C R A C K I N G. O P E N.
I’ve been grossly consumed with a shift and haven’t been able to confine it to words. I am used to keeping a hand in my social world for those I don’t have the fortune of seeing everyday. This time there was too much that came to manage that. For two weeks, I downloaded infinite intelligence streams, Q&A’s that seemed to flow directly from Source within me and so much immersion, I couldn’t even create with it.
At first I was stressed, “How will I ever transmit this into tangible? How can I possibly turn around and deliver what I’ve received? I’m going to be irrelevant by the time I come back?” I felt like God was demanding all my focus at first. Demanding. How short sighted. And then, like immersing in warm water, I realized the magnitude of this gift of connecting so impenetrably with such concentrated love, my time was going to be gone all too quickly.
Two weeks, I wrote, I wrestled, I asked, I cried, I sat, I circled, I breathed, I avoided, I argued, and I waited.
I was given sight of the person I am to be in this life, and it was unrecognizable. The things I must still shed, depart from, allow to release, surrender to, yield to, add to, make room for, step up to, rise above, practice, let go of, heal from, and master was so immensely pleasing to see all laid out. And then in a moment, the details vanished as if a forgotten dream, and I was left with the feeling. God shared a secret with me, peeled back a veil between us to show me my way, and then allowed the veil to fall back into place. It was as if the Universe gave me a gift and a wink to know what’s ahead, but only as a merciful gesture of encouragement and guidance, and swiftly told to get to work with a wink.
“I didn’t even recognize myself,” is the thought that still remains. How can something so near in the future be so vastly different than who I see today. It is beautiful that all I have to carry with me is a feeling of her. All I have to follow is a feeling. Not a vision I can judge or copy, emulate or imitate. A feeling to ensure the way I move is done honestly and as is necessary to not disturb the journey that will surely leave failure, doubt, and the questions intact. To give hope in the reflection of the water, without so much as rippling its surface.
I’m utterly confounded at the beauty of life. This unbelievably magnificent thing we get to participate in.
The breath, our sight, the gift of thought, the sensation of warmth, feeling breeze, the ability to touch, the comfort of rest, to hear a crackling fire or the oceanic sound of wind in the trees, the wonder of being able to feel, to awaken, to fall asleep, to remember, it is a symphony of simultaneous miracle. It is overwhelming.
The veins in our hands, in a leaf, in our lungs and the rivers to the oceans are identical in design. The sound of the wind through trees, our own breath, and the ocean are identical in sound. The cavity in a fruit where the seed is held, the womb of a woman, the tree within an acorn, are all identical in nature. We are living within & among perfect design. This experience is freely available to us with the most effortless of shifts in awareness. We are so blessed. We are so, so very, loved.
I spent hours feeling energy through senses and brushed my palm against a soft & smooth mango wood table in total awe of the waterfall of sensation and information I could collect without effort.
Two weeks in time, like sand in a hour glass. And it didn’t make a dent in the social ether. To everyone else, nothing happened. Just goes to show how little constitutes what we regard as real.
Pic or it didn’t happen?
LIVE or it didn’t happen.
