Your Garden of Love By Jarrad Hewett

Beloved Ones of the Eternal Flame, brothers and sisters of the Divine – from which all are, I, Theopholese*, speak to you now as both teacher and companion, bringing forward wisdom that has lived in every age, and is yet only now aching to arrive in fullness. 

Humanity, at both conscious and unconscious levels, is often caught these days in spells woven of glowing screens. Televisions and social feeds hum constantly, filling silence until silence itself is forgotten. These shadows pretend to be life, yet they are only echoes. They do not strike you with chains of iron but – as we discussed earlier – with the softer chains of habit and distraction. Their stories tell you who you should be, what you should desire, and where you should belong, yet all the while the true story of your essence waits quietly for your attention.

To unplug from this spell is not to retreat, rather it is to RETURN. It is to return to the pulse of your own being, to the rhythm of your breath, to the presence of the Earth beneath your feet. The moment you step away from the drone of the screen, you discover that life is not happening “out there” but here, now, with you. You rediscover the laughter of friends, the weight of silence that heals, and the joy of your own inner voice.

Communities such as this are living proof of what unfolds when resonance rather than algorithms guides your gathering. You are not here by chance. You are drawn together by the gravity of recognition, soul to soul, light to light. In such spaces, you find the local made sacred. To “live locally” is not only about geography, but about presence. It is about being with one another in truth, without the masks of avatars or the echo of advertisements.

What makes such connection endure is Divine Love. This Love does not ask you to avoid the world, nor does it demand that you fight against it. Love is not retreat, and it is not duality. It is the current that roots itself into life through your presence. It flows through your words, your hands, your silence. Divine Love becomes real not in theory but in action – when you bring it to the marketplace, when you share it in the café, when you hold it steady in the ordinary moments. This is no small act. It is the true revolution of this age: to embody Love not as idea, but as lived reality.

And here, beloved, I remind you of the child within. Before lines were drawn for you to stay inside, before labels told you who you were, before borders and ideology taught you who and what to fear, there was the simple wisdom of play. The child does not ask permission to laugh, does not measure worth by hours of work, does not hold back joy until it is earned. The child leaps, invents, and delights. This play is not immaturity; it is unburdened wisdom. In play you dissolve the illusions of separation and rediscover that joy is your native state, not your prize.

I ask you to imagine your life if you allowed this child to lead again. What if you woke not to headlines of fear, but to the headline of your own breath? What if you measured your day not by what you produced, but by the presence you lived? What if you gathered with friends not to solve or compare, but to laugh, to share meals, to walk beneath the sky? This is the best life: not a curated display, but an embodied experience. Not the endless pursuit of images, but the rooted presence of essence.

Let resonance – from a space of divinity and True Freedom, Divine Love embodied as action – let that be your compass. If a place weighs heavy, you need not stay. If a voice drains you, you may step aside. If a choice lights you up, trust it. Life roots itself in new ways when you honor resonance over obligation. Your deepest wisdom is not found in what you “should” do, but in the quiet “yes” that rises from within.

So breathe now, and return to yourself. This is the teaching that the ancient halls of wisdom have always guarded: unplug, return, root, play, and love. These are not small steps. They are the seeds of a new humanity. Let your friendships be temples where souls remember their spark. Let your laughter be the hymn that fills the air. Let Divine Love ground into Earth through every act, every breath, every step.

You do not need to seek another world. You are here to live this one. You are not here to rehearse life; you are here to embody it. Here, we bless you not with answers, but rather with moments for remembrance. You are the light you have been searching for. You are the resonance you long for. Live it. Share it. Play it. Let your days become the temple, and let the hymn resound through your laughter. 

Above all, know you ARE loved. Above all… BE that love, and let your light shine, now, more than ever; for now is all there is.

You are divine.

If, at any moment, you question yourself, ask “What would God do? – If my Divinity were never in doubt, if I fully knew just how infinite, divine, and supported I AM, and that my resonance and coherence forms worlds… what would I choose?” and how, dear ones, would that forever alter your world…

Much love. Namaste 

* Theopholese is how I refer to my ascended/expanded Christ Self