Friday, August 18, 2006
I’ve entered another world. A world where the divine takes care of you if you just put yourself in her hands.
I walked off the cliff. I expected something to catch me. As if by force of will I could manifest angels to watch me on my way. Or perhaps out of an inner understanding that they’ve been there all along and I’ve forgotten to ask them for help.
Free falling takes some getting used to. Some days, I pause and question what the hell I’m doing—I wake briefly and realize I’m thousands of feet up and floating. I wonder, “why am I writing this check?” I have no guarantee there will be money in the bank when it cashes! But the money comes. I think, “I really need someone to just sit with that makes me feel good for awhile”…and they come.
I hear two conversations at all times. I hear what others say, what I say, I see what they do, how they sit, the set of their mouth, the slouch of their shoulders. High and tight, loose and relaxed. I see their hands flash to their pain, or reach for understanding. And I hear our spirits chit-chatting, the dance of auras moving between us. Sometimes, I see a puzzled glance flash from the person and know they have felt the dance too, if only briefly.
It is easy to tell when I’m understanding the truth of a spirit conversation—spirits attract, repel, they dance in one another’s energy, they nuzzle and cuddle, play tug of war. The heart leaps in joy at connection, or is sluggishly sad that the other heart can’t love yet. Only the ego speaks worlds of resentment, of comments on looks, of comments on the appropriateness of dress or vocation. Only the ego ignores the divine in the other person—the spirits always sniff one another, like reunited wolves, nodding and bowing and sniffing, circling in perfect dance.
I feel people’s bodies, their energy moving through me. It is strange, to feel someone’s nervousness, excitement, or pain as if it were your own. My spirit leaps at times, wanting to sooth and heal them, but my ego doesn’t yet know how. I smile and listen to them. Perhaps that is enough.
I realized the other day that it is impossible to lose anyone. Once we have connected, our spirits know one another forever. Perhaps we already knew one another and just appreciated the reminder of home. ¶ 7:35 PM
I walked off the cliff. I expected something to catch me. As if by force of will I could manifest angels to watch me on my way. Or perhaps out of an inner understanding that they’ve been there all along and I’ve forgotten to ask them for help.
Free falling takes some getting used to. Some days, I pause and question what the hell I’m doing—I wake briefly and realize I’m thousands of feet up and floating. I wonder, “why am I writing this check?” I have no guarantee there will be money in the bank when it cashes! But the money comes. I think, “I really need someone to just sit with that makes me feel good for awhile”…and they come.
I hear two conversations at all times. I hear what others say, what I say, I see what they do, how they sit, the set of their mouth, the slouch of their shoulders. High and tight, loose and relaxed. I see their hands flash to their pain, or reach for understanding. And I hear our spirits chit-chatting, the dance of auras moving between us. Sometimes, I see a puzzled glance flash from the person and know they have felt the dance too, if only briefly.
It is easy to tell when I’m understanding the truth of a spirit conversation—spirits attract, repel, they dance in one another’s energy, they nuzzle and cuddle, play tug of war. The heart leaps in joy at connection, or is sluggishly sad that the other heart can’t love yet. Only the ego speaks worlds of resentment, of comments on looks, of comments on the appropriateness of dress or vocation. Only the ego ignores the divine in the other person—the spirits always sniff one another, like reunited wolves, nodding and bowing and sniffing, circling in perfect dance.
I feel people’s bodies, their energy moving through me. It is strange, to feel someone’s nervousness, excitement, or pain as if it were your own. My spirit leaps at times, wanting to sooth and heal them, but my ego doesn’t yet know how. I smile and listen to them. Perhaps that is enough.
I realized the other day that it is impossible to lose anyone. Once we have connected, our spirits know one another forever. Perhaps we already knew one another and just appreciated the reminder of home. ¶ 7:35 PM
