Got the sweetest e-mail from a reader this morning in my inbox. Started the day good! It involved numbers. Next I had breakfast with three different kinds of veggies. Half an avocado, tomatoe and celery mixed with some seasoning. I have written 307 posts so far. Today is the day of the new moon in Pisces. It feels like the definite end of a cycle. The new moon is exact at 2:01 pm in this town. Two and one add up to three. The holy Trinity.
Three. It started with a painting. Then I made a mis-take. But mis-takes are just that. Mis, takes. Then you get a chance to do it all over. I did but I screwed up. I had a major hangover from that. It lasted for a while. Took me a while too, to see it all clearly. Once I did; I freaked out. Same thing what happens when a baby comes out and you can’t seem to connect to it. They call it post-partum depression? I never had it, but I thought I did. All part of the game. Now, we’re in a new play.
Seven. That’s me. I was born on a seven day. That’s the day I was sent from heaven. Since the day I came into my earth-suit I wanted to go back to heaven. Home. (word count: 222) Like ET go home. I’ve always felt alone. Not understood. Not even misunderstood as that you can explain. This game? You can’t. It can only be felt. I’ve dealt with it. It was shit. It was funny. It was sad it is Divine. Now, it’s time for that new cycle to begin. Heaven. Heaven on earth. Energetically it has already started. Now; it’s time for its physical birth. (time: 11:44)
Numbers. Lately more and more I seem to write around noon. That’s when my words want to be born. It’s never up to me. I can’t force anything. Not until I surrrender and let things happen, naturally unfold; that’s when the words expose themself to me. A miracle if you ask me! So, lately we’ve been dancing this writing dance around noon. Many a time a post was published and done at exactly 12:12 or 12:21. I feel that’s where we’re heading again. I’m always surprised to see the time when I’m done writing. I hear that I’m very in tune. It’s exactly the message that was sent to me yesterday while trying to get to sleep.
Doubt. I doubt myself all the time. I do. But I never re-act to it. In fact; this doubt is keeping me sharp. On my toes. Always inquiring for more. More info from inside. And ALWAYS at the right time and the right place its given to me. Like yesterday eve. The guy who I stayed with initially here in this town offered me a ride as it was raining outside and he happened to drive by me. Then it happened again. A few hours later we ran into each other the second time that eve; at the coffeeshop we first met a year ago. Around the time I started to write, february ’09. Last night he offered me a ride back home. The second ride I got from him that day. His i-pod started to play in his Jeep. I ask Y.:”Who is this singing?” Y. replies: “Seal; a change is coming.”
I’ve sealed the deal. What do they call it: Phase-locked? (published at 12:21 pm)
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