Attempting to write or even just scribble, days of waiting patiently for words to organize in sequential fashion, instead of this fucking buzzing around, so potentially agonizing, yet I'm feeling confident and on top of it, and just observing the thing makes it go all shrinky-dink. Life practice becoming increasingly like Parkour, requiring more agility and endurance, abandoning fears that I won't clear the next destination, even if I do get a gash or slip now and then.
This last multi-layered wave has been taking its time to integrate, swerving into tangent topics, astral juggling at its finest. Laughing today about the reflection of imbalance, but viewing it from another mirror's multiverse, it is the moment when the routes overlap creating compassionate love across the board and scale at its junction and beyond.
The first of two amazing cosmic healings in the past fortnight reconnect me with my accumulated karma, arriving in flashes unwinding before me like a sutra of my soul's journey, creeping and piling up on me. My subconscious mind was 'opened' by a friend with true wizard powers. I found myself on horseback breathing heavily with a large wooden stake stabbing with the precision and voraciousness of Achilles, light and prana moved through my physical form unwinding ancient pains as well as ancient sacred wisdom. The wise woman was encouraged to surface from the depths with a mad professor grin like 'let's do this already' I snaked my body and stretched feeling fascia lengthen from head to toe, peeling away transforming back into spacedust.
Awareness on high alert, discipline turned to 11, hyper-objective chosen mind moments suspend as long as Osho's pause before answering a question, sans a single blink. Lessons about boundaries, holding value and worth to self, healing deep past misteachings through the unintentional fault of particularly no one. Revelations suggest skipping back through old issues with new and curious fascination, creating a conscious spiral activation, beginning with an appetite for additional devices and tactics. Thanks time travel! I could never dream of boons such as this! I feel gratitude rise as high as clouds and I shiver on the cellular level. Vibration doing its divine toning and allow myself to be played like a sitar. Ethereal, yet with rooted and abundant base support, balance feeling ever closer. I see from a distance now and I recognize it by its walk, I welcome it in, and kick the rest out the back door into the cosmic recycling bin.
Painting serving as meditation, losing gaze in my muscular little monkey hands as some strange and nimble gateway, how many lives have I worked with these hands, and how many things have I been doing with them? Lively ganja-inspired conversations with a gregarious and gorgeous Austrian neighbor produced a result after much rollercoastering that I can now see the expanded future ahead, what it will be about, and how it will be shaped. Downloads continuously coming in, surrender, receive and integrate is the current plan. Influence of Aquarius moon igniting the humanitarian rebel inside, the love revolutionary!
