n the USA, the 4th of July – Independence Day – celebrates the newly-formed Declaration of Independence in 1776. Now I know as well as you that it may appear that we are anything but free. But our dear intrepid friend, St. Germaine, who played a very significant role in this achievement, reminds all Gaians to declare and stand in the freedom that is our birthright:
“I come to speak to you this day not of throwing off the shackles of oppression, but to remind you that the shackles of oppression are but an illusion of the old 3rd reality. It is time to step forward and declare yourselves as free, as independent, as clear and functioning spirits of One, humans of One, humans of intergalactic proportions, multidimensional proportions, who are going forward to create Nova Earth, Nova Gaia, Nova Being, New You.
You have moved, you have ascended, you have transcended out of the old third dimensional reality, and you have taken your time and you have allowed the frequencies of the Company of Heaven and the Council of Love to penetrate and uplift you, to touch your heart, your mind, your ego, your body in ways that it never has been touched, adjusted, transmuted to a higher reality before.
Why do I choose this day to call out to you, to declare your freedom, to stand in the freedom that is your birthright and the core of who you are? None of you — and I call out to all of you, whether you are in Israel or Africa, Croatia, Canada, or the United States of America — none of you are anything but free.
I am asking you this day to take the Violet Flame, my torch of freedom, and to eliminate, with me and with this Council, any illusion that you are bound, restricted, limited in any way, shape or form. Do not allow the old, the illusions of what has been, to determine your future. Come with me! It is time to step forward, and it is time to be the fullness of your light, of your potential, of your soul design.”
So whether you live in the USA or anywhere else upon Gaia (and beyond)… Happy Independence Day!
With love from my heart to yours, Linda