Season 2, Ep. 15 The Shards of Shiva

The lowly yogi shares his view on High Spectrum Autism and Asperger's, those human beings he has come to know as the Shards of Shiva. 

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome back to the Loli Yogi Tales and Other Stuff podcast. Oh, I'm so happy you found this Loli Yogi here in the multiverse. Hey, wherever you find yourself vibrating out there, attune this way, and let's have some fun together. We've been talking about seed stories, stories that have given birth to other stories in the channeling experience, and I wanted to share. A very powerful seed story, a story that has really unpacked for me in a lot of ways. And it's unpacked in a way that will take a little explaining today, actually. Maybe even a little background. You might even get to know a little bit about me, this mysterious lowly yogi. Yes, I have been working with folks who are a new evolution. A new way of being in the world, hardwired in a different way, hardwired to understand equality, hardwired to understand kindness, hardwired with a deep hatred and aversion to the practice of ownership in all of its many variations. These beings have been given a name through one of my seed stories. My seed stories, Tara's seed stories, but it just feels like too much to take that responsibility or that mantle. At any rate, my hand does move and they do come through. And that's that channeling of that energy, which is so extraordinary. This seed story is called the Shards of Shiva. The Shards of Shiva are these beings who are coming into our world right now in the darkest hour of the dark ages to meet the darkness and heal it. These are also beings that are finding themselves in the rage of the unseen and the unheard. And I want to call out to every single Sharda Shiva right now and let you know, thank you. Thank you so much for meeting it. I know it's hard. And I know the rage within you is profound. I understand. I understand if you want to go down that road of darkness, but you're here for a purpose. And that's what I'm here to tell you about today. That purpose for the Shards of Shiva is the turning of the tide. The shifting of the age. The Shards of Shiva, their mythology has grown and grown for me. They are the sands of Kronos's hourglass. As the turning of the ages, these sands of pure love fall into the darkest of the dark ages. And they become Garudas. They enter as chickens, scared as could be. The darkness all around. But as they settle in and they learn how to weave the darkness, they become Garudas. These, Garudas. These are the Shards of Shiva, and this is the origin story that came through many moons ago. There is a story from one of the first transformations to the Golden Age. A bard sat at the edge of creation, and she described what she saw. Dead and rotting, the Tree of Life was no more. Killed in demon feces and decay. The moment there was nothing left to devour, a rain of light began to fall. Shards of creative fell into the tree of life. The battle to restore the balance begun. Beings of absolute light found themselves in bodies. Material form in the midst of the deepest, darkest wrath of the Great Mother. Stormtroopers of Light, they come into the blackest of hells to love the Great Mother to her very end. The Bard gave them a name. She called them the Shards of Shiva. Theirs is the greatest of honors. For as they reign, they bring the tree back to life. Shiva's creative love, she watched as it met the mother, filling her once again to her very end. It is the love of the shards of Shiva that make the mother whole again. When the bard witnessed this for the first time, she sang this song. Sheets of bliss fell through the night, Smashing into the tree of life. Dust and decay fell heavy on the shards, Deep in the depths, depths beyond depths, To the one where there was no end. To the confusion and pain there was no end, Material realm in its perfect construct of pain. The darkest hour of the dark ages. Tree of life crawling with hell spawn. Feeding on every last drop. As the last drop was eaten, watch with me as the shards begin to rain. First, just a few, and with each generation more and more beings. Emanations of Shiva's pure creative love. As the karma of the ages shifted, the rain of sun shards became a hurricane of light, filling every living being, filling the Mother, Tree of Life, with their love. What was dead, now was alive. Tree of Bliss, the Golden Age, begun once again. Ah, this may be a bit of a shorter one, but I want to share with you shards. The beings who really hold that understanding of equality. I want to share with you how beautiful you are. I want to share with you how extraordinary that light within you is. I want to share with you that you have strength yet untapped. I want to share with you that your potentials are at the very beginning. I want to share with you that your rage towards the transgressions of the Great Mother are accurate. And that the reason you have that rage is that you understand the way things should be. You understand the healing and the need for healing. So please, I offer you this as a final remark to those shards of Shiva that may find me out there that may feel this vibration and want to know more. Trust your hearts. Trust yourself. And please, please trust your nature, because we need you to meet this. We need you to re weave the dream and heal the Great Mother. Oh, a little prayer today. And the origin story? Well this, I do hope that you all enjoyed this seed story. There are many, many stories that have come from this. One being Protectors Paradise. It gave Birth to a Warrior's path and the path of the Garda'cause shards Yeshiva when they fully manifest. are Garudas. So that's my last request of all you wonderful shards of Shiva, is remember, even though you might feel like you're a chicken, you are absolutely a Garuda with all the tools you need to weave and re weave the new dream. The outrages are just waiting to be nested in your brilliant being. Well, you all take care. And I guess I found myself speaking to a specific group this week, so I hope the message finds its mark. To all those who have found this lowly yogi, I do thank you. And, if you enjoy these rants and stories, and who knows where we may go, do please feel free to share. And, if you find that you love the stories, even just a little bit, do feel free to send some yogi cash to this lowly yogi, so that he may continue working on his sacred works. All right you all, oh, I wish you all a week filled with joy, a week filled with plenty. And a week filled with glorious. Play us out, Monkey Max. Play us out. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy Earth mother and friends, You cross our hearth at last. Long have we grieved, While the king of demons had his way. But no longer, no longer, It's time to dance and sing. This is the time when the golden age begins As we welcome love and peace and ease may it never cease Welcome joy and bliss in all the eyes of serpents kiss Welcome mother, welcome child, welcome body tender and mild. Welcome protection, and welcome friends. It's been a long wait, but now the golden age begins. Welcome spring, summer, and fall. Winter is Persephone's and sweetest of all. Welcome immortality. Welcome all, it's time to dance and sing, as the golden age begins. Welcome all you yogis, and we call you in. Welcome all you protectors, and we call you in. Welcome all you yogis, as the golden age begins.