I am LigHTwOrkEr

I am what I yam, said the great Iyam!

The girl sat in her soul seat and observed her actions. She was waiting for her date to show up. She had met the man at a bar one evening. After learning that one of her many talents was landscaping, he had immediately targeted her and had lured her into his life by offering a job of moving his large, self-made coy pond. She realized that he had never intended to hire her and offer her any kind of abundance. Men like him were everywhere: attracted to her shine, her beauty, but scared of her spirit, flowing connection. She understood that their fear attracted them to her like moths to a flame. Little did they know that her soul shine would burn away their egoic illusions and would firmly force them to face their own egoic manipulations. Of course, she understood herself to be the mirror and that she had to be very careful not to fall into the same egoic illusion. When Lucifer himself offers you gifts of material wealth in exchange for bowing down and worshiping his power, one must take a deep breath and understand their own sovereign power in connection with spirit. It is not up to us to BE GOD, but we are DIVINELY HUMAN and hold the GOD spark WITHIN us. The egoic trick is to think that material goods will bring us soul treasure. All of this is false and must be called out into the light. So many who have embraced the worlds path of amassing wealth have literally sold their souls for this materialistic embrace. This embrace holds the false light of comfort and will give you any drug and any illusory comfort just to keep your light around. Don't buy the hype of material delight! And, make no mistake: infinite CREATOR wants to see us light, bright souls gifted with infinite abundance, but this abundance comes within submission to the divine will for our lives. We must listen and pay careful attention because what is meant for us will come out of our own giftings, not by swindling others for short-term monetary gain or physical comfort. And, as a great messenger said so long ago, we must pay attention to what kind of foundation our house is built upon. Be cautious because you may be entertaining a divinely lit earth-angel, unaware because you are so fixated on material prosperity and beauty rather than soul-wealth.

The girl was curious about the connection; about what spirit had to illuminate through both of them, so she sat at a Mexican restaurant and awaited his arrival while she nursed one of the last beers that would cross her lips. Years ago, she had been liberated from religious bondage and had accepted drinking as being a part of that liberation. Now, with a mug full of Negro Modelo, she studied the pattern illuminated upon her sketch book. In the atmosphere of the restaurant, she remembered Dia de Los Muertos and longed for the smells of Mexico. She remembered seeing the Abuelas lovingly pat out fresh tortillas and pass them out as frisbees to the niñas and niños leaving school for the afternoon. She held on to those warm memories, especially while feeling a world stricken through with fear due to an ultimate sickness being inflicted and shutting down travel and economy. She remembered the freedom of these people who lived in dirt: their bright smiles in the face of incredible odds warmed her heart as she sketched patterns the light illuminated upon her journal.

What does the day of the dead symbolize for you in your life?

As the girl waited for her date to appear, she felt this symbology reverberate through her soul: she knew that, to keep her around, he would offer material wealth. And, sure enough, when he sat down across from her, he started to tell his tale: financial wealth connected to pharmaceutical powers and the offer to fly her anywhere WITH him. The girl was not surprised as Spirit had already prepared her for this illusory offer. The offer came with the undercurrent of control and manipulation. As long as she gave up her own soul path, she could tag along, for free and keep feeding the man the light of authenticity he was so desperately wishing to connect to.

The girl took her last sip of beer and breathed it all out. This was her day of death. This was the last time she would capitulate to this ever again. She was sovereign in her right to choose her own travels and sovereign in her right to manifest her OWN abundance. Yes, it looked like she didn't have much at that time and greedy men, with a twinkle in their eyes felt they could control her movements because they offered her the illusion of material comfort.

The girl opened her sketch book and showed her date the sketch. A shadow immediately crossed his eyes, and he took a gulp of the beer. His own soul was being called out. Would he listen to the story of death and resurrection? Would he actually be her friend and share in mutual empowerment or, would he, like so many other men in her life, pat her on the head and say, "Oh, that's beautiful, but you will never succeed. You must follow ME and I will bestow so many gifts upon you. You don't have to worry your pretty little head."

The girl remembered the flow of abundant laughter and the warmth of the sun's rays upon her skin. She remembered the taste of pure orange juice on her tongue and felt the citrus inspire her every sense: this was abundance.

The girl laughed at his reaction and reassured him that she was confident in her ability to use her talents and giftings to empower herself and other women. He was aghast at her lighthearted ways of firmly stating her boundaries. In her own mind, she heard Rhett Butler state, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." And, frankly, her divine feminine heart DID NOT give a damn any longer. She smiled back at the smiling dead head illuminated through her sketch. She was blissfully dead and awake all at the same time.

May your day of death also be your own resurrection and may you stand firmly implanted in the divine, infinite purpose of YOUR life.

So, even though it may be a silly mantra to repeat, the girl could feel the yummy lushness reverberate through her body:

I am what I yam, said the great Iyam!