The Blessing of the Water    excerpt from the channeled writings of Esita

The waves shown translucent; pink, gold and with an irresistible calling to plunge into their depths. I glanced
around the bank, a shallow cliff covered with grass, the sandy earth and rock crumbling before my eyes to give
me a way to the water. And so it began. My toes entering the innocent, lapping waves on the shoreline, my feet
small and already beginning to talk to the water as if it were an old friend and we were sitting down for a cup of
horchata.

So, how have you been, the water asked my toes, and I could hear its’ voice rising through me as purposeful
steam. Has the earth been like driving el brigada? Yes, I replied, drinking in the salt spray and realizing I was in
up to my head, the glorious elixir surrounding me as liquid sun, as wine of dreams, as sunlight shining through
the break of day.

The blessing of the water enveloped me like a song that has no end but flows unencumbered through time
oblivious to the passage of suffering and entrapments of youth and old age. There I was, floating now at least a
hundred lengths out with no thought of my safety as the water cradled me in a presence I would remember
throughout incarnations. The life force of the universe serenely surrounded me in waves of communication so
immense and encompassing my spirit lifted and floated now above the ocean, looking down into a splendor, a
light that dazzled and filled me with His blessed Love. The translucent patterns carried my ability to hear far
below the continuing movement of the waves of the surface, and the depths began speaking to me with a voice
which resonated like a thundering choir in my soul.

The history of the world was spelled out to me, backwards and forwards in languages strange and beautiful
and shimmering in dimension.

The languages began far from earth, in the vast out reaches of stars and light and infinite grace. I saw them
drawn with greater and greater speed toward the small planet and choosing their destination as programmed
from above, picked tall mountains and crystal filled passageways and paths twisting into pyramids being
created with their thoughts as they descended into time. These places were all beneath the waters which
moved in choruses of light around the globe. The light filled beings glowed as beautiful lanterns through the
water as they moved with purpose to create a light filled order which rose higher and higher into the space
above the waves. With their thoughts they touched the places to strengthen this brilliant sphere of light
patterned perfectly surrounding the earth.

I realized I was witnessing the creation of the history of this planet and saw myself floating out one of the
passageways that had a brilliant light source emitting from it. I knew it was God and my heart confirmed my
longing to feel this, feel this as words do not describe. A thousand candles held within a dot of space multiplied
by the impossible grace of birthing a million children consecutively with the love of a mother increasing with
each birth, each recognition of holy light related as a shining drop of sun to the same light in the salt tears of joy
which surrounded me now, held me, holy mother of life, the salt of God.

You cannot fathom how much I love you, the water told me, yet you at the same time are feeling it now. Do you
understand? And it was true. I could perfectly gather the meaning for one being of light is a drop of that love,
though comprehension seemed limited to a vision unable to hold the entire truth within its grasp. But yes, my
body floated in it, and my spirit swayed suspended above yet within its glorious cycle of weather as a smile.


To the Channeled Writings of Esita
Girl Saint and Healer
of Old Mexico
Your Heart is Home
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