Today is day 30ish of my isolation and the world outside according to media reality is all death, despair, fear, loneliness, pestilence and suffering. A common theme faced for many a year in one way or another. People are beginning to turn on each other and conspiracy theories leak from every pore and orifice because we know intuitively something is not quite right.
In another self absorbed reality, I woke early to a stunning dawn. Where, instead of paying homage to the Lord of Time, I simply rested back on my pillow and snuggled my dogs. Whilst so luxuriating I went through a mental list of today's to do's. Then this wonderful; thought wafted over me. I didn't have to do anything.
After a while I rose to do some of my house and garden to do's. All those things I thought I should do but never did because the Lord of Time constantly shoved me from behind with a broom. I fully admit I never achieved not even one of those to do's today because I just was. I simply existed in my own time and space fulfilling an almost lost dream of Being.
Sat in the garden I was lost. I could feel the warming sun and a gentle tickling breeze caressing every cell of my earth suit. I watched a small bee and imagined the tiny heart beating inside her. I could see the magnetic pulse she created which connected her to me and everything else on this planet. Our collective consciousness. I wondered how many of those miniscule beating hearts it would take to fill mine and was amazed to feel my heart expanding to accommodate just a few more beating bee hearts,
The birds sang and I hard listened. To their lilt, frequencies, accents and tones. A heavenly choir of angels with wings. The Pidgeon in the tree seemed to be in a meditative just being mood too. Was I picking up on him, or him on me.....
I centred my focus on the old twisted willow tree. It was a delight to find myself breathing with her - O2 in CO2 out - CO2 in O2 out. A synchronised dance that spun us round the garden in the grandest of waltzes. Our sacred space within the confines of trees, hedges and rickety falling fences. I sensed her roots spread out under my feet and I asked her to spare the drains.
The breeze came back full of whispers. She had been busy collecting the gossip. She bought with her soothing, comforting messages that sparkled with violet light beams. She told me everything is going to be alright. This Earth loves us my fellow Sensitives. Just stay in your truth and do not go into fear. The Sea Dragons have finally hatched.
In another self absorbed reality, I woke early to a stunning dawn. Where, instead of paying homage to the Lord of Time, I simply rested back on my pillow and snuggled my dogs. Whilst so luxuriating I went through a mental list of today's to do's. Then this wonderful; thought wafted over me. I didn't have to do anything.
After a while I rose to do some of my house and garden to do's. All those things I thought I should do but never did because the Lord of Time constantly shoved me from behind with a broom. I fully admit I never achieved not even one of those to do's today because I just was. I simply existed in my own time and space fulfilling an almost lost dream of Being.
Sat in the garden I was lost. I could feel the warming sun and a gentle tickling breeze caressing every cell of my earth suit. I watched a small bee and imagined the tiny heart beating inside her. I could see the magnetic pulse she created which connected her to me and everything else on this planet. Our collective consciousness. I wondered how many of those miniscule beating hearts it would take to fill mine and was amazed to feel my heart expanding to accommodate just a few more beating bee hearts,
The birds sang and I hard listened. To their lilt, frequencies, accents and tones. A heavenly choir of angels with wings. The Pidgeon in the tree seemed to be in a meditative just being mood too. Was I picking up on him, or him on me.....
I centred my focus on the old twisted willow tree. It was a delight to find myself breathing with her - O2 in CO2 out - CO2 in O2 out. A synchronised dance that spun us round the garden in the grandest of waltzes. Our sacred space within the confines of trees, hedges and rickety falling fences. I sensed her roots spread out under my feet and I asked her to spare the drains.
The breeze came back full of whispers. She had been busy collecting the gossip. She bought with her soothing, comforting messages that sparkled with violet light beams. She told me everything is going to be alright. This Earth loves us my fellow Sensitives. Just stay in your truth and do not go into fear. The Sea Dragons have finally hatched.
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