KRIYA

There weren't always dragons in the valley, but in this moment I was blessed with three. Three magnificent Voltaire soaring high in the in the afternoon Sorcian sky, which is a lovely shade of iridescent lavender swirled and streaked sparingly with bright purples and blues. Echoes of laughter and delight vibrate joyfully in a lovely field of fragrant wildflowers, saturated with purples and blues of every shade, upon which I danced and played with siblings on Sorcia. My joy bursts for a moment at the remembrance, and sparkles of rose and gold twinkle and flitter from my being in response. I am ecstatic as two of my Voltaire friends soar high above the lush, blue-grassed Taire River Valley below, split in two by the generously flowing river for which it is named. They glide and play in unison, their voices trilling and roaring with delight as they flip and spin in the air in glorious harmony, utterly delighted to be doing so. As I give thanks for my Incarna on Sorcia and my Dragon friends who are part of me now, I spot the third Voltaire, not so far from her sisters, floating lazily on the edge of the forest watching the trio of Faeries who are practicing magical dance and laughing happily at each other’s missteps.

There is a magnificent ancient oak tree and her name is Bella. She offered me rest, nourishment and even protection many times whilst in two separate Incarnas. I feel thankful, knowing that I have once-upon-a-time gratefully leaned upon her and been nurtured by the fruits of her lifeforce, and the remembrance causes more twinkling. This beautiful being is firmly nestled atop a deep valley whose mountain walls are infused with vibrant crystals and gemstones. She stands tall next to a fast-flowing stream where a group of little, tiny fish swim this way and that, staying mostly in sync for each turn or wave. A tiny turtle is sunning on a rock. Deep down in the valley I can barely make out the form of a large tribe of unicorn congregated along the river.

Right now, there are many animals in my Haven, their presence promoting calm and understanding. I gaze toward the nearby meadow of vibrantly colored blue and purple wildflowers and watch my stag; he stands tall and 6-pointed, powerfully and regally poised in the distance. My Lucy is playing amongst the wildflowers in the meadow, alternately chasing butterflies, bees and her tail. She feels my love and offers me two laughing barks in response. Some more of my Faerie friends have arrived but will not linger close when I am integrating.

I rest upon Bella, thankful to be home, to be Kriya! I am delighted to be at peace, and while in pure bliss I will soon shake off the static still cluttering my vibration; it will raise quickly as I come back to my knowing, my connection to all that is.

Ahhh, so much lighter. I don't’ even realize just how heavy it all is until I am here and free. When I’m Incarna, I sometimes struggle to remember I am Kriya; I have lived entire timelines without ever connecting to myself. But once I’m back at home I remember and rejoice in my wholeness. I am Kriya! I am beautiful life force that exists as the embodiment of all I have been, every Incarna. There is much emotion pulsating in my being, making my aura sparkle chaotically with flecks of bright diamond-esq and rose gold.

I am better now, and my integration begins with the sudden recollection of my death, and the movie plays backwards and forward as I embody Shanda, the lovely Sorcian Priestess. There are always so many emotions to live and learn Incarna, and I am blessed to be Shanda. My aura sparkles as I ebb and flow with the feelings and memories. So loving. So hurtful. So hurt. Betrayal is always so unexpected and hard to swallow while Incarna, triggering fear, shame, anger and grief. I vaguely hear Lucy howling as I remember my pain. She comes to me now, her white and silver fur a soft and warm comfort. Receiving and giving pure, easy and honest love is the best way I find to recover after an Incarna, and my wolf is always the first to offer when I come home.

Purging and recharging in the sanctuary that is my heart of hearts, cuddling with my Lucy, I flutter and sparkle while replaying each moment, each feeling, none of them good or bad. My first Incarna on the gorgeous Sorica. My new Voltaire friends who are dear to me and will forever be part of me. The family I loved and learned from as I ascended to my chosen role as the youngest high priestess and sadly the last. The intense trauma and fear at the end. Watching my people hold their dead and dying. The fierce desire not to die until I knew my baby was born and safe. The beings that were put on our path to protect Ellee and did so without thought of sacrifice. I remember Grayson, though we met so briefly this Incarna, I know he is my best friend, my mirror, my love, my greatest bond. Mika. It’s my hardest lesson, to love and release my twin each time. Sometimes I fail, but this time I died before I could fail. Our time was so brief.

And I realize now that I am not finished, and we will be together again Incarna very soon. But I must integrate Shanda and take her with me. I join my Faerie family in the magical dance as J’nae, my last Faerie Incarna and the timeline during which I was gifted magical dance. My first timeline with Mika and my most enchanted and most passionate.

I was created as Faerie energy, as are all, and for me it is my most natural and free state of form. I am the lovely J’nae, dazzling and sparkling a lovely rose-gold. I have dainty wings that look like a shimmering butterfly. I dance and laugh in exilhiration while sharing my stories of Shanda and now I am truly able to know this part of myself that was hidden. I know now that I am chosen to continue in the timeline and be Ellee. I am elated in this knowing and so much love glitter is flying off of my little Faerie self!

I must prepare now. This time is so different than other timelines and Incarnas but I am so thrilled and excited at what I will experience. I feel Mika’s love embracing me as I remember Shanda’s last moments on planet Earth. So far from Sorcia and the people I loved. Our ship careening to the Earth as I sat securely in my safety pod, my arms wrapped tightly around my swollen belly as I prayed and chanted. The fear, chaos and crying as the humans evacuated us from the wreckage. The arduous hike to safety in the pitch dark and the pouring rain. The brave humans who saved us. Charlie, Emma and Grayson. My Mika…