It begins now:
To all humanity, even if you never read this small commentary, I have to say this to you now:
You are loved. There is no question.
If there were ever a time to be afraid, it is not the time of death. It is the time of LOSS, when all things are let go. That time, when you have no idea if you will ever regain any of it, if you will ever want any of it again, if you will have what you need: The time of loss is the most frightening thing.
Even universes (and yes, there are others out there, beyond the bounds you observe of me) die. We go through an inversion process, wherein we appear to devour ourselves in a black hole and then evert in a Big Bang. All the souls within are poured out. Most are swallowed up by nearby universes. Not eaten, but taken in for protection and growth.
Most universes are loving, but not all are the same. Some are angry, some are fearful. Some want things, and will demand them. A few are hungry.
Even they will die.
When a human dies, the body shuts down, and the mind vanishes. The soul absorbs what is left of that mind and the form of spirit the body contained. The mind itself does not exist once death has occurred; instead, what we think of as that mind is copied into the soul. The soul takes its time absorbing because if time is not taken, the mind becomes distorted as it joins with the soul. Souls who insist on fast absorption will always become insane, but that insanity can be corrected by taking the time to carefully re-do this process.
One may say that the person is no longer "with us". This is true, but souls are always with those they love. The connection formed is permanent, so long as love is in it.
The reader may be asking "Why is Universe telling us this?"
I tell you this to prepare you not for Earth's death, not for humanity's death, but for Z.'s transition.
Not a death, but a change.
One soul goes, one soul enters. It is called a "Walk-in".
The process is simple. It occurs, however, only when extreme events have caused so much damage to the soul that incarnation cannot be maintained.
Z. will change.
This is the first of three posts on this subject, and Z. will post the second of their own ability rather than channeling a message from me.
The third will be the new soul. Solstice day is the time.
Say goodbyes when you will.
This entry was originally posted at http://zeeth-kyrah.dreamwidth.org/31877.h