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In the Sacred Halls, where the spinning wheels of the Golden Age murmur, the imprints of ancient worlds, the codes of star traditions, the whispering of initiated epochs… there these words were born, preceded by the Intention…
Beyond the mystical gates, in places where ancient prophecies live and the radiant threads of the worlds of Light quietly spin their images, which the Masters of the Golden Age attentively receive and soon release into interweaving with our physical reality.
In the pulsating beauty of God’s intentions, which are so powerful that even time becomes flexible and matter malleable, I am wrapped in the fragrance of the Sacred breath, whose translucent Purity sparkles as it flows through me and soon unlocks a radiant path…
There, where the Sacred weaving mills of being flow through the wheels of Creation, and the springs of time spin the Pure yarn of Life, whose language is frequency and whose aim is the ascension of Consciousness, but also the utterly ordinary art of wakeful living on Earth.
From the creative hearts of the Masters of Light, whose robes shine like portals of eternity, gushing forth with blessing, came the manifestation of magical candles. And when I look back, it is incomprehensible to me how not only I, but also my children, through whose Consciousness many events took place, could truly live through a story whose scene was Divine. It wrote itself through us not only as the making-present of the Sacred, but also as the embodiment of God’s beauty in humanity… not only in us, but also in all the others who, without knowing, wrote it together with us.
I walked in the footsteps created by Light, the pulsating Force of the Sacred Halls gave them rhythm, and the tones of the prophecy of the Stars resounded with vibrations that opened unreal events… And yet, although I was under vigilant guidance, it was not easy for me.
It was precisely with these candles that demanding moments came, which I shared with you several months ago. I was guided to melt down, to the very last drop, many, many dozens of candles that had already been painted.
The spreading Light vibrations through the wheels of Creation did indeed pass through me unfiltered, like Pure yarn of Light, and yet the candles did not work in the way the Intention had set. And even though no one would have known, no one would have recognized it, and I am sure of that, I did. And I do things purely. I could have happily sent them out into the world, rejoicing in the success they would undoubtedly have had even then.
But I stand behind the high quality of my work. I must be certain that anything I send from my workshop is crowned with blessing and works perfectly. And I was not certain. I do not act from my own wanting, or in order to keep pace, because I do not wish to keep pace with anyone. I will not embellish anything, nor do something that is not meant to be. I do not make compromises. And this is precisely what the Golden Age asks of us – not to make compromises!
And although it was hard work, not for a single moment did I question the Light guidance, and I uttered the legendary words: “to the very last drop…” we will melt them down… Everyone was shocked then, because it was only a short while before publication. You ask whether it was difficult for me, whether I was sad and carried it heavily. I was not. Everyone around me carried it more heavily than I did. Perhaps only now, when you see them, and even more when you hold them in your hands, because one weighs almost a kilo, can you imagine what it was like to melt down dozens and dozens of them, and many dozens more…
I do not have goals or desires arising from wanting. Then a person is in the state of “it does not matter to me”, and it is in fact not possible to feel anything other than peaceful fulfilment, inner moderation, whatever may be happening. And even though I had no idea why, nor was I searching for it, I did not doubt that the Intention was surely perfect. And it was!
Now, immersed in the warm air coloured by the metamorphosis of the Earth, I breathe the transparencies that blossom with the frequencies of the New epoch, and the endlessly mystical eyes of the Snake Prince shine upon me, he who is the elder Brother of these black sisters, as I call them in my work. I listen to his hissing Force and gratefully realize that had it not been for that pause back then, I would never have been in the place of the Sacred Halls, where the air ripples translucently and where the Prince first looked upon me…
I touch the threads of the Sacred weaving mill, which almost a year ago exhaled its mighty tone through my being so strongly that it shines through me and endlessly resounds within me. Through my palms flow thousands of silken streams of Light, captured in everything living around me… through my reality, which is like a fabric through which the impulses of the dimensions of Light pass.
Their threads vibrate, shine, and tell stories. They are seated in the mighty event through which the Arcturian candle also descended, whose birth is the work of the Sacred murmuring of the spinning wheels of the Golden Age, and not only of the Masters of Light, but also of the entire Arcturian civilization. Although the Arcturian candle is visually different, it forms the synchronous breath of the Holy Trinity, for which the Snake Prince opened the way.
Perceiving the pulsating rhythm of the Sun spreading through the heart of the Earth, I breathe out deeply. It was hard work! I am returning from the mission that was the most demanding. Honestly worked through, and one in which I walked on persistently, without doubt, even though there were many stones, high hills, and insurmountable mountains upon it…
I hold in my hands more than merely beautiful candles. I carry the kindled springs of the Sacred Halls of Holy Jewels. Shimmering particles of Light of excellent frequencies tremble through me, for which my body forms a gate. And this year has truly taken its toll on me, sometimes right down to the bone – to be in the state of Being, in the frequency, so that the activation could take place… of these four, but also of many other things I am not mentioning.
The dazzling Light thread, spinning through the cycle of Creation all that IS created, led me to weave through the creative process not only physical precision and visible beauty, but above all vibrational perfection, winding from the Golden spinning wheels of time in a Sacred touch that permeates matter.
They attune us into the pulse of radiant particles of Light, where there is only one face of ours – the Divine one – and lead us into immunity from any possible shielding off.
The candles, Temple of Light and Pyramid – Portal of Light Consciousness, carry messages from places where the Sun has been revered for thousands of years as an embodied Divine transmitter, and its golden rays are contained in the coded intelligence of the Candles.
The crystalline codes of the Light tissue seated within them penetrate the deepest layers of matter, shift molecular structures, and activate the sleeping potential in every cell.
The flowing ancient current of Light, which revives the centre of all worlds, makes the silence between the stars resound, and is the thread between blossoms and roots, works through their glow with our being now.
The Cosmic fluid spreading through them leads us to connect to the Light spine – the axis of the Universe, which guides us into a rare state of Being – the one originally intended for us. And where there is only one face of ours – the Divine one.
They are an extraordinary portal through which we may feel how the Light thread of Higher dimensions touches our earthly tissue, how they attune to one another and form a gate through which we enter the Golden Age.
They are a very elaborate Force of the Matrix of the Earth, which, through their little flame, leads us to various places and points of our planet, where the traces of knowledge and wisdom of all our incarnations are uniquely activated for us, so that we may remember them and bring them alive here and now.
The Black Sisters are the Gate into the epoch where the laws of Light reign, and the silent droplets of the blessing of Eternity fall softly like a radiance that says nothing and yet changes everything…
