Dear treasured reader,

You have most likely encountered the voice – that silent voice within – that speaks as gracefully as a feather landing in a meadow at twilight. You can only hear it when you have removed all resistance, all control, all hesitation, all mental chatter,

ALL

what ifs,

all coulds,

all woulds – all self-doubt, all the splits between chairs.

Most likely, you’ve found yourself challenged before, trying to hear that voice from a far distance, because it was calling to you through the noise of a fire within a storm.

The voice trying to tell you the next aligned step, while you found yourself unsure, with one foot on a burning island and the other in the ocean – uncertain whether to stay and save the island or leap into the waters to find help in unknown ways, leaving the rest to the Creator.

Let me tell you about one of the moments in my life when I had to make the choice to leave the island and swim alone – only to remember that I was never truly alone.

It all started in May of last year, when I communed with the Mother and received guidance about the meaning of a friendship in which I was experiencing deep upheaval.
The message was that I was meant to trust in the uncomfortable friction, like the polishing of a rough diamond with sandpaper.
Four months passed as I continued to trust – only to find out that I had trusted in a fabricated reality that felt like black glue sticking to the diamond of my consciousness.

Let me say it simply: I had to realize I’d given the sandpaper into the wrong hands.
So I chose to take it back into my own hands – and ultimately into the beloved hands of the Mother.
That was also when I was able to hear that voice again – the one I had forgotten to trust.

In hindsight, this process was still a Divine creation: the forgetting, the confusion, the holding on, the trying. Why? Because even though I went through a dark night of the soul – choosing myself, making space for that silent voice within – it ultimately catapulted the polishing of the diamond by deepening my inner listening.

What I’ve learned is this:
An agitated sun – my solar plexus – is a no.
When it feels soft, like the wings of a butterfly or a flower opening – it’s a yes.
Anything that isn’t a full yes is a no.
I simply have to trust the guidance – my body – the first voice.

I’ve titled this share “The Voice of the Butterfly” because the moment I remembered that I had arms to swim away from the burning island was also the moment I freed a butterfly from a hallway. It felt like a potent synapse watering my nervous system.

Since leaving the burning island, I’ve felt deeply empowered in listening to my gut – leaving no room for compromises that interfere with my well-being, inner peace, and joy.

The day I chose to free myself, I also listened to a Divine Mother transmission from Nina.
What struck my soul like a lightning bolt was the simple phrase:
“The path of the waterfall is the path of least resistance.”
Hearing this gave me a powerful reminder of why I am worthy of choosing inner peace over false hope.

And so, I offer my deepest gratitude to these teachings that continue to polish the diamond of my consciousness.
They have been a much-needed, weighted blanket to my uneasy nervous system during the intense awakenings of last year.

Thank you, Nina, for the simple and yet potent messages of the Mother, which always remind me how worthy I am – of unconditional love, of trusting my heart, and of honoring the voice of the Butterfly.

-Dawn Red Sun