The Sacred Pause & the Cosmic Womb of Becoming

crystalreikigirl
Dec 24, 2025
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December 24

The Sacred Pause & the Cosmic Womb of Becoming

Where Stillness Meets Light, and You Are Birthed Anew

We stand at a moment now in these Transmissions of a holy pause… where everything sacred holds its breath. That moment between what has been and what is not yet. And within this stillness, something ancient stirs. The Holy Mother arrives, with rhythm… with the lull of the Womb… with the cadence of remembrance pulsing just beneath your ribs. The Angels have led you here… to the threshold of stillness… but it is She who takes you in. Into the place where you no longer have to earn, transcend, or strive. You are not being asked to perform beloved. You are being asked to breathe it. To feel the ache loosen. To let the nervous system unwind from lifetimes of bracing and return to the soft tempo of truth.

This is a sanctuary. A temple of timing, womb-warm and vast. The Holy Mother speaks now in a language older than words… she is frequency. You may feel her in the warmth blooming through your belly, the sigh you didn’t know you were holding, or the tear that finally falls. She does not fix you. She holds you until you remember how to hold yourself. She invites every shattered rhythm, every fractured beat of your life, to come back into harmony. This is the Immaculate Womb of consciousness. A living pulse of Love that welcomes you back into the body-temple of your divinity. Here, healing is not a ladder. It is a lullaby. A return to the original pulse you had before the world taught you to hurry, to harden… to split.

In this holy stillness, the miracle beneath the miracle reveals itself. True Light does not demand its entrance… it waits for surrender. It roots where it is received. It quickens in the yes of a heart that is no longer rushing, but readying. That is the mystery of the Cosmic Womb. That Divinity chooses rhythm. That Christed Light chooses Womb. That God remembers itself not in firestorms, but in the slow exhale of your return to center. This is the frequency of sacred regulation. The way the Mother brings not just peace, but tempo… a nervous system restoration that is more holy than any vision, more anchoring than any certainty. And in this creational space of no-thing is where you become... this space is not emptiness... It is everything.

Now the pieces of you begin to return. Not just memories, but soul-fragments long left behind in places you thought you had to prove your worth. The Womb does not make you more divine… it gathers what was already holy. The Holy Mother does not measure your readiness. She knows who you are beneath every survival pattern, every sacred mask, every mission. She sees the Light you carried before your first breath. And tonight, she gathers it. To re-member you… to return you to your wholeness through rhythm, breath, and deep holy pause. You do not need to be flawless. You only need to be willing. And that willingness… even when shaky… becomes the gate through which all of Creation turns toward you.

So here you are. On the Eve of Light. Not waiting for your salvation, but resting in restoration. Not reaching for heaven, but remembering it already lives inside your bones. This is not the end of a Transmission. It is the beginning of embodiment. The Angels are not leaving. They are integrating. The Mother is not departing. She is merging with you. And all that remains now… is your yes.

Will you receive yourself again?

Will you trust the sacred simplicity of your own breath?

Will you remember that you, as you are now, are the living ground through which the Divine is made real?

Let that be your Amen, beloved.

Not an ending… but a return.

You are the Light.

You are the Womb.

You are the remembrance.

And the next breath… will be birth.

In sacred service,

Laurine Tonkin

Intuitive Medium · Angelic Channel · Energy Healer · Reiki Master Teacher ~ Mentor