Authenticity

TRIGGER WARNING

I have channelled this and the message is here for a reason, and if it has drawn you to it, then yes it is for you. I am not a counsellor, psychologist, or professional who can help you in the 3D existence- please get into contact with them if you are really struggling, depressed, or are having Mental Health issues, please do not read ahead unless you know you are ready, supported and able to confront your painful past.

However, please know that this has been written in order to trigger you, in order to heal a specific wound, likely related to your child hood and your family life and your family history.

Please seek counselling if you need it. Find support and know that I love you. The Divine loves you and You can overcome. But it is a profound pain as you do it…. Don’t give up, there is so much for you that is coming.

My absolute hope and desire is that you heal and you discover who you really are and what true love is. Neither can exist without the other. Discovering the Authentic Self must come first and Love on every level can then arrive.

Think of it as the carrot before the horse, love is is your juicy motivation and reward, for doing the painful hard work to overcome trauma and the loss of your true identity.

All my love to you and don’t ever give up on you x Krista

But first for recognition of the present….

The Theft

There is removal of light

And there is a subtle suppression of the truth

The deliberate gaslighting is coming in from every angle

When friends throw you boulders but tell you they are buoys

And family blame you and critize you for nearly drowning, they label you as irresponsible and reckless

When people say they love you…and they do!…. but only to possess you. They are those who desire to practice necromancy, because of their envy of you and their desire to hide you in the closet so they can take you out occasionally, only to wear you like a new suit.

They love to empty you out and fill you up with their own concoctions whilst stealing your creations and persona. They will whisper love… but it is spoon fed and corrupted, they will swear by the sun and the moon that it is real.

The Changing and the Choice

The child is born exact

Perfect.

Until they are corrupted.

Initially pure in their intent

In their needs

In their desires and their feelings

They exist in truth

But they are also beacons and mirrors who speak truth and reflect their carers truth back to them.

Their senses are the highest at the earliest of their beginnings

They feel truth and have deep knowings

They are truth speakers to their carers if their carers will only listen

This is when the carers can heal their wounds from the thefts that occurred at their own beginnings

This is the time of testing and a short chance and small window for adults to adjust and make changes.

Children begin as healers to those that birthed them

Feeling, learning, teaching, mirroring.

Some carers astutely listen to them and hear their cries with profound understanding

They are following Spirit and are open to their true path.

They adjust and stretch and learn

Deeper blessings are theirs!

Each child carries a pearl of wisdom that they alone can bring to the Earth

They carry blessings for every soul born to this world and any world beyond

But some carers struggle with the pain that is injected suddenly into their midst by their children

And the desperation to remove pain that is injected through truth and innocence, is subtly and strategically imbued.

Some carers become thieves, just like their carers before them.

And the toxic cycle is perpetuated

Opportunity for healing and growth is lost

Children become the means to flatter their own egos and comfort their own delicate pride and their own needs that have been lacking.

The warnings are clear at the beginning of new life

Beware should you try and fill yourself with anything other than the truth of who you really are and the truth of your purpose!

Beware! The Spirits cry through the voice of innocence

It is always, always through the innocent ones that Spirit speaks

Children

Animals

Earth

There are a multitude of voices calling all of us to listen

Carers and parents, what opportunity!

Greater love

Greater understanding

Greater blessing for the entire universe.

Do not fear growth and change.

It is the what you have been called to do

Be open to this painful but rewarding experience

Love abundantly waits for you.

Joy beyond imagining.

Peace beyond all understanding.

A Warm Embrace

I throw my head back and smile

Today I ride the mountains

The rocks and the stones careen as I ride over them

Through them

Past them

I feel the sun kiss me

and I kiss it back

I embrace it as it embraces me also

Bliss

Freedom

Air.

My mouth is smiling and it cannot stop

My mouth chooses not to.

Little Wren YouTube and Instagram

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsdH79mN4hECa1H5TItW4UA

Exciting news!!

I’ve started a youtube channel!

This is the link in red to the channel and also the link to the very first upload. Take your pick!

Like everything I do, this will grow and develop. The set up will improve, but for now Spirit has guided me to simply get started.

I hope you will use both https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsdH79mN4hECa1H5TItW4UA as well as this Word Press site to learn about spirituality and to help you on your awakening/healing journey.

Subscribe to both channels to keep updated, and come along with me for the ride.

Healing is forever, lets embrace it together.

You can also follow me on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/littlewren17/ for the arty stuff- it’s a bit lighter.

Grow with me.

I promised for ages that I would upload drawings and art and stuff, I’ve finally done something after a long time, both youtube and Instagram accounts, are the place to see it in action.

Thank you for all your support so far.

Love and healing to you

Krista

xx

The Great Deception

I awaken

I am loath to see the steadfastness of my teachers

I feel Anger raise it’s blade

It is swift as it screams in fury

What is this evil?

It is contempt to me!

I have played the fool.

I have been swaddled with lies

Deception is in every nook and cranny

Laughing hysterically

It could not have cared less

It cared not for any outcome, other than it’s own extension

It’s own recreation

It’s own lust and indulgence

I am betrayed and I loathe you for it

“Who is the devil now?” I scream as the truth carves through their sticky web of deceit

I slash at it blindly as rage calls me hungrily into its arms

I stumble into them weakly…..heavily

Groaning as the light of my blade pierces my own eye’s with pain and with power

The Hidden

The lessons began long ago

The setting of beliefs into concrete moulds

Some were set around the heart

Some around the feet

Some around the hands

Little pins were stuck into the tongue, sticking painfully if one dared speak

Despite these obstructions

The Victim attended their work and the tasks they were set, with diligence and good and pure intent

They did their best despite their limitations

In fact they took great care

The animals received extra attention

They were careful not to harm them with the concrete moulds they carried everywhere

The Perpetrators who had secured their Victim, checked them regularly, they wanted to protect their asset.

Working with the shackles was tedious, painful and difficult for the Victim

But they hummed gently to themselves and to those around them- they were perceived as gentle and soft and easy to enslave.

The Perpetrators secretly appreciated their asset but would never admit it

The Victim did not fight or defend themselves at first…they couldn’t.

They did not have the strength at the time.

Their shackles were applied when they were young, defenceless and innocent.

They did not know better.

Over time, the Perpetrators grew lazy.

They relied upon the shackles that were already in place, feeling confident that they were secure.

But beneath the shackles, the Victim was growing strong and powerful.

But neither the Victim nor the Perpetrators noticed the hidden power that was growing, right beneath their noses.

The Dark

Bats escape with thunder and force from the mouths of the wretched and dark caverns

They scream their final proclivity

It echoes dimly into the damp of the eve.

Flapping batters those who stand in the way

Endangering the fools who are curious and seduced about what lies below

It comes desperately….the desires

They erupt randomly with heat and sulphur

Sadness and sorrow that the folding of arms, were held firmly against the heart, instead of opened and welcoming

Pain binds me

I long for you when it’s grip tightens

I long for you…

….and no other….

In these moments,

I wish for you and your understanding

For the holding of your hand

For the kindness of your face

For your steadfastness and strength

For your wisdom and for your words

Understanding Change

Scratching at golden bands like the dragon Eustace

Pain …ripping incessantly through armoured scales

Like old and worn out truths that strangle and bind and burn and pain

But it is useless!!

Even the King of beasts

This ugly old lizard that breaths fire that is rooted in it’s belly

Let the commoners seek understanding and run from this fierce beast!

It burns everything before it

Not because of evil intent or desire to destroy

But rather to soothe

Therefore, have courage

and assist the poor beast

Help it find a mighty claw that rips the scales away to reveal a soft and subtle skin

Leaches

The wounded sit in the sun

Applying salt and balms to wounds and to the leaches that puncture and drain and suck and creep

Removing them one by one

They are careful to find them all.

Those black worms that stretched themselves above the mire and down from wet leaves so they could launch and latch onto the warm blooded

They hide from the blazing sun as they lay in wait for the clouds and fog to impede the vision of their victims

The innocent thrash blindly and fearfully through the undergrowth

They may as well have waved a flag and harnessed themselves to a target

The enemy simply lay in wait

I remind myself to have patience and compassion for the innocent. They are the blind and the walking wounded

They shall see when they are ready

They shall heal after the firing squads have emptied their barrels and the Vampires have had their fill.

Kindness

Patience

Eloquence and space will be required

For the innocent foolishly stumble through the mire and damp leaves that are laden with vampiric worms that would rather consume their victims as they live because they are impatient for their timely deaths.

They seek desperately with drooling mouths without care or compassion or kindness.

Their desires are for themselves only

Their victims discarded after they have had their fill

They seek out and return, only once the hunger reminds them that sustenance is required once again.

They hide from the sun and lie in wait for the fog.