December 4, 2025

Did you know?  I’ve started posting pics from my various travels and walks on Instagram.  If that interests you, click on the Instagram icon on my emails or at the bottom of my blog posts online.  If you wish to follow me, I am @Mma_HuLiLi on Instagram.

Dear Love-Light,

I like this little poem for December.  The artist of the visual included is Jean Luc Bozzoli whose art you can enjoy at eyewithin.com  He also has a monthly mailing you might enjoy — it’s a compilation of nuggets from several channelers.  And you can see more of his artwork on his Instagram which is found by his name and or eyewithin.

Happy December!
💗 Mayet

I Am God-Light

I Am starlight, I am dew
I Am moonlight, through and through
I Am sunbeams strong and bright
I Am winter’s snowy white
I Am desert’s rarest bloom
I Am seasons gone too soon
I Am dawning into day
I’m fluffy clouds that lift away
I’m the river’s flood and flow
I Am birds out on the wing
I Am oceans, I am air
I Am people everywhere 
Breath of life and hearth-glow too  
I’m the Love-Light, so are you. 

Mayet M. Leilani

December 4, 2025

• A mini-altar moment
• Message from Spirit

A short but fun message today.  One of the funny things I do around my house is make little impromptu altars all over the place.  You probably do that too? This one happened when my flowering anthurium plant fell over and one of the stems broke.  These flowers last a loooooong time, both live and cut.  So I popped in a pretty shot glass someone gave me, added a couple other items and created a contemplative mini-altar tableaux.  It’s cute, isn’t it?  When I pass by it makes me smile and a smile is such a great meditation.

When I create these little altars I often ask Spirit for a message to put beside it to read from time to time.  Here’s the message I got for this teeny altar moment.

Lovingly,
Mayet Leilani

Feel the Fullness, find it there inside you.  Escape the muttering and puttering of daily mind, move through the outer rooms, beyond reach of even pressing cares and woes.    Navigate the emptiness, the shadowy barren wastelands, past the derelict and crumbling spaces where familiar patterns rabble and gabble like cranky aunties.  Pay them no mind, continue on.  Go through the resistance is there as it tried to dissuade you. Further now, beyond judgment, past definition or storytelling, below the threshold of pain or fear or disbelief.  If they are there, they matter not at this moment.  Turn the corner even on reason.  Here, at last, the terrain opens into spaciousness.

Here, at last, in the outer reaches of inner space, where stardust drifts like tiny fireflies of ancient cosmic Being.  Here at last, the wellhead bubbling up from what is always here, has always been and ever and always shall be here.  The Fountainhead of Fullness and Light brimming with peace and joyous goodness, cleansing, restoring, refreshing.  Welling up, upward, flooding into all the cracks and crannies so dry, seeping into loneliness, rising to fill, to fill with fullness.  There is your spark, fed by Fullness, springing forth, carrying its wonder on waves of gratitude, perhaps with tears of joy.  Drink in the fullness, beloved, drink your fill.