light Grid! Sing it! Hiking with our bare feet, facing the earth, hands, stretched up to the sky! Let's celebrate the new life, cheerful, hopeful, laughing! For HE in his goodness, in his splendour - I am sure of that. He gave us the dance, the laughter, the singing, the words of love!
Let us now, into the New Morning, into the New Being! Let's start and create the world together! In the bright colours of hope, joy, play, love! And just: Of dance. Dance with the sexes, their reconciliation in us, among us.
Let us reach out our hands to the counterpart in us and outside ourselves in joyful step, twirling around with him to the music of joy, happiness! Life can be so beautiful! Let us celebrate it, let us accept it with gratitude as a gift from His hands. From His hands, yes. In our honor, in HIS honor, in MAMMA's honor.
High time of fullness - of peace - in our hearts - may our love spill over EARTH, over the whole planet!
In great love and solidarity I dance away - your Nabi.
I'll be back! (laughs warmly)
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