The First Time I Died

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By Alisa Battaglia

The First time I died was so long ago, it is barely memorable in the long stream of my Soul knowing. So much overlap from multiple life experiences almost make it a blended streaming, a convolution of exacting memory.

Perhaps I should count the deaths, the losses that were mini deaths, the surrendering unto the unfolding of Almighty Grace that were in itself many deaths that would catapult me unto a new life steaming.

Upon my second Soul cycle, the lineation’s that bound me to precipitous experiences to an age of wisdom now in reign. The boundless light of the Soul is ever in progression, always reviewing and even sometimes turning back in descension or de-evolution. Such paths are ultimately the teachers in the Soul’s quest for greater experience in the horizontal life. The linear urging of the human vessel is to unite with the divine spark of its inhabitant in a most visceral level, otherwise the Soul aspiration for flesh experience goes wholly unnoticed, as the precipitous urges of the body take over the Souls desire to indwell it towards its own benefit and growth.

How many times those losses came – the endings that brought new Beginnings. The pain that brought new light of awareness. The release of a dead child from my arms, twins from my womb, from my heart. So many children, so many lives. Motherhood gives birth, but is also a death of the autonomous self to another’s dependence. The symbiosis of the entwined Soul in utero offers a special unity in the life streaming.

And from all those shared experiences at the extension of another – children, lovers, family and friends. The lovers, most poignant, as it is the lover that there is surrender, a small death at a most intimate level. The collapsing in the remembrance of the divine bliss that fills the spirit. Yet, after a while, the lovers go, too. And there is the mirror, the self facing Self.

In that ultimate recognition, of reunification, there is yet another death. A death of personhood, the small self or ego predominance in submission to the “I”.  The “I” of the Soul, the real Self, the true mother, lover, friend, and guide. All of these losses and small deaths are but preparation of the Soul’s submersion into the almighty I AM.  

On the path of initiation, life and death is a constant cycle of Becoming – a knowing and strange comfort in the chrysalis into something new and more beautiful than before. The awareness that Life is eternal and begins and ends, like the ebb and flow of the waters of life, the yin and yang inflow into the other, none and one at the same time.

I remember the first time I died and yet, I will again, and again and again!

Alisa Battaglia©2019-2021

Time-Critical Mission

Don’t resent the work.
It gives you the strength to stand whole and silent before the vast Mystery ~Unknown

Many of us feel a time-critical mission – an impulse that is guiding us to re-discover an age-old deception of a creation story deliberately hidden, destroyed, and almost wholly forgotten as if it never were. A mystery shrouded layered with lies that conceal both Earthly and human origins. A story that is vital to understanding our human potential wiped off the planet by warring religions and statehood vying for power over humanity and control over Earth’s bounties. A self-sovereign people have never been popular with those who seek to control the world. So it was then, as it is today that the most supreme gift of our divine heritage has been heisted – that of divine intelligence in cooperative co-creation with the Spirit in Nature.

So, here we are amidst a path of Extremes. The question remains as to whether we will succeed in breaking down old thought forms of control and domination in order to thrive or will we suffer under the Psychopathy of human evil cast by the Archon net  and driven into ecocide? We stand at an interdimensional junction point, a gateway signaling the eternal Now moment imprinting the Souls signature in the dimensions of time and space co-imagining a different storyline.

The human body is the microcosm of the macrocosm and is thus, archival. Our Soul body holds keys for entry into the Living Library as the repository of  Wisdom pushing the boundaries of psychological time and pointing to our purpose in the galactic theme. Recapitulation or memory redirects us to our time critical mission, but we must surrender to its lead that requires active participation and consecration to the One Life.

Creativity and service are one and the same; service is the life of the soul creatively expressed.

Transitioning into the need of the hour may feel difficult, but only in the beginning due to attachment of what is comfortable, fear of the future or failure. And yet, the future is now, what we do in the moment. Since transformation is not future oriented and only occurs by being present with what is, we start wherever we are. The individual Soul, Kosmic assistance, planetary guardians, and Nature point out the directional path to help us discover our resonant Soul group to cohere greater power.

Here, dormant faculties are activated that assist us in opening doors for us to enter, while other times they help to close them. For instance, some missions require 90-degree turns with no warning, they are the more difficult transitions especially in relationships and family units where two people rarely grow together at the same rate. It is in this area that we must use focused communication to make our shift supportive for everyone.

Many strange and catastrophic events are catalyzing our lives into new directions, to bring awareness and swift halting of the actions of humanity turning against itself. The death-urge is upon us. Humanity as Nature must cease to destroy Itself and instead, learn new ways to interact with our world, to love and reconnect to our brethren in Nature. To finally live a New Planetary Ethic that supports and nurtures All life. When we love our selves, we love our planet and defend anything that stands in its continued integrity. We support the Good, the Beautiful and the True!

By Alisa Battaglia
Hollywood, Florida 7/13