Beloved Bast has been a familiar fixture in my life, for as long as I can remember.  She has a strong connection not just to me, but to several of my family members.  My Mom is a gentle Pleiadian Starseed, with fragments of memories of several lifetimes in ancient Egypt;  and my grandmother and two aunts have their origins in one of the Galactic Feline races.  Bast and her protective energy is something I know of as warm, cozy and familiar from childhood.  You may call upon Bast when you feel yourself faltering in your mission, or when the enormity of your mission just feels impossible.  (We all have those days!)  Her advice is especially valuable right now, as we’re playing a sort of waiting game; sometimes the events we see – or don’t see – can make it appear like nothing is really happening.  This is where Bast comes in.  She lights a fire under us and bolsters our resolve.  Bast represents the tough, maternal, fiercely protective side of the Divine Feminine vibration.  She’s the Supermom of the Universe!  Kind of like the mother who races into a burning building to save her kids and carries them out unscathed.  Make no mistake, Bast takes no prisoners.  When you call on her, be prepared for her to activate your inner warrior.  She will expect you to charge ahead and vanquish all that is not of the light.  I was so pleased when she paid me a visit during a deep meditation, and presented me with this wonderful message to share…

What brings you here, old soul, to such a place as this.  You who traveled from lands afar, beyond the stars.  The home you know gleams with the golden beauty of the Creators.  It is no easy task, this falling into density. Earth’s yellowed sands char your feet and her heat weighs heavy on your brow, but you would choose to be no other place.  Carry on, you shall.  It is there and you can see it. Clearer and clearer shall it become, the higher you climb.  The more of your heaviness you shed, the simpler it is to see beyond the veil of illusion.  The City of Facets is no illusion, so follow the footsteps in the sand.  You are the ones who left them there, so you would remember the way.  

It takes great courage to travel this road to ascension.  Courage born of hope, which in turn is born of faith.  Faith is born of love and love is the very essence of who and what you truly are.  You are the flawless likeness of the Divine.  You were selected for your bravery. You plead to be the one to fly the sovereign colors, to wield the mighty sword of truth.  The  Blessed Creators saw your fearlessness and said, “Go now, brave soul, and bring my children home.”

And thus, you have succeeded, dear ones, and the time draws close when you may lay down those swords and be seen for who you truly are.  Only the most courageous of hearts are able to step out from behind the reeds and declare themselves as Warriors of the Truth.  You must set yourselves far apart from the falseness which surrounds you.  Find your voice and say, “I am here.  I bring you news of a new world to come. I bring you truth.”  Awaken them gently, yet with a firm hand.  The window of time grows narrow, and they shall not know it is of glory – they shall only know fear.   Tell them, “I am here and I shall show you the way.”  Then lead them, these gentle lambs, to the glistening city, just beyond the rise.  You shall be worn and parched, but the city is there.  It has been there waiting all along, for you to find it.  Lead them in to rest and drink, and let it’s beauty bring you all to you knees.  At peace at last.   Tend your flock, dear ones.  With stealth and grace, or with a mighty leap and roar – rise up in courage.  You are close.  I am Bast.