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<p>Dear Reader; </p><p>As we enter into a season of cold and dark here in Canada, I wanted to create a visual illustration of this beautiful annual transmission for 2025. It feels like a perfect moment to pause, to look forward toward what we are choosing to create from this moment, as we look back to reframe all that we have lived since January. </p><p>This transmission is a simple, child-like tale of Kings, Queens, and their people, our sacred masculine and feminine guides, and the common humanity which forges the collective consciousness of humankind. </p><p>Above all, this fable reminds us of the power of choice in our moment-to-moment manifestations and the ultimate opportunity for the creation of all that is good, no matter how dark the distractions that surround us. </p><p>As you watch and listen, see if you can surrender to the kind of hopes and dreams you may remember from your childhood. The permission to believe in the possibility of an overarching Divine light that never dies, never gives up on us, and always holds an open door, whenever we are ready to enter the realm of beauty and trust. </p><p>Wishing the happiest Samhain to you all. May the ancestors of your most aristocratic lifetimes whisper in your ear tonight, reminding you that you are safe to return home to the hearth of your castle, to feast upon delicacies while listening to the music of the gods. </p><p>May all of life be a celebration, whenever we are ready. Wherever we choose. </p><p>much love, Adi </p><p>THE INVITATION</p><p>Once upon a time a King and Queen held a great party He chose the most exquisite foods to serve She dressed the hall with the richest silks upon the walls and the finest linens upon the tables Musicians came who played the music of the gods The wine was of the most rare and holy grapes The royal bees gave of their hives sacred wax into candles which lit up the hall with the light of a thousand stars and the scent of the honey of the Goddess warm and sweet All was ready even the masses of fresh flowers overflowing bowls and vases in every shade in colours never before seen by human eyes Everything was ready everything was perfect and plentiful and generous and fine But no one came The King waited his heart open wide The Queen offered her arms open wide But no one came And so time stopped the candles paused their burning the scent of the flowers hung frozen in time upon the air and the Eternal said I will never end even if I were to wait for you forever and a day know this know this my candles will always burn For the people had all been invited every last soul had been called to the banquet for here lay their very favourite nourishment for each and every one But outside the palace walls the people were busy with pursuits of their own Beyond the gates of so much plenty the people were fighting they were busy with their fighting because they had so much to do The people had fears they had suffering that they remembered oh so very well Their suffering filled their days and so they fought they killed to end the killing they hurt to end the pain In their hunger they starved the children of others and they starved their own children within The people left their homes to seek what they thought they did not have and in their seeking even their homes were lost The people were so busy with all that they feared was missing and wrong so busy with what they thought was gone the people did not see their invitations to the most abundant most loving most sacred party that was waiting just for them They were too busy in their fight over everything they thought they did not have But the day came when a new sun rose and on the mists of that dawning morning an old woman spoke and she said Tell them tell them to listen but not with their ears tell them to know but not with their minds that there is a royal celebration and the people are invited every last one every man woman and child And the words of the elder rose up over the battlefields over the factories over the tall towers of business and machine until the words of the invitation began to float like truth from a benevolent sky and somewhere a child replied There is a party I am invited and so are all of you The mother listened to her child and spoke the words with him I am invited and so are you and from the hearth of their simple home a light rose to show them the way and then a farmer in the field heard the invitation and then a weaver and a woodworker and then even a priest of fear heard the words as they crumbled his lies and the light from the hearth rose up a beacon a flood light as the doors of the great hall were opened even wider opened wider and brighter than ever before For the great King at one with his powerful Queen promised they would wait forever never closing their door for the party was ready and the people had heard the invitation and the music was playing and the wine was poured and the feast was waiting and all that was ever needed was the willingness to hear the invitation and to say I allow I accept I will join in the bounty I will enter the doors of infinite celebration I will come I am present I receive I thank you I am forgiven I am worthy I am loved I am united and whole The Creator’s work is already done The party has begun Once upon a time a King and Queen held a great great party He chose the most exquisite delicacies to serve She dressed the hall with the richest silks upon the walls and the finest linens and crystal goblets shone upon the tables elegant and long Musicians came who played and sung the music of the gods The wine was of the most rare and holy grapes The royal bees gave of their hives sacred wax into candles which lit up the scene with the lights of a thousand stars and the scent of the honey of the Goddess melting warm and sweet All was ready even the masses of fresh flowers from lands beyond lands overflowing vases and bowls petals in every hue in colours never before seen by human eyes Everything was ready everything was perfect and plentiful and generous and fine But no one came. The King waited his gate open wide The Queen offered her heart open wide But no one came. And so the candles paused their flames the scent of the flowers hung frozen in time upon the air while the Eternal said I will never end even if I were to wait for you forever and a day know this know this my feast will always await For the people had all been invited every last soul had been called to the banquet and here lay their very favourite nourishment each and every one But outside the palace walls the people were busy with pursuits of their own Beyond the gates of so much plenty the people were arguing they were busy with their fighting because they had so much confusion to live The people had fears they had suffering that they remembered oh so very well in fact their suffering filled their days and so they killed to end the killing they hurt others to attempt to end their pain In their hunger they starved the children of their enemies as they starved their own children within The people left their homes to seek what they thought they did not have and in their seeking even their homes were lost The people were so busy with all that they feared was missing and wrong so busy with what they thought was gone the people did not see their invitations to the most abundant most loving most sacred party that was waiting just for them They were too busy in their fight over everything they thought they did not have But the day came when a new sun rose and on the mists of that dawning morning an old woman spoke softly and she said tell them tell them to listen but not with their ears tell them to know but not with their minds that there is a royal celebration and the people are invited every last one every man woman and child And the words of the elder rose up over the battlefields over the factories over the tall towers of business and machine until the words of the invitation began to float like truth from a benevolent sky and somewhere a child replied There is a party I am invited and so are all of you The mother listened to her child and spoke the words with him I am invited and so are you and from the hearth of their simple home a glowing pure sphere of light rose to show them the way And then a farmer in the field heard the invitation and then a weaver and a woodworker and then even a priest of fear heard the words as they crumbled his lies and the undulating light from the hearth rose up a beacon a flood light as the doors of the great hall opened even wider opened larger and brighter than ever before For the great King at one with his powerful Queen promised they would wait forever for the party was ready and the people had heard the invitation and the music was dancing and the wine was pouring and the feast was waiting and all that was ever needed was the willingness to hear the invitation and to say I allow I accept I will join in the bounty I will enter the doors of infinite celebration I will come I am present I receive I thank you I am forgiven I am worthy I am loved united and whole And the Creator’s work is already done The party has begun </p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. 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<p>Dear Reader;</p><p>Once I had a lucid dream wherein I was falling from a great height, just like Nicholas Cage in ‘City of Angels.’ As I plummeted earthward, I could feel the harsh air on my face, pulling my hair straight up with the force of my speed. At first I panicked, and a pure, full-body terror took over. I thought, “This is it. Prepare yourself for the impact, because you are going to die.” I waited for the pain, for the immense trauma of hitting the ground, wherever it lay, from whatever great height I had fallen.</p><p>It didn’t come. I waited, and still, it didn’t come. I continued to fall, more and more, further and further, until I realized there was nothing to hit, no bottom, no end. Then, in that realization, my entire being filled with an ecstatic freedom, beyond gravity, beyond primal fear. I was not flying, but neither was I dying. I was in freefall, in absolute surrender, and blessedly, miraculously, there was no end. This was not a dream about the cruelty of death, but rather a message about the eternal nature of being. If only I would allow.</p><p>How many times do we die within each life? How many ways do we die, within each way of being? How many deaths do we live, of the ego, of our false beliefs, of our illusions, attachments, and suppositions?</p><p>And so we may wonder, shall we choose to drag out each death, suffering by suffering, or will we reach a point of surrender, to allow the largest expression of Trust to lead us, wherever we may fall?</p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://adikanda.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&#38;utm_campaign=CTA_2">adikanda.substack.com/subscribe</a>

This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit <a href="https://adikanda.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&#38;utm_campaign=CTA_7">adikanda.substack.com</a><br/><br/><p>Dear Reader;</p><p>As I write this introduction to the chapter, we are entering an eclipse season, and the energies are intense, overwhelming, <em>and</em> transformational. </p><p>So many feel as if they are drowning, being weighed down, or that a certain hopelessness has taken hold. Some of it is existential as we absorb the catastrophic stories of our world. Some of it is experiential in painful relationships or personal obstacles. Some of it is physical, through illnesses, sleep problems, or even accidents. We feel as if we are being shaken upside down by the hand of God. </p><p>The child in you has not believed in safety for a very long time She believes herself to be as vulnerable upon the Earth as a living but captured insect pinned through the heart displayed upon a mounting board for examination under the scrutiny of her peers and her God unable to escape unable to even move but for the struggle the endless struggle to stay alive...</p><p>Please know that illusion is rising to a peak, as the darkness fights for its life. Despite everything you are feeling, you are not unloved, and you are not alone. I have noticed how the timing of my recording of each transmission seems to align with themes of our collective unfolding. I predict that this one will be perfectly timed for you.</p><p>This transmission lovingly reminds us that we are always the guardians of our own safety, always the creators of our world. If it is our fear that causes our pain, then our surrender holds immense potential for joy. </p><p><em>It can be helpful to recognize that resistance is a simple word to describe the polarities of attachment and aversion that live within us all. An important way to begin the dismantling of resistance is to release any self-shame or blame we hold about our reactivity, so we are better positioned to transform it. </em><em> Whether we respond with habitual passivity or rage, healing lies in our willingness to witness that which lives beneath and observe the teaching offered in every moment.</em> </p><p>The next few weeks offer such potency, as we are ready to release the safety of our old habits, and plunge headlong into the new.</p><p></p><p>~ A few encouraging words from an excerpt of Monster in the Light, in the upcoming MONSTER MOST FEARED, Book Two in the Love Letters Series. </p><p><em>I have been strongly guided since late last year toward a new direction in my work. It comes with both deep excavation and great delight. </em></p><p><em>In this spirit, I would love to invite you to a new offering, one that calls upon the frequency of a pure and loving blessing. This gift is for those of you who have worked hard and long, but in your heart, know that it is time simply to receive. The shadow work is done. You are ready for the Light. </em></p><p><em>It is such a beautiful experience for both of us, and I am honoured to share it. </em></p><p>Please be comforted by Become Instead the Willow. I am offering a teaser with this episode to my free subscribers. Enjoy the sample, but there is more! </p><p>The DHC Audio Series contains a wonderful range of transmissions, each leading us toward an understanding of The Shift, with such love. </p><p>If you would like to hear the rest of this transmission and receive all my readings from the full book of DEAR HUMAN CHILD, please join the Series here:</p><p><p>Love Letters from the Divine is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.</p></p><p>much love, Adi</p><p><em>P.S. </em></p><p><em>Look what came in the mail. The physical proof of the special edition hardcover has arrived, and the full order will be shipped by sea this week. If you have not pre-ordered through Kickstarter, please contact me to get on the waitlist for your copy. </em></p>

<p>Dear Reader;</p><p>I am excited to share this new video with you today. It offers an excerpt from a transmission from December, 2005, one which speaks to my heart more clearly now than ever before. </p><p>Creativity is the face of Spirituality in our present times. There is no separating the two, and this means that spiritual expansion is available to us all, in every moment of every day. </p><p>Every image in this video depicts a human being engaged in the creative process, and of course, there are countless avenues beyond what is represented here. Creativity is a state of mind that can infuse how we dress, work, eat, play, and make love. It is the fuel to our growth, and the medicine for our stagnation, distraction, and fear. </p><p>Think of this video as a love letter to you, my dear readers, calling to the part of you that may be overwhelmed, or worried, or lonely. I promise you, when you connect with the spark of the Creator that lives within, your doubts will fall away, and you will remember the light of love within, that is always expanding, ever-present, and never, ever dies. </p><p> The journey of the creative awakening is always found in the willingness to awaken also to the Self It has been said so often that the artist is selfish the artist lives only in her own world the artist is the solitary the uncaring soul and while this is not a perspective of wisdom or understanding it does contain within it an important grain of truth about how to become the artist that you have always wished to be Since the beginning of time the artistic nature of women and men has arisen as an expression of the soul an internal impulse to portray, represent, communicate the truths of the human heart And it is through the honouring of the drive to create that the power of the medium is revealed when it comes from the heart’s desire rather than the head’s interpretation of how to please those who might respond And so in order to fully create to open the powers of connection which is what creation is the further one can travel into the authenticity of the Self the more quickly one can tell the truth about what the heart is aching to say...</p><p>How can you approach your daily tasks today, seeing the world through the lens of your inner Creator? How will you allow your Artist to come out to play? </p><p>much love, Adi</p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://adikanda.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&#38;utm_campaign=CTA_2">adikanda.substack.com/subscribe</a>

This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://adikanda.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&#38;utm_campaign=CTA_2">adikanda.substack.com/subscribe</a><br/><br/><p>Dear Reader;</p><p>It is astonishing to realize this transmission was received almost two years ago. Recently, I heard a commentator state that “<em>World War III has already begun</em>.” When we look at the burgeoning level of carnage worldwide, this perspective is difficult to dispute. </p><p>What does a world war look like in an era when so many countries hold the power to make our entire planet unlivable with the activation of a five-minute sequence of codes? Perhaps war becomes clusters of conflict scattered around the globe, each one marginally restrained from ultimate destruction, as our species is forced to look itself in the eye. </p><p>Warfare has evolved in its form, and yet the human shadow that lives behind violence, vengeance, and intentional harm is exactly what it has always been. In an era of instantaneous, globally visible information, we bear witness as never before. </p><p>It is not just that we are meant to no longer take sides to no longer say I stand with this one I stand with that one but when we agree to see the inherent shadow within us all we tell the truth and when we tell the truth we are humbled and when we are humbled we return to peace..</p><p>Ultimately, the question of war and war crimes always leads us to a spiritual dilemma. How do we explain the brutal deaths of tens of thousands of children? Where do we find understanding in the tragedies of the innocent? </p><p>It has always been my belief that once we truly digest a key principle of the soul on a personal level, what is true for the individual becomes true for the collective. If we can dare to live in trust that pain is our teacher; if we truly understand that every soul has a journey spanning lifetimes, including a range of lived experiences as victim, persecutor, and saviour, this may allow us to rise up from helplessness and despair. To see the world through a lens of nihilism, however, offers no contribution to our healing. To understand that every soul is ultimately held in the arms of the Creator may grant Grace, even to the darkest of human days. </p><p>There is no holy war There is no holy hate And there is never ever such a thing as holy vengeance for there is no god of any name who celebrates this base human emotion To suggest otherwise reveals only how far we are willing to travel from the truth of Divine Love to justify our own unholy games The sacred is now fully absent from these lands where once the prophets roamed There is nothing righteous here...</p><p>Once we dare to digest the view that there is inherent meaning found even in the horrors of the day, then we are poised to claim a process of transformation, rather than reflexive and ineffective hate. </p><p>This is the invitation always, more and more as the frequency rises, commanding the shadow to reveal itself fully, and then, be transmuted before our eyes. </p><p><em>Please share your thoughts on this powerful and timely transmission. What have we learned? What can we learn today? </em></p><p>If you have not yet purchased the DHC Audio Series, you have received an abbreviated audio to offer a taste of the full experience. Please subscribe below to receive this audio in full, as well as the entire book of transmissions read aloud from DEAR HUMAN CHILD. </p><p>much love, Adi</p>