The Page Turns. Slowly. The Novel Of The White Witch Manifests A New Chapter ...

After many decades of witchcraft silence, the white witch opened her eyes. First one eye. The left one. Feminine power. Then the right one. Balanced. Both together as one. Staring into the wide room. The walls were white. The sheets too. The scent of white roses entered the room. Roses performing as joyful dancers. Delicious perfume. Wonderful act. Her skin color was rose gold. Her long blond hair beautiful and elegant. She stretched her feet. Her arms. Her whole body. Her soul too. Her heart sent out vibes of peace and faith. Fidelia was her name. She was born out of stardust material. A golden touch. Delightful and true.

The journey had been long. She travelled to many places. Left white spots. Signatures too. Following the compass of the universe. She observed, learned and healed. Others and herself. Helping another from the heart sets karma free returning to the one who is spreading lovely notes. The white witch was part of a huge connection of white magicians and witches. Her tribe. Her true nature. During her travellings she was able to be a chameleon. To understand better the human race she put on masks. To ressemble the people she met. To dive into their heart. To be able to help them to improve their situation.

She selected her experiences on earth wisely. The menu of opportunities varied. She always took the most challenging path. This to ensure full expansion of her inner growth. Contributing to a bigger story. The real one. Not a superficial version. Time for a break. That is why she returned to her magic room. Resting in peace. Enjoying life. Giving love. Receiving love. The white color reflected her innocence. She was sweet. Sweeter than honey. Her awakening was in process. Her eyes were focused. Still. The owl in the tree next to the house watched her. It was not sleeping, as usual. She felt that the new moon connected to her heart. She allowed it to enter.

The toxic substance that had entered her magic veins was being removed. All of it. Fully. Decades of chaos. Leaving her soul, body, mind, spirit and heart. She did not move during the removal period. All kinds of colors appeared. Memories related to the colors were suddenly gone. No old memories left. Impact gone. Always. Forever. Step by step her full beauty and power returned. She remembered who she was. She got her true nature back. She was confident. Whole again. This was part of the unfolding. A bigger framework. She felt how her magician was going through the same process. They would meet back soon. She felt his heart beating. Sound of divine music.

It was time. To get up. To start writing a new chapter. New adventures. New insights. New learnings. Orchestrated by the new moon cercle. Her thoughts and emotions were captured in a white box. Sacred. Safe. Loved. One. Forever protected. A pencil moved. It began to put words on a sheet of paper. It all happened naturally. She watched the scene. The words kept on coming. Infinite flow. She saw the beginning of a new story unfolding. The actors presenting themselves. Their names were known. She was not surprised at all. It was all coming from the heart. She closed her eyes again to not disturb the process. She waited patiently. Relaxed. Surrendering to the now. Eckart Tolle would be proud. She was ready to move into the scenes. Surrounded by white swans. Pure. Infinite waters.

By Liesbeth Leysen