By Catherine Viel, April 14, 2022
(Golden Age of Gaia)
April 13, 2022
Up to its native stars
My soul ascended!
There from the flowing bowl
Deep drinks the warrior’s soul…
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Skeleton in Armor
Getting ready to take a family member to a routine appointment, my attention is drawn to glittering rings and jangly bracelets in my dusty jewelry box, and necklaces dangling from wall hooks.
I haven’t spent much time perusing my collection of modest adornments over the last few years. Life has been too fraught to bother with such things; mask-wearing feels so dispiriting, why accessorize? However, in much of California we’re currently allowed to go maskless, and my mood has lifted correspondingly.
One part of me feels like I’ve no business primping. The world is at war! I need to do something to help end this dragged-out final battle, as many people see it. Spiffing up an outfit with matching earrings hardly qualifies as a winning strategy.
But I put on the rings, bracelets, and earrings anyway, and a gold cat-and-heart pendant necklace. I suspect that, quirky as it sounds, this is my battle armor. I’m telling those who would crush my spirit: You can’t make me too depressed to put on my sparkly baubles. Not anymore.
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Getting a bit gussied up helps me feel positive about how I look, which improves my mood. It’s really about having sufficient self-esteem to care about the face I show the world; and I believe self-esteem is a close cousin to sovereignty, that gold standard many of us are aiming for.
For others, improving their mood could just take doing something out of the normal daily routine. Even people with crowded schedules might find a few minutes for refreshment, like taking a stroll or drive through an unfamiliar neighborhood. The humblest communities can still offer opportunities for self and family to find renewal.
I realize some activities aren’t available to everyone because of various constraints. Regardless, wherever we live, whatever resources we have, there’s likely at least one thing we can do to switch up the mood-o-meter. And I believe that a higher mood feeds the warrior’s soul that surely resides within each person on Earth at this time, whether we’re aware of it or not.
What I appreciate about these prosaic mood-lifters is that even people who have no idea we’re engaged in a spiritual (and literal) war for humanity’s survival may feel an inner prompting to mix things up in a fun way, and, perhaps because of the rising energies we’re experiencing, be able to put that nudge into action.
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I wonder if we as a collective are heading toward summer with a readiness for renewal. In locales where community festivals were not completely killed by the lockdowns over the last two years, they are ramping up again. After a two-year hiatus, Santa Barbara looks forward to the Summer Solstice parade and celebration, and in August, the orchestrated riotousness of Fiesta.
While I may not attend Solstice or Fiesta, I can still don my sparkling rings and bracelets when I go to the store. I’ll view it as flouting the grim, 1984-esque future being pushed on us by the globalists. I imagine that, however we elect to feed our warrior’s soul, if it’s right for us, in some intricate reckoning perhaps beyond our ken, it also nourishes the souls of fellow warriors.
Shelley Young recently channeled:
It is always about you, and never just about you. You are part of smaller systems and larger systems that work in similar ways to support the overall balance, growth, and expansion of all.
I’m sure that in some way, my actions—even choosing a citrine ring to complement a floral top—support the overall balance and expansion of the Universe.
I’ll get out a cloth and polish up my jewelry box. It’s going to be getting more use from now on.
