Somehow a discussion of goals with the ex-paramour reveals a desire on his part to impregnate and wife a bitch. Ummm...exsqueeze me?
Meanwhile, one of the barbers at the shop next door to the corner store is like...engaging in some pre-stalker admiration tactics. I'm flattered...for now. Plenty of time for fear to develop!
So yeah...I'm just going with the flow these days. It's kind of weird, considering that I once was the queen of control issues - self and others. Now my steelo is to sit back and watch things unfold. The concern is there, and my presence is available to those that I love - but only when asked. It's awesome to not feel as if I'm imposing, you know? I'm over here taking laid-back to a new level, folks.
St. Germain explains ascension as a process of moving further up back through the hierarchies and dimensions until we eventually reach the source again. St. Germain explains that the first step is to realign with our twin souls, then our soul groups, etc. As more and more soulmate constellations begin to reunite, we will continue to ascend back up through the hierarchies and dimensions until we all reach the source again, the highest dimension of all and the state of perfection. However, St. Germain tells us that if all of the universal truths and knowledge were made known to our finite human minds at one time rather than gradually, “our finite human minds would blow a fuse”. Therefore, spirit gives us the pieces of truths that we can handle and once we integrate these into our consciousnesses, further truths are revealed to us. This is a never ending process until we once again reach the state of perfection.
Now when I read this, it makes sense, but a few months ago my own awakening was so unexpected and intense, that I did damn near blow a fuse. I attempted to slow it down and negate the waking life effects of my new thought pattern but honestly...it was a bust. I mean, what would you do if suddenly knew without doubt the interconnectedness of every.single. major event in your life? Imagine being lifted so high into the ethers that when you drift back down, life seems like some make-shift dream to involve oneself in until death. The huge amount of detachment scared the living bejeebs out of me because yeah...misery sucks. But at least you're feeling, right?
I realize that was part of the process. I had to completely disengage so that once I did reconnect I would have an entirely different appreciation for this thing called life.
And I do. I notice duality, but any good artist sees the role of shadows and light. I focus on the latter because I grew tired of the way my life swung when I looked to long at the former. Of course I still I get down sometimes...sad/mad; but I'm very child-like with it. That means it doesn't take much to lift me up again. Just today I went from feeling a bit miffed at the 1950s nigger treatment I got from the chick at the drug store, to smiling because a pretty little girl sitting with her parents spoke to me out of the blue. Happenings such as these always feel like gifts. Simple but frequency raising.
My position on life now? Well I think it's just a game. The Sims, with the free will control turned on. My only goal nowadays is to play it with enjoyment/vigor and use all this incoming wisdom to my advantage. There are daydreams of the future of course, but mostly I live moment to moment. Each day be that mystery unfolding.
I'd sure like a few more conscious participants to play with but hey...I'm patient.
Posted by Lisa at August 8, 2007 11:34 PM