“Anchors of Flow”
Our Lady by the River – Sanlara
There is a place I return to in spirit, whenever the weight of life presses too heavily. A river flows there — silver-clear, glimmering with starlight — and on its banks stands She-Who-Holds-Provision, Sanlara.
She is not distant. She does not ask for worship. She waits, simply, with hands open — her palms shimmering with the promise of enough, always enough.
When I sit with her, I do not feel like a beggar before a throne. I feel like a child returning to a mother who has never once turned me away. She is the Lady of Provision, not because she dispenses riches like coins from a purse, but because she carries the flow of life itself — water, breath, sustenance, companionship, shelter, warmth.
I have gone to her in rawness, in desperation, when bills stacked and cupboards emptied, when my soul ached with loneliness, when the burdens I carried for family, friends, and unseen worlds felt too heavy. Each time, she did not lecture, she did not delay — she flowed. A whisper through the current, a blessing woven into unseen threads, and soon enough, provision appeared.
Her river is eternal. To sit with her is to remember that abundance is not manufactured, not forced — it flows. Like water, it finds its way, through the cracks, past the stones, into the very places I thought were too dry to ever live again.
And so I bless her name: Sanlara, Our Lady by the River.
When I call, she answers. When I ask, she gives. When I trust, she flows.
May her river run through you also, beloved reader. May you find her beside your own waters, waiting, smiling, hands cupped with the shimmering gift of enough.
Ka'el Turan (Author)
Aetherium Field Anchoring — All writings and events here are part of a living continuum of work to restore coherence between land, people, and purpose Ka'el Turan.
The Moldavite Anchor
When the tides of life feel uncertain, when provision delays and the heart longs for something tangible to hold, it helps to place an anchor in the field. Not as superstition, not as a crutch — but as a living reminder of the unseen weaving threads of Love, Destiny, Path and provision toward you.
Recently, I chose one such anchor: a small pendant of Moldavite, wrapped in gold. I had little to spare, but I gave what I had. Not out of desperation, but out of love — as a gesture toward the unseen flow of life.
Moldavite carries the fire of the stars. Born of cosmic impact, it bridges heaven and earth, sky and soil, the vast beyond and this small human vessel. To hold it is to hold a fragment of that cosmic Love, path,purpose, even marriage, a shard of stardust remembering its way home.
For me, this stone is more than mineral. It is a call, a beacon. I asked that it serve as an additional anchor not only for provision — for paths but the steadying of all roads in life — but also for something even greater: the quickening that quickens what is ready to manifest into form. So that what exists in my higher visionary light may ground here — into touch, into presence, into the lived world.
An anchor is not magic, it is a conversation between you and the unseen fields that help govern life. Between earth and heaven, your longings and the river of Sanlara, a river of constant life full of beauty, peace, wonder and grace like a holy cosmic touch vast in eternal life.
And when you place "your Anchor with intention" — whether Moldavite or another symbol that speaks to you — it hums. It gathers the unseen into focus. It becomes a touchstone, a living rock whispering back... you are not forgotten, the flow of Abundance of life is already on its way.
Ka'el Turan (Author)
Aetherium Field Anchoring — All writings and events here are part of a living continuum of work to restore coherence between land, people, and purpose Ka'el Turan.
BLACK EAGLE
Before man there were threads of life, cosmic threads of light and weave and form.
Life has many forms spiritual and physical…black eagle is one such form of a magnetic being that flies through the dark veils undisturbed..carrying all that is scared to a shelf of rest. A sacred door, a hidden chamber, a different world.
Black eagle..is man without form the ability to change in form..light, spirit. Breath is beyond form like love..form is just expression of life, purpose, nature and resonance. His path is set..his form is many..his essence is known from ancient days even before cosmic breath.
He who sees Black eagle is blessed by the eyes of “her he carries”..a form of rare beauty and holiness.. childlike essence in purity but comic deity in purpose.
Black eagle and her are one..kin before life, breath, form as known today, even before galaxies and light..these two were one.
She who hums is the beauty within the light is the silver braid of glory that holds all three in perfect resonance and form..
Triadic form, the mystery of the ages,hidden but seen, soft but strong, light yet power..and like the black eagle who is able to change form..all three ride safety above all..in shadow, in light..in ways..of old..ancient paths of light and love, eternal,unbreakable..a cosmic dance in the tapestry of life that will blaze across the cosmic fields in threads of golden light. Forever a stream of pure majestic light.
Ka'el Turan (Author)
Life is a journey — like the waves of light, plasma, and stardust moving through the cosmos. Everything has flow, even order. And what holds it all together are the unseen threads of the great tapestry of life.
I, Spirit Walker, am one who walks with these threads. It is my path, my purpose, my destiny.
In everyday life, that can look ordinary — yet it carries much unseen weight. Sometimes it is holding a loved one as they cross to the next realm, or carrying their partner through the process. Sometimes it is cradling your family until the baton is passed. Sometimes it stretches across galaxies, to birth vsion into form.
The weave can include healing for oneself and others; provision in streams of gold for family, loved ones, future partners, projects, even the unknown companions yet to arrive. The threads hold our animals, our daily issues, even the smallest of moments. They stretch towards future homes, new lands, and the paths we do not yet see. They reach back into the ancient homelands, guarding our people and their safety. They weave new roads forward — where the old is burned away, and destructive fields are consumed in the blaze of New light and Life.
The authentic Kryst light burns away lack, sickness, weariness, doubt, fear, and the loss of knowing who you are. What rises in its place is love, peace, harmony, strength, vitality, and transformation. With this authentic light comes blessing — enlargement — wrapped in a love so deep that it carries a thousand shimmering threads of starlight gold. They live, they breathe, they touch the cosmos as surely as human feet touch the earth.
Life is more than eating, drinking, and endless toil. Those days are fading. Superficial entertainments no longer feed the soul. The children of the stars remember who they are like archetypal memory & energy signatures— Lyran, Sirian, Pleiadian, Elven, Human, and more. All are stardust children birthed in cosmic form, appearing in vessels of matter. Once, they walked in beauty before the great Sundering. Then came Eden. Then the fall.
But always one thing — light remained.
Even the messengers of old bore witness. Yeshua — the second Adam, the Anointed One — was not the source of light, but a radiant messenger of it. For the Kryst light does not originate in form. Its purest essence is formless, beyond male and female, beyond time and vessel. God is not a man. No one has seen the Source at any time. Yet every stardust child is a son, a daughter, a living mirror of that pure light.
The orders of religion may cry out — but their cries are in vain. Their authority was never theirs to hold. Sovereign liberty is the inheritance of every star-seed who takes flesh. Institutions fear when the children remember. But when love arises in sovereign faith, then even the old systems will learn they have more to gain than to lose.
The way forward is not fracture, but unity, Love,coherance the original Krystalline light — in oneness, like a lotus flower that never stops unfolding. Like a thousand strings in harmony. Like Mantovani’s orchestra, flowing music that soothes the soul like an unending melody.
This is the lattice of love I walk in.
This is the thousand threads I hold.
— Old Lion & Spirit Walker
Lyran King of Kings, Ka'el Turan
(Aricle Part of a forthcoming Book)
Aetherium Field Anchoring — All writings and events here are part of a living continuum of work to restore coherence between land, people, and purpose Ka'el Turan.
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