The united council of oneness is a star council made up of various collectives which describes itself as combined as one in love and honor – the team of the United.
Yoshima equestia ni sta karta. Nira quayla im extensia. Nikka si stahta. Loro imbaahvelay innia nesta – esta quo qum. Imma imareh si si settina. Etta na hah vah barimeh. Estia estia immahahva. Ni loco nitta tanda in equadoro. Shim shimmia esta hahva. Spim spimmia equadoro. No lo sah teh. Trim trivia osta canta. Divereh sum stanta novo. Equadoro sri srianka. Imma neh hah – si stando issia tempereh. Esta ikkia immhahva beii. Sequa inanndo. Spezzima sitta stemma sotto.
Feel the air, feel the breath of the air through you and in your heart. Draw circles in the sand. See a siphon – for the separation and the sifting of all particles is to begin. (I see a pack of cards and as one falls they all fall – all are interconnected. I hear the rustling of leaves and those leaves are interconnected across the world. I see concentric rings spreading outwards – la la la – they say).
Nestanta liquanta. Hosta im heii. Nasta im trevia sitt siquerha. Statta somnia likka tandah – imma heh. Im ottowah sri sanda im opsikom. Etta imma hahra narvireh. Etta ettanga sim simulah. Miquarta ta ta tei. Nistia nikka deii. Li li likartah esta homivah. Ha ha hinnia im tempera. Osta ni harveh, nista ni tanto. Schimma esta ta ta.
For the times ahead will push the boundaries of what has been accepted before – all will turn – it is for the turn-around now – earth changes are due. Breathe gently dear ones for all will be well. The complications of the “guardians” have been resolved.
I see an ancient tablet of fluid sand and it is turning as if cleaning – a clean slate. I feel joy and bliss as if a weight has been removed. I see clouds in the sky clearing as if to form a picture frame around what is to be written on the blue sky. I feel happiness and joy – see the birds weaving a new stratosphere, a new air energy energetic. I feel myself being lifted into the upper levels and layers of the sky – where you can float in oneness. I see lettering – like words – a new language breaking through the sky’s atmosphere.
For we are to breathe together in a new way – for now is the time of deep breath. I see something that appears to be a shifting or a movement within the air/sky levels and layers. Like a blank canvas on which things can be re-written at a molecular level. I feel deep happiness inside as I know that I am being re-written as well.
Etta bahweh ni ni nisendo nir nitarkah deii spim exterria in alto. Darvia darahinah et ettinarkah sanda. Tara im loca da hesta. Ni nivareh incatterra sum homiley. Esta verda simmi ni tato. Sti stri elixia im etta mimmi dequento teii. Tessika im homo hahvireh.
Statta etinka shirri shey shey shirri. Sim statta etta novo sri eklarta. Trim temmia etta doro. Ni hah natteh, ni nah klara, ni nah nevikah, ni nah tosata. Ni nah netta nikartah. Ni nam obsimmi, ni larah, ni niqueseta, ni nimmia, ni nitta, ni imma bahva, ni loquanta, ni ni nitosta sterria im khana quii.
Breathe for the longings of the new day. Breathe for the little ants, breathe for the fluffy tails of the bunny rabbits that bounce. Breathe for the endings, breathe for the new beginnings. Breathe for the sky – and that will change colours too. Breathe for all that will disintegrate, breathe for all that will collapse, breathe for all that is to be renewed. Breathe for the love light of the new dawn. Breathe for the tenderness and caring – for you are held.
It is time to join hands as one for this momentos change (I see digits in my brain running really fast). Take out your road-maps, where are your scrolls? I look but there are no maps, no scrolls. Instead I sit around a fire with new friends, a new way. It’s as if we are roasting marshmallows, drinking hot chocolate. All is good with friends and in warmth.
They continue – Ahh feel the sighing of the winds, aah feel the joy of the leaves whispering. For all is gone and done now. Aah, the salmon as it splashes upstream – moving forward into new lives are you now. The sun concoction will change as will that of the moon. No template rigours of the past way of doing things.
Barniah, barnia bim beii. Barniah battivah. Si sequesta im alto mattah teii. Sett galaxia moto hahrey im ebstemmia nikka quai loro. Im hannika, im bahvirey. Etta lu lu sri sinahvah omni bar.
Iquartah dquantah seii. Dim estra nikki karvah imostia stenarkah ottirey. Sequanta stimma vah. Ha ha hinnea et imbivah ney starta. Seii loquarta likseaah tim a tata. Orinonco himarvah beii.
For joy shall be beholden to all. For the times of turn and change are now. For all is to be “elongated”. (I see like taffy being pulled out). A new density, a new heightened frequency is upon us. The digits will change, the hours and timings will change. A new `click tick` connection with all that is and the memories of the old are to be erased – to be lost in time and space. For the trappings of time have been removed and now it is for all to see.
Siquanta si stahnah – im bimmia nesta inquantah ekkador. Esta siqunta seii esta imhahva berria. Sikka ti latta. Esta im kandador, esta im berria. Nesti i hanka im trimavey. Omni ni tata stittia imkarnika.
Mimi mahteh im locum. Tevvia si striano setteh. Ankar esta inkanta mir homileh bahveh esta estikkia. Ni hi si stanto im obero – ni likki sim stendhia. Hessa lessistia mimi hahna.
For joyful re-writings are called for now. New frequencies, new pitches, new tonalities as you soar free into new beginnings. For the soul can soar and the heart can shimmer – peace is at hand. ( I see many diamonds in the sky – each one sparkling in its own unique way). For you must learn to breathe in a new way in the oneness – for all will be turned upside down, to be renewed, refreshed, replenished.
For this is the knowingness, an inner knowingness, an internal harmony of the “electronics” behind the oneness of the divine re-calulcations of all that is. A divine re-wiring, a re-contemplation, new interpretation of the beingness – of all that you are.
For the light is to descend in a new way as yet not understood. As yet not wondered upon, as yet not beholden. Little raindrops from the sky will dissolve the final threads for all is to dissolve and to be dissolved now. New frequencies, new bandwidths, new worlds. All is for the turning.
Ettia equarta im simmia steh. Essia nissarta hambivah. Nikka teh sti steria sim sekka stahtia teh.
Open up your wings for now is the time to fly and not be fearful.
(I see a magnifying glass and when you look through it’s as if we are huge beings looking down on this planet and that earth activity can be viewed as little pinpricks, like interesting patterns. Permutations and combinations to be observed with interest in the dance of All that Is).
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