a message from the League of Light Tygers are coming. The stars will fall. Over the sea will come the sound of a prayer, and when that echoes, the war will be over. Remember the core words of the prayer. Bring each other home. Download
Ego fights with fate, as the moment of final choice comes near. At the edge of competing elemental forces, the mind rests in a knot of an incomprehensible dichotomy. Is it too much to see what lay beyond, as change sweeps over the edge of
a message from the League of Light Who will emerge in the final revelation of truth? The one that has always been present. The one who lives within the one who lives. The true one lives beneath the veneer of projected ideas and emotional deification
a message from the League of Light As urgent as the current state of change has suddenly become, it is imperative that those of you who are sworn to serving the awakening of humanity stay as centered and grounded as possible. War will not tear
a message from the League of Light Nine carries love. You are of Nine when you sonically comb your meditation. Handy mantras will apply the love words to your internal energetic circuitry. We ask that you use mantras based in love to disentangle yourselves from
Considering all the arrangements being made, signals slipped through cracks in awareness, overtures being made in a groping manner toward the treasure you have held in trust for eons, is it any wonder that you feel like taking a step or two back right now?
As much as you’d like to say you’ve always known where you were going, at best it may be that you’ve been going on faith into the unknown. Magnificent in your promise, life endowed you with vision and power. How well have you nourished this
a message from the League of Light The day is long that the call draws you home. Unending is the light that has grown dim within the walls of the labyrinth. The light remains; the walls crumble. Know the modulation turns the corner that associates
A deep-seated sigh rises from the collective, from every heart grown weary with the spectacle of disintegration. If the feeling of hope seems to be slipping from your fingers, it is not happening with you alone. What else do you hold, besides hope? You are
