I feel like writing tonight. Not sure what will land here, but I felt like sharing, or would it be, unburdening?
I have had some really interesting dreams lately, the angels teaching me about pieces of rainbows and how to turn them to heal.
A repetitive dream about escaping from one world to the next, sneaking out through a porthole, that forgive me, was I believe a toilet bowel, the deal was, I had to have faith, dive in and let myself be flushed away. The thing is, my consciousness, and my self, however you define it, came out from the other side. And then it happened again and again and again until I awoke near 5 and say ok, enough of that, bring me back to the rainbows.
The rainbows are fast and furious in my mind. If you go back to the beginning of many of my posts, there was a desperate, desperate search…I needed, wanted, demanded the answers. Could that be the lawyer in me? And then, it stopped, and it stopped, without my doing, by the immersion in silence and in nature. Now, I’m not telling you I had to be in the middle of the woods, I could have been on a busy street, on a stoop, lucky enough to have a pot of geraniums at my side, but I needed to be. And I found I could not “be” in the continuous cycle of putting on a face. Whoever that other is, that seeks to say, hey, hey – aren’t I cool, aren’t I loveable? Let me show you, you will see. Well, she went somewhere else, age, you ask? Perhaps. And if so, blessings.
The point being, there is a quiet solitutude that has nothing to do with loneliness. That may be because I am fortunate enough to be withn reservoirs of love, or is that because, becoming aware, I stepped within reservoirs of love and decided to stay put?
That’s it. Sin-e.
Best of blessings, peace, wholeness, and undoubtedly, self-healing to you. Faith can move a mountain. I have always had a problem with it, until I got out of my own way, and realized it was true.
Live from the heart.
Live honest to you.
You’ll be ok.