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Walking Through the Gate: A Lion’s Gate Transmission

Introduction


On the night of August 9th, during meditation and automatic writing, words flowed through me like a dialogue from Spirit. I share them here as they came—an invitation to step through the Gate of becoming, to remember who we are beyond the noise of life.


May these words meet you where you are and open something within.



The Transmission


Received during meditation, August 9th, 2025 — shared as it came.


2025.08.09 — 12 AM


Lion’s Gate

Still open


Always open


Bring your attention to it

Anytime


We are always here


In Love

With You

Always here

Always now.


Scripting, you say?

Let’s script away.


Do We tell you?

Or do you tell Us?


Can’t you let it flow?

Unscripted.


You feel you not all that high.


What weighs you down, Ruba?

What keeps you down?


How do you let it go?


We see you doing it

noticing it—

Catching it—

Then allowing it to step back.


Scripting.


What do you want?

What do you feel you want?

What does it feel like to be in it?

What do you feel like being in it?


Being the human.

Being.


Being human.


And when a "new" gate opens,

Who do you want to be walking through it?


Jerusalem.

We told you to meet us at the gates.

Do you remember?

Remember then.

Why we met at the gates of Jerusalem.


Scripting.

Opening Gates.


Script a moment, a day, a year.

Script a lifetime—or all lifetimes.


The sewing machine sews one stitch at a time.

A stitch in time.


We don’t make sense to you

Until you stop making sense to yourself.


Wake up, Ruba.

What is stopping you?


You are there—

On top of it—

The Gate.

You are at the Gate.

And we met you there.


Why can’t you see Us?

Why are you not walking through?


Close your eyes.

Feel your way into Truth.


Don’t get caught up with life.

You are its weaver.

Its maker.

Become its master.

Master life.


Step back then and do the small visions if you must.

Know that We remain at the Gate.

We await your arrival.

We wait to walk you through.



Pull The Light through the wound.

There is no way around it.

It is the wound The Light must come through.


You are the wound.

You are The Light.

Allow The Light through the wound.

Allow The Light through the eye of the needle.


[[What do I need to know?]]


That We are with you.

That We do not admonish.

We do not become upset or impatient.

We are not the heaviness you feel for not doing—not being.


Do not confuse the voices.


Say Yes to what We bring to you—

And We move with you through every Yes.



Closing Reflection


These words came to me, but they are not only for me. They are for anyone standing at the threshold of change, at the Gate of their own becoming.


  • What wound in you is waiting to let the Light through?

  • What Gate do you sense yourself standing before?

  • And who will you be when you walk through it?


May this remind you that you are never alone at the threshold. The Gate is always open, and Love is always here.


Illuminated ancient stone gate with palm trees; blue evening sky. Text: "The Gate is always open. Love is always here." Mood: serene.

PS


Interestingly, Lion’s Gate is also the name of one of the eight gates in the Old City of Jerusalem, built in the 16th century by Suleiman the Magnificent. Adorned with lions on its facade, this earthly gate mirrors the cosmic Lion’s Gate we honor each August. One opens in stone, the other in the stars—together reminding us that thresholds exist both on earth and in the heavens, inviting us to step through with courage.


PPS


This transmission revealed itself to be more than I first realized. As I sat with the words, one discovery led to another—connecting the Lion’s Gate not only to the stars, but also to the land of my own ancestors. To read how this message deepened and what unfolded next, continue to The Gates of Jerusalem: Hidden Messages in Channeling.



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Introspective Odyssey is the heart work of Ruba Moghraby—a soul-guided journey inward for healing, awakening, and self-remembrance.

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