Dystopia

I AM BECKHA, INTERGALTIC ANGEL OF TRUTH, I transmit this message from Galactic Council and the Akashic records under the protection of Archangel Michael and his army of angels by the power of three (mind, body, spirit), with unconditional love for the highest good and heart of all beings, with my free will.

It is through the eyes of truth I communicate to you from the source of truth, there is nothing to fear, as truth is always stranger than fiction, as they say. This heart shaped locket you see now glowing through my chest, it is the gateway to all that ever has been and all that ever will be, it is truth in all its forms, see these eyes, these are the projectors, look long enough and you will see all you need.

I am not the only one who has the heart shaped locket glowing from my heart, or the eyes for mirrors, there are many of us (and accessible to all of us), we are many colours, and we are many sounds and just like the ones before us, our hearts were called, to evolve the heart and walk with earth, just like I am calling you NOW and the LOVE within YOU – it is a call from EARTH to your HEART

I have my personal guides, ascended masters, and protectors from the animal, plant, and bird realms, who have aligned with me on this journey to be present and are felt, heard, seen, in any form they choose; who guide my responses with only complete alignment in my heart.

I bring awareness to the indigenous of this land and all lands and imagine for just a moment, we are back thousands of years where it was just earth, creeks, oceans, mountains, rainforest, bush land, and the beautiful “natives” roamed so freely. Sometimes, as I share in the beauty of the land, I can feel their heartbeat and feet in the land as I walk along. I honour their culture and their endurance of heartbeat for our beautiful Mother Earth, they have been keeping her heartbeat alive and should be revered for their service to humanity, the mother and the universe and beyond.

I give thanks to the four elements, my allies, earth, wind, water and fire and to the directions, north, south, east and west as they are my constant guides and communion with the highest love of all ~ so be it

This I say to you:

When do we stop to look at life, when do we truly examines the truth of our own heart. Yes we make choices. Choices are made every day but where are these choices coming from?

A need, a hope, a pain or a desire; can you follow the trail of that choice, do you know its origins, is it a program or is it a call to go deeper of the heart. Sometimes our choices seemingly go against what your heart is trying to express. However, it is all essentially love, how we express love can look like the most delicate touch or it could break our hearts with each breath. It can bring forth the darkest of fears in our hearts, to test our level of choice, our Free Will, so to speak, to see if we can find our way back to love however, IT IS ALL LOVE.

Knowing the gift of the heart, is a true treasure; this is the place that all existence is kept. You can see anything you want to when you look through the heart. You create the story with your mind, your mind is a powerful creator, a God, if you will . Your GOD creates your STORY based on what you believe and value.

THIS STORY is created with our experiences in this ( and any of life/space/time) life. It is by our genetics, it is in our socialisation, it is in our experiences with others. Our family of origin being our first imprint followed by schooling, community and so on and so forth.

These all create an imbedded statements and understandings of who we are, it creates programs of self-evaluation, whether healthy or unhealthy. These programs then become patterns, ( sacred geometry) if you will. These patterns of behaviour then make up who we are, the good, the bad and the ugly.

However when we look at the depth of the heart, even out our worst, it is either as they say: A cry or an act of love.

We create a story and project our desires and perceive our fears. These all on the search of love, belonging, understanding, we choose over and over again the thing that we think will either keep us safe or place us into a state of adrenaline.

What you can conceive can and probably has happened.

But the anything is: you can shape-shift into the wind, the rain, the birthing of a flower, the essence of the heart in the full moon, you can see beyond what you perceive reality to be. It can be your heaven on earth, if you choose. The Bliss is omnipresent - it can come with the touch of the heart of another, or it can just whisper in the wind, even the dark has its beauty as the light of the stars shine the way. In trusting the seasons of life, as each flower unfolds and each piece of suffering in the heart is turned to peace. You can go as deep as you want to as there is despair everywhere, through the strength of your heart, you know you can be anywhere. In the heart of creation in the breath into your own heart, love is the cure always. A Shepard does not leave his flock and it is only through the love in His heart and the commitment of the soul that ensures each and every ONE is brought home to the safety of their own heart and that their salvation lies not in what they have done but the depth of their heart.

Their heart for themselves, the other and all, the heart that knows itself in the blowing of the breeze, the heart in the song of the whale, the heart in the trees, the heart in the land, air and sea and all the animals that share its space in creation. Everything as one, in any given moment. But this doesn’t happen without diving deep to find what is blocking this place of ecstasy. What programs and patterns are you running that stop the natural flow of your heart.

The only catch: You cannot can’t say who comes with you, you can’t say how it will be created – you can only follow a dream, guided by the heart and see where it takes you.

Where we live now:

Dystopia, a word to describe where life currently resides for most, a hell created on earth, a place without heart. It is like you are living in a cross between matrix and hunger games where everything and nothing is what it seems. The Matrix, a simulated existence fuelled by energy and hunger games, the ultimate game of survival. Both simultaneously interacting as vortexes fuelled by stories; stories of past, stories in the present and the ones created for the future. They are held in the minds, in the body: all thoughts, all feelings, all aspects of DNA interwoven to create YOU. A dance of inter-weaving patterns and programs that are created to have a hold not only on you, yet also potentially everyone, keeping them in a state of suffering and fear, protecting these programs, often with their life.

Where did these programs and patterns come from? Everywhere. This is the Dystopian world you live in now however this is the dystopian world you have always lived.

It was the 2020 COVID-19 outbreak that began the shift in veils, it was the ending that sparked a new beginning, one could only make sense of, if you knew the message in the stars. Most had no idea, that they were caught in the Wheel of Samsara, as they say. The fear cycle self-perpetuating over and over in their bodies, minds and hearts. Some chose to speak out against the DIS-EASE – scream against the oppression, others saw the DIS-EASE as a benefit to the earth, either way, it was the end and the beginning and CHOICE being the decider.

We know the effects of COVID-19 that it also spread across the world, closing countries, borders and continents, with only a few small windows for travel between these inter-dimensional portals that we call continents, even countries divided by the DIS-EASE. The continent YOU lived on becoming more pertinent and nature either becoming the oppressor (cause you were locked down) or the liberator, because you began to open your heart to remembering nature and our earth. Depending on the “rules” of where you lived creating the essence of your heart. So many stories of fear started then, so many inter-plays of reality fighting for a voice, finding an antagonist, someone to blame, the rise of the devil himself in some realities, whilst in other realities provided a shimmer of hope, shining their light, making groups, singing songs, dancing in nature. Others, like me, watched the Wheel pass, one last time.

Way before COVID-19, there were those of us who striped back layer by layer. We trained, we worked on our programs, we watched for patterns, we challenged behaviours, thoughts, we searched our bodies, we purged, we begged for forgiveness, we cried, we lost, we learned breathing, we communed with plants, we opened to the guidance of divine, we communed with stars, we learned nutrition, we spoke to our bodies, our beings and our hearts. We broke down every defence we had, we found others on the journey, and we travelled with them alongside them, sometimes knowing their reflection and opportunity to strip back a lie within; other times not knowing until long after the energy between you had burned and there was nothing except shattered hearts.

Some created platforms of truths that highlighted the dark, the light and every program they faced and every discovery of healing they found on the way through, me included. From 2012 onwards there were ignitions of light created everywhere, each one supporting as best we could through the internal darkness we faced. We died to the truth over and over until our bodies were frail, our minds broken yet no doubt in our heart that we were the ones that created the DEVIL in the way we LIVED based on our patterns and programs and we had a CHOICE and that CHOICE was EVOLVE or be EV_LOVE (be ethnographical visible LOVE ) at least that is how divine shares with me in my REALITY.

Some of us watching it for years, training, communing and building our bodies, minds and spirits to be ready for this liberation from Dystopia, learning from ones who learned before us, we learned, we taught, we screamed, we cried, we lost our families, our friends, everything we had ever known, at least that was true for me. However, I couldn’t stop, each layer that fell, no matter how shattering it was to the illusion that I was anything except love. The earth had spoken to my heart, in every moment I was in nature, that it was my truth from my heart that held the key and when truth stood tall, all there was, was beauty. I started climbing mountains, I cried when I was sad, I honoured my truth, and I honoured the truth of another, I let go of anything else, any other story, anything that was not love. I still felt the pain, I still felt the joy however the truth remained, I was all of these, and these were not the dystopian existence I had lived up until then, this was the beauty of my life.

The place beyond 2027 where all fields will be open and nothing will be hidden, even truth will be seen by in so many fields.

Truth is subjective based on your programming of fear, your level of defence systems and your attachment to self-preservation. Fear feeding and love subduing, however which is which, fear is also a cry for love, it’s a plethora of story combined and lived to create existence. A relentless story of humanness and suffering and a seemingly endless separation from earth, yet you can be no separate from earth than you can be from your heart, you are no more in danger than the stars shimmering in the sky.

As you awaken dear angel, all you will see is everything is nothing and nothing is everything and all that matters in each moment, is each moment and anything you feel in each moment can be LOVE if you CHOOSE to be GRATEFUL. You can experience EARTH through your HEART and remember, YOU are LOVE… Let’s all unlock the lockets of all our SACRED HEARTS and CREATE a UTOPIA – our Heaven on EARTH that beats in each moment, in the reflection of the beauty of Earth’s creation, which includes YOU.

Just Remember: You cannot can say who comes with you, you cannot say how it will be created – you can only follow a dream, guided by the heart and see where it takes you.

(C) Rebecca Clarkson 2021