Last night he spoke of a raspberry flavored drink we shared and so raspberry was the taste of our kisses. Only today did it occur to me: in February of 2016 I had written of my dream. In the dream a man kissed my shoulders sweetly and then had to leave because work required he travel from me. For some reason I described the sweetness to be like raspberries, of all things. So it came to be that a sweet man kissed me tenderly while we tasted of raspberry flavored drink and had to leave because his work requires he travel away from me. Didn't see that one coming when I had the dream! It was no insignificant incident, my meeting this man!
The children and I sat upon the prairie and it was as a scene straight out of the "Avatar" movie: "spirits" alighted on my head, shoulders, arms in the form of dragon flies. My daughter tried to swat them off of me. We sat under an umbrella to shield us from the sun as wild horses mated in the brush. We sat later relaxing upon a platform and heard a roar of sorts. We looked around and finally spied an alligator floating among driftwood. When he saw we had noticed him he nibbled at some of that floating wood. He began to swim out from among it, all the while watching myself and my children. He snapped up a lily pad and continued on, having strutted his stuff to impress us. Later as we pitched our tent a wild stallion came to stand right in front of us under a tree watching what it was we were doing. We lived two little girls' dream of seeing wild horses upon a prairie! And my son tells everyone he sees about the alligator who ate the lily pad and just might be a vegetarian like me!
Before this experience I ran into several synchronicities letting me know I was divinely living: toads on a shower curtain (land of par boiled toads) where I stayed in the "Susan B. Anthony" room (shelter in Connecticut that is only one even remotely close to what I believe women's shelters should be) in which there hung a poster of Lakshmi (Facebook friend on a spiritual journey much like me). Then we stayed at a hotel where I saw a man I thought I'd never see again after spending the night in a building near a gorgeous spring, given unexpected permission.
It's a miraculous journey we have been having! We walked to the right place at exactly the right moment to grace us with a place in a home way out in the country where we are resting peacefully and eating wonderfully! "Life" is being VERY good to me!
Monday, June 20, 2016
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Toad in the Road, Unicorns Freed!
It so happened one day a choice was made. "Opt out", chose me. As I walked right then straight rather than straight than right (which would have been "more logical" decision) across an intersection I saw it all dried and belly up in my path: a toad in the road....synchronicity! The storms had flushed many a thing into the roadways the previous day, so no toad was killed just for me but synchronicity, a smile from a man which had me crossing right instead of straight in distraction, and a breeze probably all conspired to bring the moment to me.
As I've written before and practiced so previously, the modern prophet knows when asking in response to such "omens" and things "for whom the bell tolls", that prophet's answer should always be "firstly, me". And so it is and so it shall be......illness over ran again, the mucus was green. So for two days I slept when I normally couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't have listened to my body. I woke refreshed, my heart wide open, my mind clear again. "Oh! How toadish I had gotten! How toadish I've been!". Only in the exaggeration of my own behavior under extreme stress could I see that little par boiled toad that had always existed in me. So the days that followed I kept awake to me observing without judgement what par boiled things would come from me. I opened the space, hesitating their expression to see what other things could come through this expanded clarity. "Indeed, indeed!" croaked me as I allowed the waters of clarity to flow freely. And like the wicked witch of OZ when watered by Dorothy, the par boiled toad in me began to scream and writhe "I'm melting! I'm melting!".
A couple days later I sat in repose as the mucus began to run clear from my nose. A big black snake did meander on the hunt straight towards me. Previously the toad in me would have broken out in a cold hot sweat and begun shaking immediately! I sat instead, calm as could be. I made a tap with a metal thing so that it would notice me. It noticed me indeed and simply doubled it's length back by half giving me ample space but continuing on it's path. I felt a great etheric movement that flowed with slither of the snake as it passed by me. It stopped of a sudden and pulled back just a bit as if something had jumped up before it before continuing smoothly upon it's way. Did it sense the etheric joining of it and me? Maybe, maybe, says me.
In the mean time, my little she goat offspring had drawn more unicorns. The kids had slept those two sleepy days same as me. This time her unicorns had heads held high and were untied, untamed beneath the sky. With "cutie marks" in place, their renewed, expanded, state complete.
The goats' mucus, also clear, they did romp and play again through their days. Which left me back to my beneath the local trees, daily dancing myself clear and then just for the joy; I am even more free!
As I've written before and practiced so previously, the modern prophet knows when asking in response to such "omens" and things "for whom the bell tolls", that prophet's answer should always be "firstly, me". And so it is and so it shall be......illness over ran again, the mucus was green. So for two days I slept when I normally couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't have listened to my body. I woke refreshed, my heart wide open, my mind clear again. "Oh! How toadish I had gotten! How toadish I've been!". Only in the exaggeration of my own behavior under extreme stress could I see that little par boiled toad that had always existed in me. So the days that followed I kept awake to me observing without judgement what par boiled things would come from me. I opened the space, hesitating their expression to see what other things could come through this expanded clarity. "Indeed, indeed!" croaked me as I allowed the waters of clarity to flow freely. And like the wicked witch of OZ when watered by Dorothy, the par boiled toad in me began to scream and writhe "I'm melting! I'm melting!".
A couple days later I sat in repose as the mucus began to run clear from my nose. A big black snake did meander on the hunt straight towards me. Previously the toad in me would have broken out in a cold hot sweat and begun shaking immediately! I sat instead, calm as could be. I made a tap with a metal thing so that it would notice me. It noticed me indeed and simply doubled it's length back by half giving me ample space but continuing on it's path. I felt a great etheric movement that flowed with slither of the snake as it passed by me. It stopped of a sudden and pulled back just a bit as if something had jumped up before it before continuing smoothly upon it's way. Did it sense the etheric joining of it and me? Maybe, maybe, says me.
In the mean time, my little she goat offspring had drawn more unicorns. The kids had slept those two sleepy days same as me. This time her unicorns had heads held high and were untied, untamed beneath the sky. With "cutie marks" in place, their renewed, expanded, state complete.
The goats' mucus, also clear, they did romp and play again through their days. Which left me back to my beneath the local trees, daily dancing myself clear and then just for the joy; I am even more free!
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Blood Spilled in the Land of Par Boiled Toads!
Blood has been spilled in the Land of Par Boiled Toads.
It's true!
The trail led across the leaking containers of food, across the court and straight into the bathroom. The sink was covered and no one cleaned. That left the deed straight up to me. I went to the kitchen to find liquid to make it sanitary and oh! what did I see? The dishrag partially submerged in the water for washing the utensils with which they intend to serve was also bloody........and they're angry I won't eat? That I won't allow from contaminated dishes and surfaces my children to feed? Woo hoo! heehee! I dance beneath the local trees, laughing and loving to clarify this ridiculous scene of one perfectly divine comedy-joke's on me!- within my being. I bless the gods for showing me how sacred I view blood really. My body, my temple, a sacred thing!
A chaotic air lent to the schizophrenic with bi-polar personality disorder snapping and barking and swearing at the children as well as adults throughout the day when addressed she'd say "Me?! No way!". Already warned we must not complain or "I'll take your bed away!". Like the Queen of hearts in Wonderland shouting of Alice "Off with her head", the threat does come "Away with her bed!" and as the witch in Oz does add: "and your little dog,too", the queen toad with the wig that is fireproof, her threat does say "and your little kids, too!". Caught up in the chaos the goats do Frolic, the goats do romp and the goats do play until one bleats from the slice to it's leg. Just another casualty of those beds that do roll away......every Sunday where a new gauntlet of spirits and personalities is faced......
So, I dance and I sing my sweet little soul clean beneath the local, moss draped trees.......the rainbow keeps dancing, the waters always churning above the gold of serene divine being...and we sing and we sing. We keep right on dancing below, above, around and beneath those glorious trees!
It's true!
The trail led across the leaking containers of food, across the court and straight into the bathroom. The sink was covered and no one cleaned. That left the deed straight up to me. I went to the kitchen to find liquid to make it sanitary and oh! what did I see? The dishrag partially submerged in the water for washing the utensils with which they intend to serve was also bloody........and they're angry I won't eat? That I won't allow from contaminated dishes and surfaces my children to feed? Woo hoo! heehee! I dance beneath the local trees, laughing and loving to clarify this ridiculous scene of one perfectly divine comedy-joke's on me!- within my being. I bless the gods for showing me how sacred I view blood really. My body, my temple, a sacred thing!
A chaotic air lent to the schizophrenic with bi-polar personality disorder snapping and barking and swearing at the children as well as adults throughout the day when addressed she'd say "Me?! No way!". Already warned we must not complain or "I'll take your bed away!". Like the Queen of hearts in Wonderland shouting of Alice "Off with her head", the threat does come "Away with her bed!" and as the witch in Oz does add: "and your little dog,too", the queen toad with the wig that is fireproof, her threat does say "and your little kids, too!". Caught up in the chaos the goats do Frolic, the goats do romp and the goats do play until one bleats from the slice to it's leg. Just another casualty of those beds that do roll away......every Sunday where a new gauntlet of spirits and personalities is faced......
So, I dance and I sing my sweet little soul clean beneath the local, moss draped trees.......the rainbow keeps dancing, the waters always churning above the gold of serene divine being...and we sing and we sing. We keep right on dancing below, above, around and beneath those glorious trees!
Thursday, June 2, 2016
The Land of Parboiled Toads
I danced in the rain in the land of the parboiled toads. It was a warm summer rain, though it be only spring. I splashed and I ran and a screamed "yipee!". I twirled and delighted, chased by and following my children through parking lot puddles and fields of sopping wet green. I rejoiced with the trees that swayed in the breeze and came in when the thunder touched the lightening, so rich!
And the queen parboiled toad with her fireproof wig yelled "only to the third to get that pot of gold!" I had been up in those clouds with her, following the rainbow every which way she told. Then I was pulled back down to earth and saw that pot was fool's gold and the rainbow was the boiling water. The queen's underling with the Medusa coils for her fireproof wig screamed "Here is the rainbow, tap into the sky that is blue!". "I tapped into the sky that is blue!" I responded joyfully. "Oh, well tap in over here to tap into the sky that is blue for that rainbow trail". O.K., I say I did and she heard I didn't, there is disjointed thinking and imagined answers from me in this parboiled toad factory. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"We gave you a phone!" the queen toad declared. "You have to buy minutes", Medusa croaked her share. "I have no gold with which to do", replied I, "What do you want me to do?". "Sell your blood!", Medusa replied. Buy me a miniskirt and I'll sell my cunt, too, says I. Woohoo! So I danced and I sang my well-grounded sound as I imagined the Queen of Hearts of "Alice in Wonderland" fame, "Off with her head", the queen toad croaked of another. "Three days" she threatens my own reminder. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I looked at their waters and I see they only welcome in what begins in a virtual reality. "You cannot reach this pot of gold by personal interview, you must introduce yourself on the computer". I watch those who come in for the doctor; "Can I make an appointment?" "No, you cannot, you must do that online". "I cannot do it here, I cannot do it in person?". "No, the appointment would be with me but with making of appointments I have nothing to do". We used to be warned, "From introductions made online, be very afraid" and now in this pot, in this pool, in this day, there is no other way. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I sat in conference concerning my children and shared our point of view: "You believe you waved your magic wand and brought them up to speed, when in fact they simply slowly opened up to share what they already knew. See this, I have proof". The parboiled toads all huffed and puffed so very offended. "Well, we can only go by our point of view, but we'll do you a favor for we want your children back in this water, we want to teach them to swim these waters, to follow the rainbow and get that pot of gold, they are so sweet and wonderful!". So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"You are toads placed in water with the heat slowly rising, conditioned to the intensity of enmity and of competition. You do not even see the true reality: you are fried inside while our skin is still soft and tender and rightly sensitive to water temperatures". Sociopaths called sanity, at least I know I'm not crazy because I questioned my own degrees. They do not even have the sanity to entertain the possibility..... that their water is boiling! Unfit to perceive me, their view without value, we simply move on, we simply continue.
Come what do, it's already written. I'll dance my dance and I'll do it my way. I'll dance before, upon and after that day that was given. And I'll dance in the warm summer rain, that comes upon these spring time days......for the true gold is my inner state of being, it is my peace, it is my stability, it is my sound reason; the rainbow dancing in waters of feelings always the proper degree, true to the season.
And the queen parboiled toad with her fireproof wig yelled "only to the third to get that pot of gold!" I had been up in those clouds with her, following the rainbow every which way she told. Then I was pulled back down to earth and saw that pot was fool's gold and the rainbow was the boiling water. The queen's underling with the Medusa coils for her fireproof wig screamed "Here is the rainbow, tap into the sky that is blue!". "I tapped into the sky that is blue!" I responded joyfully. "Oh, well tap in over here to tap into the sky that is blue for that rainbow trail". O.K., I say I did and she heard I didn't, there is disjointed thinking and imagined answers from me in this parboiled toad factory. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"We gave you a phone!" the queen toad declared. "You have to buy minutes", Medusa croaked her share. "I have no gold with which to do", replied I, "What do you want me to do?". "Sell your blood!", Medusa replied. Buy me a miniskirt and I'll sell my cunt, too, says I. Woohoo! So I danced and I sang my well-grounded sound as I imagined the Queen of Hearts of "Alice in Wonderland" fame, "Off with her head", the queen toad croaked of another. "Three days" she threatens my own reminder. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I looked at their waters and I see they only welcome in what begins in a virtual reality. "You cannot reach this pot of gold by personal interview, you must introduce yourself on the computer". I watch those who come in for the doctor; "Can I make an appointment?" "No, you cannot, you must do that online". "I cannot do it here, I cannot do it in person?". "No, the appointment would be with me but with making of appointments I have nothing to do". We used to be warned, "From introductions made online, be very afraid" and now in this pot, in this pool, in this day, there is no other way. So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
I sat in conference concerning my children and shared our point of view: "You believe you waved your magic wand and brought them up to speed, when in fact they simply slowly opened up to share what they already knew. See this, I have proof". The parboiled toads all huffed and puffed so very offended. "Well, we can only go by our point of view, but we'll do you a favor for we want your children back in this water, we want to teach them to swim these waters, to follow the rainbow and get that pot of gold, they are so sweet and wonderful!". So I danced and I sang my little soul free as I sat amongst the local trees.
"You are toads placed in water with the heat slowly rising, conditioned to the intensity of enmity and of competition. You do not even see the true reality: you are fried inside while our skin is still soft and tender and rightly sensitive to water temperatures". Sociopaths called sanity, at least I know I'm not crazy because I questioned my own degrees. They do not even have the sanity to entertain the possibility..... that their water is boiling! Unfit to perceive me, their view without value, we simply move on, we simply continue.
Come what do, it's already written. I'll dance my dance and I'll do it my way. I'll dance before, upon and after that day that was given. And I'll dance in the warm summer rain, that comes upon these spring time days......for the true gold is my inner state of being, it is my peace, it is my stability, it is my sound reason; the rainbow dancing in waters of feelings always the proper degree, true to the season.
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Spinning Fairy Comes Back Down To Earth
In my dream I noticed people singing and lifting up into the clear blue, fluffy white clouded sky. I told myself "I know how to do that! It DOES feel better than being down here." So, I lightened my spirit and gave it voice until I began to rotate like those Fairy Barbie Dolls: pull the string and up they go like a helicopter propeller. I had my head in the clouds for a few days before some "rescuers" came to trigger my coming down "back to Earth". As I saw browns and greens again I thought to myself; "The landing will hurt if I don't soften it with a BIT of 'airy-fairy' to me." It would have been one of those dreams where you feel like you're falling and startle yourself awake while your body literally jumps off the bed. Instead of being startled awake, the bit of 'airy-fairy' worked and I continued in the dream, getting back to business and thinking I should probably ask what I missed. I woke softly just before my alarm went off.
The "airy-fairy'-ness of my life is buying into a program/recipe of 'success'. To the world, that recipe is actually considered well-grounded and practical and 'realistic'. "Coming back down to Earth" means being real about how I feel/perceive those recipes which others may call unrealistic.
I was told recently I needed to do less blogging and writing to focus on fulfilling a requirement and I had to note: I haven't been writing or blogging NEARLY as much as usual. I had been too caught up in her "airy-fairy" self-sufficiency plan. No, part of coming back "down to Earth" again is me renewing my relationship with my writing!
I have also redefined something for myself in the past 24 hours. People see a steady work record or certificate or degree and say "this person is reliable because they can stick to something". Cannot the same be said for one who stuck to being a stay-at-home mom no matter how financially hard things had gotten? Cannot the same be said of one who stuck to her spiritual journey above a box of familiarity? I HAVE shown steadfastness of charector, reliability, steadiness, productivity, dedication and all those qualities. So, I redefine ME.
And occasionally remember the feeling of fairy dancing out of 'a harsh reality......
The "airy-fairy'-ness of my life is buying into a program/recipe of 'success'. To the world, that recipe is actually considered well-grounded and practical and 'realistic'. "Coming back down to Earth" means being real about how I feel/perceive those recipes which others may call unrealistic.
I was told recently I needed to do less blogging and writing to focus on fulfilling a requirement and I had to note: I haven't been writing or blogging NEARLY as much as usual. I had been too caught up in her "airy-fairy" self-sufficiency plan. No, part of coming back "down to Earth" again is me renewing my relationship with my writing!
I have also redefined something for myself in the past 24 hours. People see a steady work record or certificate or degree and say "this person is reliable because they can stick to something". Cannot the same be said for one who stuck to being a stay-at-home mom no matter how financially hard things had gotten? Cannot the same be said of one who stuck to her spiritual journey above a box of familiarity? I HAVE shown steadfastness of charector, reliability, steadiness, productivity, dedication and all those qualities. So, I redefine ME.
And occasionally remember the feeling of fairy dancing out of 'a harsh reality......
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Children don't tell you
My son told me yesterday he was told he had to bring money in for lunch. I knew it wasn't true. So, I hung out in the office this morning until I knew it had gone through the computer system to the lunch room. Than I went down to the lunch room with my children and made sure they heard the woman in charge say it wouldn't happen again. Someone in the office commented that it was odd his did not work but his sister's did. Hmmmm. So I asked his sister. "It happens to me, too". Oh, so that's why she wanted to start bringing her own lunch. So, we made sure it went through the system for both of them.
I hear over and over again from parent after parent "I have my job and going to school is my child's. It's the way the world is and it's what we have to do. Not everyone plays nice on the playground, get used to it." The message children hear is "Don't bother complaining about anything". "Mom, I don't want to go to school". "Well, you have to". Yes, eventually you learn to stop "complaining", you stop expressing what does not feel good to adults and even your peer group who parrot their parents because they don't want you to stir their suffering in silence divine inner being.
My children didn't get that message today. Today they heard "No, the mother is still here in the office waiting for us to see this through", lol No yelling, no bitching, a simple quiet statement: "My child is told each day he does not have what it takes to get food. He needs to hear that he does indeed have what it takes". Then sit and wait.
Of course my children are bit anxious about this; "Mommy is discussing the elephant in the room!". So, my daughter fidgets with a pen. On the counter."Don't write on the counter", I begin to say as the receptionist gasps in horror with a "What on earth would make you ...". Me, firmly: "NO> you are not going to shame this child as if she is the only child in existence to ever have doodled on a counter, she knows better, I just reminded her, give me something and I'll clean in off". Receptionist: "No, I'll clean it".
"I believe we'll need tardy slips for each of them and a parent pass for me." I mention. Receptionist "Yeah, I'll get to it". The other office staff person went ahead and filled them out with a "I didn't write a time on them so you can take your time in the cafeteria". THANK YOU!
Made sure I handed the tardy slip to each teacher personally with a mention to my daughter's teacher: "Kids have been making fun of her in the lunchroom, let's make sure that doesn't happen again". "I'll keep an eye on it", the teacher said.
My daughter didn't jump up and down for joy, but there was pride in her step. My son glowed with affection. Stomach aches had left.
Some times in life we are where we don't want to be, but it does not mean we are absolutely powerless in how we are treated in those places and children need to know these things. Parents don't realize because they killed that inner child long ago, around kindergarten, and that's why they cannot even fathom their child's own.
I'm feeling far more confident in my conscious parenting, which makes it less resistant, softer and just that much more effective. I am the lion with whom the lamb is safe and comforted ;)
I hear over and over again from parent after parent "I have my job and going to school is my child's. It's the way the world is and it's what we have to do. Not everyone plays nice on the playground, get used to it." The message children hear is "Don't bother complaining about anything". "Mom, I don't want to go to school". "Well, you have to". Yes, eventually you learn to stop "complaining", you stop expressing what does not feel good to adults and even your peer group who parrot their parents because they don't want you to stir their suffering in silence divine inner being.
My children didn't get that message today. Today they heard "No, the mother is still here in the office waiting for us to see this through", lol No yelling, no bitching, a simple quiet statement: "My child is told each day he does not have what it takes to get food. He needs to hear that he does indeed have what it takes". Then sit and wait.
Of course my children are bit anxious about this; "Mommy is discussing the elephant in the room!". So, my daughter fidgets with a pen. On the counter."Don't write on the counter", I begin to say as the receptionist gasps in horror with a "What on earth would make you ...". Me, firmly: "NO> you are not going to shame this child as if she is the only child in existence to ever have doodled on a counter, she knows better, I just reminded her, give me something and I'll clean in off". Receptionist: "No, I'll clean it".
"I believe we'll need tardy slips for each of them and a parent pass for me." I mention. Receptionist "Yeah, I'll get to it". The other office staff person went ahead and filled them out with a "I didn't write a time on them so you can take your time in the cafeteria". THANK YOU!
Made sure I handed the tardy slip to each teacher personally with a mention to my daughter's teacher: "Kids have been making fun of her in the lunchroom, let's make sure that doesn't happen again". "I'll keep an eye on it", the teacher said.
My daughter didn't jump up and down for joy, but there was pride in her step. My son glowed with affection. Stomach aches had left.
Some times in life we are where we don't want to be, but it does not mean we are absolutely powerless in how we are treated in those places and children need to know these things. Parents don't realize because they killed that inner child long ago, around kindergarten, and that's why they cannot even fathom their child's own.
I'm feeling far more confident in my conscious parenting, which makes it less resistant, softer and just that much more effective. I am the lion with whom the lamb is safe and comforted ;)
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
What if spirits changed places?
I had been really sick with high fever, congestion in the lungs, etc. As the infection receded from the deepest parts of my lungs I woke one morning feeling like a newborn who had just left the womb. Sounds were more pronounced, 'intuitive' feelings clearer and a thought was introduced: "What if each day there was the potential for a new spirit to be in the body?".
Illness is the releasing of fear in many cases, the killing off of whatever "resonates" with the "killing agent". So, new, more "enlightened", love-based cells take the place. Some believe it can go so far as mean a change in our very DNA. As I cried each morning during the worst of this illness, it was all my fears wanting expressing and so I expressed them. Now they no longer resonate with me, really. Things people would normally say do not "hit me" like they would have and things I would normally not say out of fear of how they'd be taken roll right off my tongue and are received outwardly un-resisted.
If the body is a veil, a place of stored and accumulated memories worn like a space suit, a spirit comes in and can only be aware of it as it's self with such and such memories. "I am not me" cannot enter one's being really because one can feel one's own essence has not changed. "OK, I am me, but...." and the only thing accessible is the human memory. Any spirit has no choice but to be in charector unless the vessel/human body has memory of being taught other potentials and ways of retrieving self knowledge. The idea that spirits can come and go from bodies and even be in varying numbers is not new: "WE are Legion" was the response "Jesus' got when asking 'a' spirit to identify it's self. The idea of "Walk-ins" is not new or all that unusual either in the 'new age' movement.
The point is: if a different spirit can come in, it might be worth a try to express new things, make new choices a spirit who was there yesterday might not have had the strength to make. Maybe the spirit who gave a body it's smoking habit is no longer in residence because it no longer resonated with the new cells or DNA, so you pick up a carrot stick instead of a cigarette? Walk outside instead of heading for the shower first thing in the morning. Change just one wee little habit and see.....have changes happened in me and I am just not practicing? And with each change, each 'evolution of a vessel, more and more evolved spirits would be drawn to it, not just for occupying but for interacting with, moving that vessel 'up' in physical reality.
Illness is the releasing of fear in many cases, the killing off of whatever "resonates" with the "killing agent". So, new, more "enlightened", love-based cells take the place. Some believe it can go so far as mean a change in our very DNA. As I cried each morning during the worst of this illness, it was all my fears wanting expressing and so I expressed them. Now they no longer resonate with me, really. Things people would normally say do not "hit me" like they would have and things I would normally not say out of fear of how they'd be taken roll right off my tongue and are received outwardly un-resisted.
If the body is a veil, a place of stored and accumulated memories worn like a space suit, a spirit comes in and can only be aware of it as it's self with such and such memories. "I am not me" cannot enter one's being really because one can feel one's own essence has not changed. "OK, I am me, but...." and the only thing accessible is the human memory. Any spirit has no choice but to be in charector unless the vessel/human body has memory of being taught other potentials and ways of retrieving self knowledge. The idea that spirits can come and go from bodies and even be in varying numbers is not new: "WE are Legion" was the response "Jesus' got when asking 'a' spirit to identify it's self. The idea of "Walk-ins" is not new or all that unusual either in the 'new age' movement.
The point is: if a different spirit can come in, it might be worth a try to express new things, make new choices a spirit who was there yesterday might not have had the strength to make. Maybe the spirit who gave a body it's smoking habit is no longer in residence because it no longer resonated with the new cells or DNA, so you pick up a carrot stick instead of a cigarette? Walk outside instead of heading for the shower first thing in the morning. Change just one wee little habit and see.....have changes happened in me and I am just not practicing? And with each change, each 'evolution of a vessel, more and more evolved spirits would be drawn to it, not just for occupying but for interacting with, moving that vessel 'up' in physical reality.
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