Magic Message
So, while you settle into your meditation, something different this week. It’s, well, probably best described as a “magic message”. Technically it’s called my Monthly Intuitive Message, or MIM for short.
Around the 17th of each month, I write and record the MIM, which goes to subscribers in audio and text form. You could see the MIM as a poem, or take it as a message. It is my response to the energy of the month that is unfolding. It is written to act as a guide and compass to help you navigate the energy and vibration of the month in the most productive way possible. It doesn’t necessarily work through your understanding of the words, though it can do; it works through transmission. It works through what I pass on to you, which is why it is sometimes much easier to pick up the message in the transmission from the sound of my voice, and not from simply reading the page. And then, it may speak differently to different people—it does not only carry one message. Listen, really listen, and you will hear what you need to hear.
By the way, it is also a way for me to send healing energy to you.
Now Listen - MIM – 17th April 2026
Fear is all around us. Facts have been thrown away. Can you really believe what you see, hear and read? Have you stopped listening or reading because it all seems so scary/pointless/depressing/enraging? What’s fact, what’s fake?
Let go of the poison that the dark is injecting into you. Remember what the dark is - not the other whom you demonize, but the fear, hatred, cruelty, depression and division that keeps you from connecting with your greater self and the greater whole.
Remember you have agency, remember we are interconnected, remember the ancient hates whether against class, colour, race or religion and breathe deeply to ground yourself, to restore yourself.
Then - you are ready to face the world, to appreciate the beauty, and to consider how best to contribute to the blossoming and sustaining of being and civilization.
Go well, be well.
May the month ahead bring you peace and joy.
Love
Michal
Now Listen
It is the still of time
That is not day or night
A silence of deeds
Undone and yet
Awaited, brewing.
A time of questions
Unspoken, perhaps unanswerable?
Which way will you go?
Then you feel the bowels
Of your self shiver,
And loosen as the night
Day speaks to them
And calls all that is
Its own. The pain
In your cells, elementalized
And physical - in chemical
Form - shifts, decoupled
From its cellular binding,
Freed by the time that
Is no time, and the place
That is no place,
Until it runs from you,
From your very pores.
Now the dark, that
Which would be night,
Leaves you in waves. Waves
Pulled from your body
To be given to the day and
Buried by the clear atmosphere.
Even the ancient pain
That holds your neck
And creeps into your shoulders
To freeze them with its
Grip, is unseated. Now
The hairs on your head
Strengthen as if they were
Waving to the dear world, as
An ancient fear leaves you.
Familiar and comforting stone walls
Rise before you, towers
Reaching into the sky; and
From the windows you see
The flags of your life fluttering
In the breeze, and the brilliance
Of the day beaming in
On you, freed now from
No time, escaped to the place
Where the future forms, which is
Clean and sweet, and signs softly
To you, as you make your way
Forward. Raw milk,
Carrying summer meadows and
The old, unregulated grasses
Flows into your veins,
Renewing the fabric of yourself,
As you make your way forward
In joy and anticipation.
Travel well. Go well, be well.
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