Grainy memories

Suddenly recall the grainy photographs of film cameras in the yester-years. I have not tried digging through my cabinets of stuffs to look at old photo albums. Always thought some monster may be lurking inside. Maybe the monster is the shadow side of me – the side I am unsure whether I am ready to face.

Universe seems to have gotten the ball rolling. I had a very vivid dream last night, and having cleared so many “lives – past, present and future”, I am pretty sure this has to be the future. The energy is so strong it is almost as though we have moved into the future already, and it is solid presence. I am writing in present tense because at this present moment, I am still feeling it. Great news, isn’t it?

This is also affirmation on the different feels of the mind, the imagination, the visualization, the consciousness, the etheric, and the real-but-just-in-a-different-time-space-conundrum. They do feel different, and now that I have reached that last bit I have described, Monkey Mind no longer has to ask the “is that just my super-strong-visualization-skills, or is that really happening-outside-my-world-of-physical-consciousness?”. Pat on the back, I give myself. There are probably more experiential grounds to cover that is still residing in some blackhole in the Universe and I have yet to tap into it, but I will share when I get there sometime.

As I walked (and skipped a little) to work today, I recalled our very very youthful days. The period when there was only landlines, and the telephone sits in the living room, so my tiger parents can monitor (aka eavesdrop) on all our phone calls. My mom would always be very surprised as I crawl out from my bedroom to pick up the phone. “The phone did not ring, what are you doing?” I would continue my phone conversation (it is a real conversation with a real person) a little more before crawling back into my room again.

This is the power of telepathy. It has surprised my mom on many counts. And with dear Mr Name-On-My-Nadi-Leaf, the phone never had to ring. Unless I am totally oversleeping on rainy days, which calls for another blog story altogether.

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