more and more demands are placed upon us by family/husbands/wives/ jobs /etc
we seem to have little time to sit fully in our light and do what our hearts
We miss us, as we lie stretched to the limits like dear old Gulliver. So many
strings tie us down emotionally as we struggle to keep our heads up. We miss
our divine tea-time with the Universe as we see less and less of who we once
A great void buffers our energies as we try so hard to be seen thru the fog.
Everything shouts a different order. Stay, don't stay, don't go, don't
move, don't stop. Our senses are muddled as if we were sailing thru the
Bermuda triangle in an electrical storm. The hours of the day seem to plot
against one as we seek to spend some time with the person we believe ourselves
Demands have stretched our capabilities. We are being asked/demanded of/ to
do more for others that are in dire straits, due to sickness, old age, fear,
or economics. Every one of us wander aimlessly this new strange land of us.
Thinking one has a choice is a pipe dream that has since faded. Choices
change their address daily without our permission. Life herself is commander
and chief and louder than ever. You are pulled kicking and screaming into
others worlds and melodramas. You shout 'this is not my karma, my drama, my
creation or my responsibility.' The shouts fall upon deaf ears as the black
hole pulls you in to anothers universe.
You look at yourself in this new role and do not recognize who you have
become. You look at your life as time unravels dimensionally showing you all
of its ebb and flow. Your inner beat yearns to be heard but the band plays on
and you are forced to march to the beat of a different drum.
Your light that was once so big has condensed into pinpoint laser precision.
Within that pinpoint precision time does not exist. You are learning how to
exist in several layers of yourself simultaneously. The break between time
experiences in human form has quickened and there is no parking space
The energies have
been vigorous and persistent, wearing away at us, striping us of
our identity, fracturing our perceptions with monumental life pressures. Like
the straw man in the wizard of oz, we are squeeze played to the Nth degree, as
the heat in the cosmic kitchen is turned up and the solar winds whip us into
attention. Parts of us shed like an old dog in the autumn, causing us more undo
irritation as we try to deal with the onslaught of external dramas, ours and
We have lost a part of our self
like a virtual door that closes, leaving one face-book free or twitter-less, all
alone in the cyper-sea.. Are we still who we were if we lose a part of our
essence? Every aspect of us undergoes shift, leaving us singular and very
vulnerable. The scrubbing bubbles of ascension leave their red marks, as
all control seems to fly the coop.
Like a weather weary
homing pigeon, we have lost direction, and seek a time out, to pick up all the
fractured feathers of self. Do we hold on to who we once were or release it
entirely? Either way we need to pick up the lost pieces and make our own
decision. These very powerful stones come to show us just how to do that.
You are being asked to let go and allow this energy to unfold into its own
potential. You are wearing many hats and many labels and each describes you
differently. That is the first step in understanding the universe. All is
happening at once and their is no longer a dividing line.
Thanks to: http://www.thequantumawakening.com/