The Lion
When Jesus said, "𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘆", for me, he was not seeking allegiance or devotion. It felt more like an invitation—to live, to be, in a way that reflects the divine.
Be. The. Way.
As. I. Am.
I. Am. The. Way.
A reminder, in love, that we are all connected, all part of the same Oneness.
IO. The Divine. The All.
God. The Great Consciousness. The One.
And to me, The Second Coming is not about Jesus returning as a man, nor about one figure showing us the way again. In my spirit, it is about an awakening of Christ consciousness—a shift within humanity, a remembering of our connection to something greater.
Perhaps we can look at these last few years, full of adversity and struggle, war and murder, disillusionment and deceit and tell ourselves we are in End Times.
I believe we are.
The end of the unconscious state humanity has been in for a very long time.
And if we look again, do we not notice that many, many more people across the world are looking for something more? Asking for truth when once they never did? Demanding more of themselves and digging deeper to discover parts of themselves they have been missing?
Searching for something.. at first.. in this world we all share.. and then...one by one... inside. They are searching...inside themselves.
Awakening.
To who they truly are. Who they truly belong to. Where they truly come from.
My understanding of Jesus has always come from personal experience, not through indoctrination or institutionalised teachings.
But directly from him, and therefore through and from myself, because we are....one.
One in Source, in God, in Life.
As. We. All. Are.
I first met him as a child. I was kneeling in my lounge, praying for my father’s life as he lay in the hallway, clutching his chest, slipping in and out of consciousness. Tears streamed down my face as I begged for help, hands clasped in prayer, knees quivering in helplessness.
"God, Jesus, please, please help him"
I’ve encountered him many times since, in dreams and in moments of stillness.
In my times of shadows and my times of joy.
In one dream, he appeared as a lion, holding me with strength and grace. His message has never changed:
"Be as I am. You are me, and I am you."
Over time, I’ve found myself chipping away at interpretations that feel weighted by ego or distorted by power. I’ve leaned into the essence of his teachings and the wisdom of others like Buddha, who have lived in alignment with this same consciousness.
Living this way hasn’t always been easy. It’s meant standing apart from the collective, being misunderstood or mistaken, or even unseen. But the path has always been clear.
Jesus is my homeboy. So is Buddha. And so are the others who are, truthfully, of the same cloth.
If they had a religion, before you and I existed, before any one single person interpreted any one single teaching from either of these dudes...
It would be... 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
Just Love.
How good, aye?
And Christ consciousness, to me, is not about the return of one person, but about awakening something already...WITHIN US.. and we are ALL...
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄
The Lion: Moemoeā
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆
2019 And I awoke in my Dream inside my childhood home.
Wondering why. And what was I lying on? Soft, warm, this feeling beneath my head and under my shoulders. Who placed me here?
And I rose slowly, still confused to awakening in this lounge room that held me many times as a young girl. A whole lifetime before.
And as I rose, the cradle I lay in moved too.
I sat up still dazed and turned.
There was The Lion.
Powerful. Full of majesty. Commanding respect of the highest. I knew. He was magnificent and made me shrink. He would make all people shrink to the power he held and emanated.
I was sleeping a moment before in the right arm of a Lion.
"Who are you?"...I asked. But I knew.
"Are my children safe?"...I enquired. But I knew.
I knew he would not hurt me. I knew deep inside he was my guardian. I knew he was so much more than I did not understand at the time.
And the mother in me slowly retreated, ushering to him "it's okay, i am just going to make sure the kids are okay".. as if I knew I was never to leave him. As if I knew he was never to be separated from me.
I walked backwards towards the lounge door, and shut it. And in an instant his paw slipped easily into the gap of the door and the floor, here in my childhood home, and without effort, as if to assert his all-encompassing-power, he lifted his paw and the door dissolved before my eyes.
And there he stood, eyes on mine, telling me I am safe, and I must return.
And then I said "okay"... because I knew I had to trust him completely. Because there was nothing else but trust.
And his powerful Lion body consciously walked slowly back to the center of the living room and he paused each time to look back to me, and I knew he was making certain that I was following.
And he lay his Lion vessel back down and his eyes met mine and he waited, and commanded with his heart, for me to rejoin him.
𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.
