all that glitters is not gold

~ sun kissed ~
episode 06

"If I have seen further than others, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants."
–   Isaac Newton
Your golden beams across the horizon spread, the light of Sun, infrared. Astronaut helmet, oh to see in Space, your gold visor protects eyes and face. Solar power, charging up being, but it can wrinkle skin and harm sight seeing. Overexposure, ultraviolet rays, immunosuppressive, more sick days. Inflammation, burning up inside, midday heat, now run and hide.

Global warming, mercury rising, mining gold, so it's not surprising. What if it was put back inside the ground, no fortified vaults with armed guards around. Radiating love not hoarding wealth, for prosperity of people and planetary health. Gold backed currency, sacrilege your majesty, a gift from the Sun, but taken in dishonesty.

Some believe Earth was an old mining colony, extracting gold for other planets probably. Stone circle sites, where GPS stops working, vortex of energy, upwards circling. But energetic points feeding Earth's own grid, command and conquer, oh God forbid. For darkness or light, maintaining control, or tipping the balance to serve own goal.

The Midas touch, such wishful thinking, lustful drunk, too much eating and drinking. A cosmic comedy that ends in tragedy, golden statue for a daughter, for that there's no remedy. Have you closed yourself down to a world so heartless, ego endeavours and golden cage fortress. An eye for an eye, but no truth for truth, slinging mud in the shadows, foul mouthed and uncouth. Scarcity of real role models to light the way, but abundance of influencers, watch how they spend their day.

Breaking sacred agreements, from the underworld ruled, all that glitters is not Gold, so please don't be fooled. Anger at deceit, feeling misled, all knowing when you See it in its true light instead. For real Gold can also be hidden inside Fools, but there's no need for cyanide when you know the alchemical rules.

Many unable to fathom the dimensional diversity of life, splicing DNA or cutting off like a knife. But some of us remain whole, our strands wonderfully wrapped, galactic applause in harmony they clapped. Yes, good guidance from the other side, spiritual support for Earth's rollercoaster ride.

Who are you and what's your spiritual authority? It speaks for itself, beyond ego superiority. Step aside for it's ninety seconds to midnight, but like the midday Sun, it's time to shine bright. Corrosive ways and coercive tactic, calls for right use of power galactic. Sun of God, the holiest of hands, return your love to these sacred lands.

Wait just a moment, ventilation holes opening, cooling of eyes and forehead focusing. A glimmer of hope, those golden hues, a world of wonder, it's yours to choose. Sensations in feet, tingles soft and warm, preparing to step into higher form. For perhaps the guidance you seek, but have still not fully found, circles from above and ascends from the ground.

Mother of dragons, step in to the blaze burning, licked by flames, true Fire learning. Ready to reclaim the purest of power, doomsday clock, we're turning back the hour. For I've Seen your nuclear missiles launched into the Sky, those toxic timelines to humanity they try to tie. They thought you were weak, but it's only love that is real, so it's time to create a bright future from the heart and pineal.

It was Buddha who once said three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth (forbidden). May the total eclipse bring new perspective, a radical shift in the conscious collective.

So to Gold, oh Master Healer, enlightened ore, true believer. Gently pan this sacred river, your shining essence to the ground deliver. Energetic centres refine and align, transformation of Earth, illuminate with divine.

And when arriving back home, where all radiates from higher mind, this vs. that you'll naturally leave behind. It's a place of great beauty, from where everything unfolds, for the whole world, in his hands he holds.

These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of Gold, unbeknownst to this being the spirit they are receiving. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And after separating out all that tarnishes divine form, the Sun shines more fully for true presence to perform.
* some participant names have been changed for pen names.
* no participants were informed that it was the spirit of Gold we were working with until after they had all shared their experience of the Session.