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Higher-Self Session: Mystic Origins of Worthiness

Updated: Jun 10, 2025

Another Automatic Writing Download…


The urge and impetus to write in this way has become progressively more uncomfortable. I find that instead of automatic writing sessions, they are now becoming more like primordial journal entries. I can’t make this stuff up!

Unceremoniously they come through now like downloads mirroring the integration and alignments advancements I have made of late. I hope you enjoy this next one and are able to take in the magnitude of what you really are and how profoundly you are loved.

With love, always, Amy…


“Precious you are devoted One who hails from boundaries beyond our Sun. Creation is but a molecule in the hand of the One. Beauty is you, the bud, that unfolds delicately in the mind of Goddess. Treasure is the story untold that is you AS God.

Memory, it is as life unfolds in the Mystery and the façade. You cannot imagine how important you are. For its depth is too far for even an ocean to behold. Fallen is your star, like a joyful tear from the Divine Mother-Father when witnessing you being born. Loved you are beyond recognition of what is most ancient in our hearts.

Held you are to be lifted to the light as the lamb of Source-God. Kissed you are by what only Goddess deems as plentiful. Grace begs for your touch as it awaits a blessing from the Most High.

You, in all your riches, could not doubt for a moment your pageantry. You, and all your Glory, could not be confined to definition. You, in your brilliance is much too much for the expanse that is the Universe. You and your lineage dates back to the age before Time could become aware of itself.

You and the spark your crown sang, showered reverie upon the Divine in all of its pleasure. You and your song created the rhythm, unbridled by pain, whose cadence delivered the heartbeat and breathe eternally strong. beating for you. beating for all.

Chanting and praying you into Matter. Holding you. Cradling you from the beyond. Pleasure is knowing you cannot but go on.”


 
 
 

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