Ego asks too many questions the Self will not bother with.
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.
Why would anyone want to experience sadness? Heaviness? Pain? Imagine if we are all indifferent to these. How then would we know if we are, in fact, enjoying happiness, freedom, lightness, etc?
Today’s was easy. I guess it was just someone who was in transit and needed to be shown the Light. Or maybe it is just a matter of getting used to the house-cleaning.
I dreamt of a toilet. An urban toilet in the wild. A clean tiled toilet until I flushed it and it overflowed.
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.
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.
Plop goes my heart! Or maybe plop! went His heart. I got into an estranged bout of crying which arose from my feeling so touched and honoured by His love on one hand, and that disconnect between my mission and my current state of affairs on the other.
Now I truly get it – how life is not about the destination but the journey.
We share sidewalks, not homes. Cultivate your own space and soul, and find your own identity within. You cannot find what is yours in someone else’s.
Sometimes they assure, sometimes they hurt, sometimes they are rudely abrupt. Sometimes they flow from one to another, sometimes they are played staccato. All in all, they are meant to strike a chord, a certain chord in the heart.
I want to save the world, one farm at a time.
From the dull stones that I brought to her place, dormant or sleepy, they are now clear and bright with rainbow sparkles as I turn them in the light.
It is so silly to get anxiety attacks from being worried about miscommunication, when it is really obvious that there can be no way it can be mis-read unless the other party is an utter idiot.
Been spending too much time up on the Seventh, finally exploring and getting to know the inhabitants of the Fifth, working (physically) on the Second, and obviously living on the Third.
Dream big, I have always been told. But do remember, we are shaped by our view of the world.
With ease, Grace and countless blessings!
3 KRs learnt KR today! Haha it sounds so good I had to write this down even though it has nothing to do with me.
Woohoo~ the pieces of the puzzle are finally coming together. Clarity on granularity ensues!
Full Moon meditation tonight was very different. This time it was flighty pricks of chaos at a very fine scale. It was the most distracting chakra balancing class I have ever attended, myself being the biggest distraction.
This word had been ringing in my head for the past few days. I had to google it, and to my surprise, it had been given such a bad name here, and applied only in its negative notion.
This morning, finally, I stepped out of my room, my place. And walked in the sun. And suddenly realize I am healthy! I am not sick at all. It is madness.
Some beliefs are like stubborn stains, no matter how many times you scrub at it, or how long you leave it to rest before scrubbing again, or how long you soak it, they just rise to the surface and remain.
I nearly fainted. I went out for a drink and then came back with a reinforced idea that this is truly a room filled with chaotic angers. That smell. I am not just talking about sweaty bodies, it is a smell of frustration. Pungent, acute smell of exasperation.
I wonder if people think about turning back the clock. And how often?
What a day! What a week! I have so much mixed feelings and thoughts about how everything is going.
My fussiness is starting to surface. It is such a good example of the earlier-mentioned spiral of rising consciousness.
Maybe the diff lies in the bottomlessness. There are some things so deep you just do not know where or whether it ends. Yet there are also some things so deep that you cannot reach it, but you know it ends somewhere.
So I finally resonate with the daily prompt. Does a storm in a teacup imply that something is overblown – that however big it appears, it is no more than a teacup? Or that it is undermined – the storm is too hard for a tiny teacup to bear?
The ability to distinguish one taste from another – from the same plants, just over different years; 24, one after another, in one morning. That is exemplary, and actually possible. Maybe just a little tipsy after.
Tried to make my heart sing, but it came out in chokes. What the heck!
As I experience more planes of existence, I can finally appreciate how so many learned teachers explain the benefits of having a physical body this life. And the importance of honoring it.