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THE DISMANTLING by Sophie Gregoire

The end of the year is coming closer...

2016 has been an interesting ride, and as November energies, Moons and stars adorn our sky, we can already feel a relief and the beginning of a new era in our lives. As 2016 reaches an end and we slowly enter the Year of Genesis, each of our destinies can make History.

The dismantling has cleaned you out of the impure, sullied blood
by Sophie Gregoire

Underneath it all
There is, at last
The excitment for Sacred purpose.

We are found.

That voice
So deep, insistent and persevering
It rises from the basement of your soul,
That voice
She couldn't leave you at peace,
Years and months of wondering
She shoke you to your core, 
Tore you apart
Dismantled your life
Because she knew,
You're of the Sacred Blood.

You now stand
White ground.
Star-studded vaccum, 
Gaping hole of light
On this empty frame,
You stand.
Strong and wise,
Seed of stars.

It's the passion for Sacred Love
Dear Heart,
That caused your dismantling.
Such a slow, accurate and violent crime
Of all your past lies, 
The slaughter of all the old masks.

You never gave up. Sacred Ritual, that Love was.

You are now naked,
Lighting up the dark night,
You are being knighted
Galloping in a rainbow night,
The road is yours.

Can you hear it?
We are found.

Go back to work,
Burning Hero 
Write, sing, build, do, act
Help, speak or open ways.

The dismantling has cleaned you out of the impure, sullied blood.

Now, the gold of the Tigers 
Flows in your veins.
The torch of the Phoenix,
The Ambrosia of the resurrected
You rise.

You're lifted up by a new order, 
And even your twirling mind
She now acknowledges,
Who you are.

Burn bright, Hero
Old programmings have died.

You're brandishing the sword of the Gods,
You're of Service.

You're the Sun in this Moon's sky
The star among the stars
You walk, 
Proud and certain of your Heart

Turn over for an instant: 
It's the magic of your eyes that they are following, 

You Are An Army.

Sophie Gregoire is often found contemplating an idea or how to explain a new concept, with a notebook and pencil in hand. She is an independent soul who loves to ponder over our world and humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality and traveling both faraway and deep within her heart and mind. Sophie savors coffee, encounters, yoga and meditation, with her cat as her greatest muse. Connect with Sophie on Facebook or more about Sophie here. 

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