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<p>Dear Reader; </p><p>Some of you may recall the transmission for 2025, <a target="_blank" href="https://open.substack.com/pub/adikanda/p/the-invitation?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&#38;utm_medium=web">THE INVITATION</a>. Sweet and playful, it was a children’s fable for us all. A gentle reminder that our joy is an inside job. The transmission for 2026 holds a very different flavour. </p><p>Mind you, the annual transmissions for some years prior have given us fair warning. You will find the annual transmissions from 2019 through 2025 in <a target="_blank" href="http://www.dearhumanchild.com">DEAR HUMAN CHILD</a>, and together they paint quite an intricate and intense picture. But this one, for 2026, tells us that we have arrived. It is very in depth, and at 18 minutes long, listening to it is an experience. Set aside some quiet time, in a comfortable spot. Listen not only to the words, but the flow beneath the words. Keep your journal nearby. I look forward to hearing your thoughts. </p><p>AS OLD FORMS SHATTER</p><p>Where once a temple stood now there are ruins Where once the fish swam now lie the desert sands Where once there was trust belief the safety of assumption now do these crystalline forms shatter and as we stand barefoot in the sand and stone in the slivers of glass we are faced with a truth only revealed by destruction a bliss only encountered through the fire of suffering a return to sanity only found in the madness in the surrender in the stripping away till all that remains is Job The mystery and power of oppositional forces the immense contractions of the Great Mother in labour move us en masse along her birth canal for the day is coming when all lies will be revealed and all darkness exposed In this we may choose despair panic and greed grasping tightly to all we fear to lose or we may rise up like the heron ancient and long-legged We may use the slow sweep of our huge wings to rise higher and higher until we see from this place a view which could never have been understood until now For now it is time to realize when you watch from a distance what you see is your self When you observe the whole you discover the part you play for the crumbling of what we thought was real is indeed a revelation of the absolute truth within For each soul is all souls and all life is the one life that stirs in your loins ready to purify to say that which is foreign to the godly light is now exposed and like a vampire in sunshine finally free to die And so here lies the juncture the critical mass the moment in time never more powerful never more rich with pleasure and pain All the polarities the opposites have risen spark to a wooden match and there is no soul untouched each one given the exact dose of medicine the symptoms require Every One stands knee deep in the mud of their own denial until face-to-face with our core nemesis we decide not to look away this time and just like that the whole world shifts toward truth We could say that the world is learning to look at itself to be humbled to acknowledge the lies we have all been telling ourselves It's a messy business but it had to be done And oh the celebrations of life that come when death has been tasted Indeed there is nothing sweeter So as old forms shatter let us be fluid let us become soft-bellied like a sleeping child then no matter how we may seem to fall we always finally land in the Mother's arms once again This is the state of trust which elevates even the most painful of circumstances for in these days of radical cleansing we are asked to observe the contrast between moments of highly alert awareness and then other moments of feeling thick and heavy drugged and disembodied as negative energies take form and embrace us smother us to the degree we will allow Observe yourself observe your state many times a day so that you may practice the art of choosing This is your chance to rise up from the seduction of hopelessness or worry to drop the cloak of memory and pain from your shoulders To make deep stillness a daily gift and daily movement as necessary as the breath you have been given by your Creator For we travel now between worlds always on a sacred path yet perhaps at times interrupted by the darkest of demons and in these spells for they are spells indeed there is nothing but the frequency of our hearts and prayers and what we choose can make the difference between living a Heaven or a Hell For make no mistake this purging only exists to call into full remembering the profound painful beauty always present in the godly dance of the human form So if you dare this turning point is poised to break open the mystery to call forth the heroines and heroes to lead us into a depth from which there is no turning back but then why would we want to turn back? This is a time for loving beyond understanding just loving anyway and then the magic happens and as the state of the body the openness of the heart fall into a sacred rhythm only then does the mind have something to say only then will understanding come And are we in this state of love asked also to be fierce? To cry out to walk to leap to cease our hiding our passivity to pull down the masks we wear and instead reveal what is real even in the face of oppositional and negative states? Yes yes and yes Do not rush to name yourself as holy do not pretend you are beyond it all above it all too sensitive for it all Do not imagine this deconstruction applies only to others not you for it is those who drop to their knees in humility who will be the first to fly free from the grip of old shame And then here rises that for which we all have waited so very long the simple freedom to bask in a heavenly love a Christly love a love of supreme and penetrating forgiveness as we bear witness to the children of God who stumble and fall who judge one another with bitter projection who betray one another in their fear and accuse one another of the very crimes they themselves commit all the while murmuring never again even as they cycle in the karmic torment of their own blinding fear All this all this while love awaits eternally patient It is a story as old as the hills of Jerusalem as the temples of Gaia as the skies of the universal laws Yet what is new in this time is the standing between worlds and the power this places in your waiting hands Every day when you open your eyes you awake to the most extraordinary opportunity imaginable for you have become so malleable that in that waking moment you can choose the lens through which you experience everything your senses perceive This principle has always been so but now as never before you stand at an intersection and in order to move you must choose which road is yours You cannot travel two at once and if you try your journey will always default to the path of greatest learning thus the one full of rocks sticks and holes Similarly if you cannot bring yourself to choose because you fear an unknown direction you will stagnate and become stuck at this intersection of your fear and your desire You may find yourself turning in circles your boots growing heavy with the mud of your indecision You can of course default to the familiar way the one you have walked so many times before the road of comfortable pain of the safety of knowing the locked doors the failure the conflict the misery that has been your friend for so long This road will always welcome you with a hearty greeting the relief of no surprises except the discovery that once again this path takes you in a circle over and over always returning to the same place where you do have the chance to begin again Or on this rare and beautiful morning you may open your eyes and turn your gaze toward a new direction spacious and uncluttered where the first thing you notice is that your steps have become lighter you are no longer carrying anything your back stretches straight and tall your energy returns your brow lifts your eyes smile even as you realize that here you know nothing nothing at all Upon the horizon lies every dream you have ever had but you feel no attachment no urgency or greed All around you is only space and Light and you know in your heart that you already have everything you need Like the giants from fairytales of old you seem to be wearing seven-league boots for every step you take you travel miles and miles There is no one else on this road with you and yet your heart is warm with connection and trust because truly you have no idea where you are going and that feels fine You see your dreams and so much beauty but the landscape keeps transforming around you with every breath indeed time has become fluid And when you choose to move quickly you pass through days weeks centuries in a moment and when you choose to slow down a deep focus envelops you and time stops right where you stand You do not look back for every memory has been transformed by the present and every unwanted thought has dissipated like smoke long after the candle is done But if you were to turn your head to look over your shoulder what you would see would be the sparkling tumbling shards of those shattered forms so beautiful in their erasure in their letting go that you would be in awe of the peace you feel the absolute willingness within the complete lack of desire to fix anything control anything judge anything or defend anything for it was after all only matchsticks only tumbleweed only the house of cards you once built before you understood before you found the courage the surrender to take your own chosen higher road And this dear spirits with human stories is the journey of our times This juncture this turning point is the culmination of a vast collection of illusions confusions and lies The stirring of the shadow has set free untold mechanisms of liberation like a flock of startled birds souls suddenly unleashed free to rise free to float free to soar And so we ask as you prepare to take your next step Where will you turn your gaze? What invitation will you decide to accept? What will you choose to forgive to relinquish to forget? How will you bear witness to the crumbling of your old beliefs? How will you disperse your own clouds of shame upon the high wind of the vivid choice you made to be alive right now right at the crossroads of your chosen Divine path? And the music you hear? it is the scattering of your fears a handful of chimes thrown to a benevolent wind the breath of your Creator the breath you share as One It is the song you are asked to sing even as the ship seems to be sinking as the walls seem to be crumbling as you transform your being to a world where the non-physical has become what is true In this way you have been waiting for this moment forever this remembering of the waking dream the alchemy the re-creation but this time with open eyes This time in the knowing It is all Divine Much love, Adi </p> <br/><br/>This is a public episode. 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<p>When we learn to face, embrace, and uplift our own shadow, everything changes. We discover a world of Grace.</p><p>I know you know this. We all know this. But applying it in moments of extreme pain can demand next-level mastery. </p><p>These are days of extraordinary energetic intensity, calling upon all our knowledge and courage to stay centred. </p><p>I am happy to share that I am hosting a pay-what-you-feel online Salon to share the new transmission for 2026, OLD FORMS SHATTER. Please join us on Tuesday, January 20, 7 p.m., to hear this new guidance, and chat with old friends. </p><p>Registration is required to attend this Salon. You can sign up via Eventbrite <a target="_blank" href="https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/old-forms-shatter-salon-for-2026-tickets-1980260367065?utm-campaign=social&#38;utm-content=attendeeshare&#38;utm-medium=discovery&#38;utm-term=listing&#38;utm-source=cp&#38;aff=ebdsshcopyurl">HERE</a>. </p><p>Much love, Adi</p><p></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>

<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>