Walking Through Molasses: A Message for the Ones Who Feel the Weight
If it feels like you’re walking through
molasses right now…
You’re not alone.
Every step feels heavier. Every breath more tender.
Even getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain made of shadows.
But hear this:
You are not broken.
You are passing through a sacred threshold.
March 21, 2025—today—is not just another day.
It is the end of a cycle, the final breath of the Kali Yuga—the long, dense age of forgetting.
And just like the moments before dawn, the darkness feels thickest right before the Light begins to rise.
We are moving from the Age of Disconnection into an era of reconnection,
from fragmentation into wholeness,
from illusion into remembrance.
This heaviness?
It is the soul shedding lifetimes of weight.
It is the Earth exhaling.
It is the past being pulled from our bodies, our bones, our hearts.
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“We are Quantum Beings. I believe that standing in Agape helps that transformation occur…”
You may feel like you’re being pulled backward, but let me tell you—you are launching forward.
This is the slingshot moment.
And in these moments, we need to remember the truth:
• You’re not stuck. You’re unfolding.
• You’re not behind. You’re realigning.
• You’re not weak. You’re witnessing the weight of a whole age dissolving through you.
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Here’s How to Walk Through This (Even If It Feels Impossible):
1. Ground in the Body:
Drink warm water.
Touch the Earth.
Breathe into your feet.
Let gravity be your friend, not your enemy.
2. Rest Without Guilt:
Rest is resistance.
Rest is sacred right now.
You’re not lazy—you’re processing planetary density.
3. Create Small Movement:
Stretch. Shake. Hum. Cry.
Any movement is forward motion right now.
4. Anchor in Agape (Unconditional Love):
Speak gently to yourself.
Wrap your own heart in your arms.
Whisper: “You’re doing better than you think.”
5. Connect to the Web:
Find your people. Even just one soul who sees you.
We are weaving this together.
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You are not failing.
You are part of a cosmic turning.
Even when you feel like a bud barely breathing, the garden is still growing.
Even when the threads feel tangled, the tapestry is still forming.
Let this be your reminder:
We are not retreating. We are reforming.
We are not broken. We are birthing.
We are not done. We are blooming.
And if you’re here—reading this—
you are part of the ones who came to help carry this shift through.
We’re walking through the molasses together. ~ Kara Anaya ❤️
Golden Thread by Golden Thread.
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