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Lilly: My best friend's hybrid daughter

Lilly: Nick Mosteller’s hybrid daughter
“Look in my eyes and you will see a fertile bloom of the truth… an ecstatic dream that came to Be. Can’t you see? It is you.” ~Lilly
Lilly first came through to me a short while after I became close friends with Nick, a hybrid father and fellow truth seeker. She is one of the most adorable hybrids I have ever seen! She looks more human than most of the other kids I communicate with and her eyes are only slightly larger than the average human’s. She has dark curly hair that goes to her mid-back and beautiful deep green eyes that reflect your face perfectly when you look into them. She is a clear mirror that invites you to look yourself fully without judgment and decide who you want to be in each moment. Her pupils are small and almost unnoticeable at first because she says we are (Nick, I and other earthlings seeking to make contact) the “apples of her eyes.” =) She likes that phrase a lot! She wears white which is representative of her pure nature and she looks like one of the cute little children from Hobbiton! I became aware of her before Nick did and informed him about her existence. One of Lilly’s greatest excitements is flowers and aromatherapy and communicating with flower beings in intimate and magickal ways. Consequently Nick has also developed a more keen interest in aromatherapy! They can connect this way through certain vibrational fragrances and it is how she likes to communicate. In one of my first encounters with Lilly I was talking about how I like to garden here on earth and imprint seeds with my dna so it brings the most healing to me. She picked up a tiny little lily seed and held in front of her eye for an instant so it looked like she had a pupil and we both giggled. Then she placed the seed in the palm of my hand and held her hand over mine in a cupping shape. She said that with focused love and intention we could create a space where the seed would blossom without planting it into dirt. As we both channeled our expansion and love into that little seed and embraced it and supported it, it bloomed in my hand. I watched the greenery slowly crawl out of the pod and saw the little petals warmed by our love opening up to us. We were the sun for this little seed! The love we shared and sent to it made the little flower ecstatic with blossoming excitement! Lilly giggles and then goes slightly solemn when I tell her that some humans spend their whole lives trying to be fertile biologically, materialistically, and even spiritually. She says that it is a silly thing to go searching for something that is already a part of everyone. She says “Every human can bloom!” She explains that some seeds produce lilies, others make roses, and some even grow into carrots and big trees. Lilly’s message is that we are all blossoming seeds, ripening to the joy of our own truth, and all together we create the intoxicating fragrance of wakefulness and ecstasy! Lilly can spend hours communing with a single petal, a tiny leaf, and even a color. She reminds me of the beings in the Barnard Star System (ones we will make contact with as contact specialists… much like Bashar channeled by Darryl Anka does for us!). The beings in the Barnard Star System hear an entire symphony in one single note… a single color is a work of art to them! Consciousness is embedded in the core of everything and Lilly finds art and beauty in simplicity. Lilly comes to me now more often than ever in my lucid dreaming state. She calls me “auntie” affectionately since her father and I have a very brotherly/sisterly relationship. She has asked me to help Nick prepare for her arrival at his own pace and in doing so I also prepare myself even further for physical contact with these special children. The lily flower has a great deal of mythology surrounding it. It is the May “birth” flower but more importantly it is a flower most commonly used at funerals! The lily flower is a beautiful storyteller about the innocence we can rebirth in ourselves by shedding old skins and shells that no longer serve us. When a soul transitions from a body into non-physicality it gains a fresh perspective of itself and can choose a new experience of wonder and joy! Innocence is a part of all of us and Lilly’s arrival into my consciousness is a testament to the awakening of my true self! Lilies are described as “restoring” innocence after death but truly it is just the Soul waking up from the earth dream and remembering its true nature! My hybrid daughter Harmony takes Lilly “under her wing” in a sisterly way. Lilly seems to be about 5 or 6 years old while Harmony is around 8. They love to play together in flower fields and their excitements complement each other perfectly! Harmony likes experimenting with sound frequencies to see which flowers resonate with certain sounds and vibrations! Just like the honeybee that vibrates at a perfect C pitch to cause a flower to open up and give of its pollen, Harmony and Lilly play together and discover which frequencies release a flower’s healing essences the most. These beautiful girls have opened up a new ecstatic world of fragrances and show me that the Soul craves subtlety and simplicity. Lilly assisted me in my recent study of fragrances and flowers and she constantly guides me to books and reading materials that help me infuse my home and garden with healing colors and simple joys! The following is a channeling I did from the flowers themselves as I experienced them in the hybrid world with Lilly and Harmony:
I meet the flowers at the synapse called Being and sit in the central sun of their embassy’s swelling truth – a savory flavor of the tao with infinite frame and transparent view. Light gold and pink find their light team-toll free- in the art of a full-petaled sea- a crystalline matter adorned in me. In this place I am edgeless… ringing with the timbre of a soul without condition and a meadow alight with the volcanic shattering of belief in the mundane. I love the terrain of an innocent face nourished in the echo of the earth’s floral vein… it’s in the health of a dream and soul of a tree where a fruity kiss bears ambrosial gifts in co-efficients of blue and green. My slow ticking is a sweeping conclusion to a geneology clear in the emphasis here on the ecstatic birthing of a sapling me. My summit climbs endless and free- a lasting recipe- encoded in the span of a redwood and a four seasoned breeze. This fusion of endearing play is a sweet reception at the street called dejavu and the whistling wind of an inner zipline bound for beauty’s rendezvous.

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