<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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