New beginnings

The Universe has a way of opening doors that we didn’t know were closed and also prompting new beginnings to occur when we are least expecting them. If there is an unhealed part of yourself in need of the soul’s comfort, I hope you find Vesta’s words in today’s message both helpful and healing. Namaste. 🌼 

“It wasn’t goodbye,” Inaticia remarked.

“Yes, it was,” the woman said. “I felt it.”

“Was it you setting up a wall to prevent yourself from feeling additional hurt?” Maitreya inquired.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t look back,” the cynic said.

“I don’t exactly want to look toward the future right now, you know.”

“It’s difficult not to feel disappointed,” stated the young girl. “Look at how many areas of disappointment this touched?” As she opened a doorway, a number of dimly lit candles appeared.

“Don’t tell me you’re still carrying a torch for all the people who disappointed you,” the cynic snorted. “That’s insane.”

“No, it’s not insane,” Maitreya said. “It’s her way of trying to keep the fires of compassion lit.”

“Maitreya, that’s hardly how I was thinking about it,” admitted the young girl.

“Well, that’s how you could think about it now,” he suggested. Turning to the woman, he said, “Romance, in its ideal form, doesn’t include hauling along old wounds from prior disappointments and laying them out for others to tiptoe across. It involves taking an inventory of those wounds and disappointments, and trying to find a common theme. Many grew up in neglectful homes and will cling to the tiniest morsel of affection shown because the ripple effects of being neglected have become so commonplace to manoeuvre that tiptoeing across old wounds and prior disappointments seems like a cakewalk.”

“Let’s clear the slate,” the fool said, and suddenly the woman found herself sitting in an industrial-sized kitchen.

“It’s too bad I’m allergic to flour,” said the young girl. “Today would be a great day to make cookies.”

“You can use alternative items, if you desire,” said a chef, who was assembling a fresh batch of cookies.

“You knew this would comfort me, didn’t you, Inaticia?” the young girl asked, referring to the name of her higher self, whom she had long since grown accustomed to conferring.

“Your mother helped to send this memory to you,” Maitreya said. “She knows how you’re feeling and what you enjoyed most as a child.”

“Shall we bake a batch for the man who was afraid to let you love him?” Inaticia then asked, and the woman’s eyes started welling up. Swallowing hard, she tried holding back her tears, but couldn’t.

“Please let them flow,” Maitreya said. “They’re real and raw and true, and you don’t need to apologize for any of them.”

“How much rejection can a single person handle in one single lifetime, Maitreya?” she asked, blotting her tears.

“How much love can one single person handle in one single lifetime, Dear One?” Vesta asked, revealing herself.

“I can’t measure that,” the young girl replied. “All I know is that I’m capable of a tremendous amount of love, but I’m afraid that no one will ever want it from me.”

“You can’t give from an empty well,” Vesta said, calmly washing a single dish in the sink and handing it to the young girl to dry. “Find peace in cleaning. Clear each room as much as you can and invite new energy to replace all the old, dusty areas that favoured clutter for comfort. There is much to be said for starting over, even now, for in new beginnings, old wounds that are revealed might very well have come to you to bid a final farewell. Look into the sunlight for the new dawn, not in the stars that reflect the day’s ending, for the stars will be there, even when the sun is not, and the moon will be there, even when it is barely visible in the night sky. It is a time for replenishing, and, yet, even if it is a time to mourn a tremendous loss or a new beginning that fell through the cracks, trust that as Gaia is a full-fledged miracle worker in her own Divine right, know that spring will soon come, bringing a bounty of new beginnings with her, too. You are never too old to find new love, lest you believe it so to the absolute core of your being.”

The young girl finished drying the dish and set it on the counter, gesturing Vesta to wash another one. As the woman observed their exchange, Vesta looked toward her, nodded her head, and then continued. “Reinvestigate what you believe. Give yourself an opportunity to laugh at every opportunity, as laughter is tremendously healing. Buy yourself a new plant, too, if you feel it will benefit you on an emotional level, for it will give you something to nurture and tend to, especially if someone is temporarily unable to receive that same nurturing and tending to from you. Turn the tables on misfortune. Lay down the law and call a spade a spade, and not a basket or a pick or an axe, for a basket it out of place in the list of items presented, and you need not worry that the basket is not needed, for it, too, has its place in the Divine order of Universal Law. Trust in it. Trust in your own truth, yet stand back and sincerely question whether you are holding onto truths that could be tossed directly into the basket for recycling. There is no law saying that an old love cannot become a new one, or that a new one might simply need a time of recalibration. Honour what is needed. You needn’t capture the sun’s rays to prove that they are real. You need only to open your eyes and look, for the sun will remain as the sun is, until the time comes for it, too, to be reintegrated into the All That Is. Blessed be the sun, the moon, and the stars, for they are staples on love’s journey toward itself—ever searching, ever finding, and ever remembering every single moment of every single journey taken upon the Earth’s plane, for it is those journeys that both nourish and sustain not only your own soul, but all the other souls that have intermingled with your own since the dawn of time. And as I am visiting this morning to remind you to take your place among the lightworkers of the world who have come to shine a light upon the darkness and teach others to open their eyes to Universal Truth, so will you also be among the ones who prove that a disappointment could very well be ground into a mortar and pestle so finely as to make it impervious to additional regret. Manage your time as wisely as you are able, for time has a tendency to pass by far faster when one is nearing the end of one’s term. Dance while the sun is up. Pray that each sunrise gives new hope to those who are silently bartering for more time, yet they are still hitting the snooze button of their lives, wanting to stay in darkness a few moments more. Be in the moment, too, for it is in each and every Now moment of your life that you can see the fullness bestowed upon you. Organize your time wisely, too, and spend less time shoveling the same debris from one room to the next, trying to fill a hole within that is in a constant state of neglect. Give to yourselves first. It is never selfish to give first to those who have the deepest desire to extend their generosity toward others in return.”

~ Channeled December 9, 2018

 

Author: Sheridan Cooke

I am an intuitive healer, medium, scribe, and Reiki Master. I channel messages from the High Council, Archangels, and the Elohim, as well as a light being by the name of Andromeda.

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