When some event pops up (let’s say an unkind bully surfaces) that makes you feel angry or resentful, do you ever wonder what Universe intends that to be?
Here is one of my favourite drawings. It is unsigned and undated, so I have no idea how many decades it has been. Each time I look at it, Sarah Mclachlan’s Angel starts playing in my head.
I’m supposed to be doing earthly work from 3hours ago, but the words from the “top” are still coming down.
The angels from his place somehow hung out at my place last night. It was so strange, but definitely welcomed. I recognise the incessant chatter, and the vibration of it, and they were more excited this time.
My alarm clock started working again today. As with good weather. 😀 Some traits just run in the family.
Nights of weird dreams are back: the marine version of having gremlins in the house.
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I am (still) half-hearted about whether I believe in divine intervention. I remember this topic very vividly when I packed and ran away, and it turned out to be true-er than true how the divine has intervened to put me in the right place for my highest good.
Ah well, I guess we are on different leagues, and who am I to call it superficial. There is, in fact, so much complexity to the way their prices are determined.
Natural light played such an important role in the theatrics of our exploration. We wandered in the tiny dark lanes devoid of light, and then “surprise!” the sun lights up the very intricate facade of the corner house.
I start to feel the vibrational space around me. It was a finer kind of vibration, much like when the angels wrap their wings around me. Although beyond that was a harsh, cold vibration of “bad news”, which I am still not sure of what yet.
Today, as ‘prophesied’ in yesterday’s post, I was feeling the complete emotion of living life. Here. and. Now. and. Painful. and. Drowsy. and. Overwhelmed. and. Indescribably Fallen. Definitely a sign of autumn. Fall.
Took a few years, but well, justice does get served. Just a matter of time. It is probably not the full course yet, or maybe it really is just the appetiser part.
Release comes in different forms; healing comes in different forms; guidance comes in different forms. Intent only has to start with a focused one.
Gosh. This is unbelievable. I lost my moonstone ring. I cannot believe it.
As I picked cards one after another, the past stories flowed into my consciousness one after another. My glaring selfishness starred me in my face, one realisation after another.
This savage full moon tore me to shreds. It was so intense I was unable to sleep at all last night. Tossed, turned, feeling like I could tear myself out of my body unconstrained. Maybe that is how a werewolf feels on a full moon night.
That thin line between “right” and “wrong”. Between fairness and firmness. Between softness and weakness. I am thankful.
So. I raised my voice at my ancestors of 4 generations ago. I cried, and raved, in exasperation of the deadlock we were caught in.
Karin’s soul alignment reading was very useful, in a very practical sense. I have made my tangible goals – my dosage of spiritual medicine!
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!
So yea, I took the slow, comforting winding road, and Self had to take the leadership to pushing Ego past comfort zone. I am trying very hard, and I am gifted with mentors and guidance on how to push them that comfort frontier a little bit further each time.
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?”