We have to keep burning away the karma and keeping the lessons, and that flame goes on and on until the day we are done and dusted. And yay, we then rise back home – the Light we are, rejoining the Light that is.
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.
Universe throws messages in our face when we do not pay enough attention. I got the same message three times yesterday, and one more time this morning.
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.