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Love is the air we breathe when we are not afraid
AS OLD FORMS SHATTER
FEB 3, 202618 MIN
AS OLD FORMS SHATTER
FEB 3, 202618 MIN
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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&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
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