The 11-11 energies issued a time out not for good behavior but for observation of the patterns of light. Like a spider’s web, within the new patterns of light are hidden messages, geometries, and codes. What is still held sacred seeks an outlet, a place of safety. As you move past the previous markers of limitations, you begin to float dimensionally, like an island in a gale force wind. You are a little nauseous, as if you have jet lag, as you move ever so slightly with the changing dimensional tides.

You truly have become almost island-like, no longer attached to any outcomes. Everything tries to right itself like an upside-down turtle. The winds of change are dominant and push you in a direction you would not choose to go on your own. In the same manner that a multicolored autumn leaf drifts on the breeze, you allow That Which Is to buffer your shift.

Dimensional rift is not a place for sissies. Learning to float is a must. The codes of light you asked for come forth as you walk gently with a big heart. The cells of your body and heart sound with glee as you bring love into your future via the word and walking your light, “This is the time of your life; spend it well and with reverence for all.”