I have every reason to believe that Universe has my back. All the weirdo occurrences I wonder about, when the time comes, the whole picture emerges. “What use is this info!!” I always exclaim, when I get told vestiges of seemingly useless info – the uselessness stemming only from my guilelessness.
It never rains on my parade! Unless 1. I have yet to complete what Universe wanted me to do; 2. the next destination is not for my highest good; 3. the timing is not right yet. Which is why I never carry umbrellas with me, cos I hardly get to use them!
Maddening is the stalker butterfly who hovered around me today. Mad is the me going “please go away” repeatedly, and loudly, and in public. Maddened is my bro who went “can you just focus on your food and pretend it’s not there?”. The butterfly went away, and came back after awhile, relentless in his stalks, and my brother laughed. He was the one who told me i was thinking too much when I asked him “do you think the butterfly came for me?”
Have you ever wondered if there can ever be part of a Hole? I have been thinking about the Hologram. And also about Uncle Johnson’s reminder to not be so playful in seeing / differentiating the different light forms.
Having fiddled with so many different modalities of healing, I am more and more sure that we are living many lives in parallel, and that the dynamics between them are in a constant state of flux.
Urghs. The agony of tuning in to a half-told secret. It is like being to told jump and then stopped at the trajectory point before freefall.
So a big piece of rock was lifted and crushed to pieces and thrown away. Then I hear and feel the long silence in my heart.
Moonstone rock meets moonstone ring.
Friday was 9-9-9 (Sept 9, 2+0+1+6), the astrological representation of endings and a time of clearing out the old so the new can emerge! Woohoo~ and so it did, so many brilliant new things appeared yesterday.
Alright people, let’s send our prayers to the world and to Mother Earth who has so unconditionally been taking on our crap.
Human eyes are blinded by norms and standards, that we look only for what is familiar to us, but absolutely missing the obvious straightforward method.
Now I truly get it – how life is not about the destination but the journey.