We Are The Threshold Part 2

by Stephanie Eskins Gleason

There is a light streaming toward us now,not only the familiar warmth of the Sun,but the deeper, crystalline radianceof distant stars—Sirius among them,singing across the vastness,calling us home to what we have always been.

This light is ancientyet new with every breath.It carries codes of remembrance,threads of harmony,whispers of the futurewoven through the fabric of now.

It arrives to awaken us.To stir the seeds of wisdomalready sleeping in our cells.To open pathways within usthat have long been waiting for this moment.

And we are not merely receivers.We are vessels.Bridges.Living prisms through which this starlightfinds its way into the Earth.

When you allow these higher currents to move through you,they do not stop at the edge of your being.They ripple outward.

Into the gaze you offer your beloveds.Into the spaces you inhabit.Into families, schools, communities,into businesses and systemswhere old patterns ache for renewal.

Every moment you choose coherence over chaos,tenderness over fear,presence over numbness—you alter the field.

And you are the field.

The Sirius light is calling us now,like a beacon through the turbulence,reminding us of the greater rhythmbeyond the noise of the world.Each time you breathe it in,you become a quiet star on Earth,anchoring heaven into form.

So let this light infuse the smallest gestures.The way you speak.The way you listen.The way you stand in a roomand silently shift its gravity.

This is how the new world emerges—not in sudden force,but in the soft and steady radianceof awakened hearts.

You are not waiting for the dawn.You are the dawn.

Soften, so more light can enter.Open, so the current can flow through you.Anchor, so this cosmic song finds a home here.

Look to Sirius,shimmering in the deep blue night.It is not far away.It is a mirror.It is a remembering.

This is not just the ending of an age—it is the rising of a luminous becoming.

Let your life be the prismthrough which the starlight refractsinto a thousand quiet acts of love.