Second coming or are we all home going, return to source or new gifts all knowing. I could feel the anguish from within the womb, but seeds must be planted before they can bloom. In the midday sun on summer solstice day, I realised it was you but why before didn’t you say. John the Baptist, wash away my sins, forced in from outside, oh those thin skins. Sunburnt shoulders, the weight of the world, but how to be the change, deep thoughts they swirled. Misunderstood for from another origin I arrived, breached within but head first I still dived. Cheerful demeanor when in the Sun I play, but sadness soon rises when behind closed doors I stay.
Head on a platter the price some must pay, speaking your truth can get in darkness’ way. But some are forerunners with mission to fulfil, against all odds, service to higher will. I must decrease so that he may increase, like the sun’s rays and new life to lease. But it takes compassion and deep humility, in a time of such egoic hostility. So let the light shine in and the shadows fall out, cleansed by sacred water in this period of drought.
Whilst working with the Holy Spirit a dark demon came, forced himself upon me, quite the crying shame. Pushing in such sadness, attempts to dim my light, a few months in recovery returning things to right. But what doesn’t kill you only makes your stronger, helped by the Sun, when the days grew longer. Welcome sunrise and to sunset farewell, aligning to the Sun, such stories to tell. But that moment where the Sun kisses the horizon, the Water becomes still and true peace arrives in. No anxious thoughts, but true prophets See, rite of baptism, true human be. Look deeper still into the Waters so clear, the divine mother line we should hold so dear. Immaculate conception and to conceive beyond possibility, oh the faithful purity found in fertility.
These prophets into this world who were born, came here with a mission to which they were sworn. But the womb that was chosen to carry their human form, to the frequency of Holy Spirit surely must first conform. But beyond the constraint of linear time, some are born in for higher frequencies to climb. To clear contaminants from this Holy stream, devotees to the greatest dream.
This detoxification is but a purification, setting the scene for deeper identification. The story now shines brighter, it’s clearer to see, memories resurface, as to who you’re called to be. Yes you’re writing your lifestory but it’s also already been written, the book is within you its pages have been hidden. A new chapter awaits, the life where you held the most light, it’s now yours to maintain through the darkest of night.
For it’s the human being, who to this world brings change, but the physical vessel can be wounded through unholy exchange. Stay close to your Self when the Fire of summer invites you to expand, stay true to the connection of where you really stand.
So to the spirit of Saint John’s Wort on midsummer’s day, inviting your sunlight for inside to now stay. Your flower head in oil turns blood red in the sun, on skin or within, magical healing to be done.
These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of st johns wort. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And the light that shines brightest in your tunnel of lives, it’s from here you might find your greatest gift now arrives.
