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Subject wave upon wave of grief

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I was told once (10yrs past now) by a wisewoman that the waves of grief should be accepted and embraced. With acceptance, the grief changes. You are supposed to love the sorrow and in this process of love, the energy converts. Understand it comes from everything, the all. You're a filter for energy change. Lay down on the grass and let it flow through you, back to the earth and sky.
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I sleep in a tent at night so I feel the earth directly.
Thank you for this input.
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I want to believe this. I've been feeling the same, as have many others. Aware, deep within, yet not being able to understand why. A connection with 'someone' greater who is a tad sad atm.

I think the message sent back to the Sun the other day may have been about loss, or sacrifice. Just a guess.

Maybe her true moon is being returned?
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Original Message I am always upbeat, aware of a true intelligence and laugh out loud a lot. Many times a day. For the past three days wave upon wave of grief are flowing through me. Today watching some young kids playing netball I just found the tears pouring out.
There is a softness in the grief yet it is very powerful.
Thoughout the days I just feel it. Earlier on I had chest pains and it felt like the heart had broken. And yet it is not my grief, it is almost like a universal one or the grief of man.

It is not something I would have chosen.
It forces me to breathe and just remain with the intensity of each passing moment.

Oh dear Angel of mine, right now I am too sore and too small to know what to do.
Please take my burden, just for a little while, so that I may find peace for a moment.

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