Season 4, Episode 5, Spirit Foot, Code of the Spirit Yogi, Chapter 5, Beauty, Mother Protected

The final chapter of Code of the Spirit Yogi, Spirit Foot empowers all her listeners in the practice of healing the spirits which make up the whole of Mother Creation.

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross her heart. Hello, hello, hello and welcome back to Lly Yogi Tales and other stuff podcast. I'm so glad you found this lly yogi here floating out there in the multiverse. Wherever you find yourself vibrating. Out there in that multiverse, attune this way. Let's have some fun together, is what I usually say. But, uh, I have been reticent. This chapter is a tough one. But here we go. We're gonna read the final chapter, chapter five of Code of the Spirit, Yogi Spirit, foot Code of the Spirit, Yogi chapter five, beauty Mother, protected blend, hold, spirit, wander, and meet the needs of the Mother because the Spirit in need is my journey. Indeed. I would not ask anything of others that I would not do myself. So feel safe, listen in and relax with me in the middle way, intention and action match for the Spirit Warrior, yogi warrior. Interchangeable word spirit brings the intention, the sude of love and the intention to meet and hold up the needs and neglects. One finds in the realm of beauty. Words. Words, the dance of our time together has the meaning. Found its way. Yeah, not the idea and certainly not the belief. The meaning. Direct understanding. This is what the word Spirit stands for in the title of Spirit. Yogi. Let us open the words further together and understand the sciu of love and the spirit rot to the role of protector. Meaning into meaning, into meaning, and we will begin the wonderful journey of understanding. Never straightforward. Always a dance. Love meets the weight of holding the conduct of loving kindness. Imagination is a resource, but not. What we are sharing today to Blend is to understand the stone on bone experience of reality. Direct potency, washes, imagination away. Illusions burning in the smokeless fire of mind until only fire is left. All needs met and held up in the flames of resonant surrender. The word surrender has a bad rap for some very good reasons I might have like duty. It has been a word used to perpetrate great confusion and suffering in the paradigm of the spirit. Yogi, it is a word of means. Surrender as action. What could that silly spirit foot be going on about now? Good question. You all always have my back in the EERs surrender. The act of letting go is the great means, which leads to the freedom of the spirit, yogi and enhances every movement of their dance in the realm of beauty. Letting go into one's nature and resonance within the whole relaxing, surrendering, letting go into one's nature. One fine spirit. Once the yogi has spirit, the dance only leads deeper story after story of the mother's creation. Until the Spirit Yogi knows and loves each and every spirit within them. You know, I love each and every spirit within me and to no one's surprise, they love me in return. Truly the joy in the path of the spirit, yogi, surrender without giving up, making more space through the holding of even unwavering attention. This practice allows the yogi spirits to heal and find their place in holding up the beauty within the mother creation. Once again, each spirit has a pulse, a rhythm that makes a pattern in the great tapestry of life. The spirit yogi uses the act of surrender to open deeper and deeper into their own nature and rhythm. Letting go. The yogi finds there are more rhythms within each pulse. The art of surrender leads to the goal of the spirit. Yogi, the great mother always offers the yogi means to find the deeper surrender with each falling further into one's nature. One deepens their potency as a means to wield. In the conduct of love and the protection of all the joys of the great mother. Another fantastic question. Where is the great father in this realm of beauty? You are all so good at drawing forth the goods. Our father, who art in heaven as above, so below thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven. Will Holding attention through the distraction like a stone knife, pushing through a wet cloth rectitude to the view of love because it is right holding to what is right because it is right further putting the interest and passions of all those. We meet with the same purpose and priority as our own. The rectitude of love and benevolence. The father's watchful eye, the will to place the creative love where it is needed. Just enough, no more, no less. The father knows and holds is the will to hold creative attention in the rhythm, to meet each and every resonance of the great mother. Father and mother are lovers in the ongoing rise and fall of creation. Father, fire, mother, blood. There is no life without both. This is the balance and dance of Agni and Soma, father and mother creation, the realm of beauty in full display, blood nests and moves. Fire. The fire is our daily bread. The means to build and keeps our body whole and healthy. Older and darker blood nests, hotter and more potent fire, the most potent Shiva's, terrible wrath and beyond into the mother's love. The blood of the mother calls to the fire of the father, and the father cannot refuse a madness, takes the fire and draws it to the blood of Sacred Union. The art of surrender is allowing the sacred union of blood and she to meet every spirit's needs. Each gate crossed and hearth lit in the resonance of love. The oldest blood calls and nests, the most potent vibration beyond Shiva's. Terrible wrath and protected by it. The froth and laughter, the resonance of the perfect balance. Agni and Soma, most ancient nested. Each and every human can do this. Cleanse the clouds of doubt and debt. Forgive our trespasses as we forgive the trespasses and transgressions of others. Each act of forgiveness and finding the resonance of good renunciation. The pure vibration of letting go opens our body to hotter fire and the ability to nest and nurture the most ancient blood of the great mother. This dance of fire and blood rhythms and pulses, nesting again and again until all paradigms find their home. And every spirit rhythm dances dressed in easy within their place in the whole. This is the dance I share. Take it and join. Let the practice unfold and learn the art of surrender, resuscitate the father's will and the watchful eye. Lead us not into temptation and deliver us from evil. For thine, it's the will, the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever and ever. Ssha Sswaha resonated throughout time and space. Surrender self-importance. Meet each and every need. Find and nurture the flow of spirit. Father fire, allow its flow as above so below. Illuminating new blood and old blood imbalance creates the beauty of the mother's love. This is the rectitude which allows one past the protection of the father's terrible wrath. Into the tempered love of the father's watchful eye. The father's potent means is will, and with the watchful eye given by the temperance of the mother's love. Protects the realm of beauty. The Spirit yogi most certainly practices the watchful eye of the father, threats, things that may get in the way of progress, if not addressed, are seen and given the attention of the father's fiery will to address each and every need. There is no thanks. In the act of meeting the needs of body, mind, and spirit outside validation is irrelevant. The act of meeting the needs of the mother and holding the recit food is the code of the spirit. Yogi. Without fail, as understated as it all seems, the practice of bringing the pulse for each spirit, that is the practice of the spirit yogi. Letting wholeness be found again and again protects all in the spirit. Yogi's, dream words have been offered, words have been offered three times now. Words. Have been offered yours to take and devour if you please. My simple ask is that you take these words and follow the code of the Spirit Yogi. Well, now it is done. Let us all practice the practice of the spirit. Yogi, thank you Spirit foot for coming through this lly yogi's hands because I must say. That is quite a joy to read. Ah, and to all you who have found me out there who have found a way to attune to this lowly yogi, I do appreciate you truly. May you all have a week filled with joy. May you all have a week filled with love. May you all have a week filled with plenty. Oh, and let us not forget the final grace and then we'll have all, let us not forget, may you all have a week filled with glorious. Play us out, monkey Max. Play us out. Earth, mother and friends, you cross a heart that last long and we agree here while the king of demons had his way, but no longer, no longer it time dance and sing. This is the when age begins, as we welcome, love and peace and welcome joy, and all the high of Spen. Welcome. Welcome, child. Welcome Bo. Welcome protection and welcome friends. It's been a long wait, but now the golden HB welcome Spring, summer, and fall, winter. Welcome all it's time to dance and sing. As eagle begins, welcome all your yogis and we call you in. Welcome all your protectors, and we call you in.