Paris, C'est la Vie!

On very intense energy days I feel like Robert Langdon. You know, the main character in the Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons. He’s capable of deciphering codes out of ordinary documents. Codes that can’t been seen unless you can read between the lines and let yourself be guided by intuition, knowlegde and magic. I’m in a heightened state of awareness today. It led me to Artista. Coffeeshop Artista here in this town. It’s where I initially started hanging out to write upon arrival in this town.

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I sat beside a large framed black and white picture of La Ville-Lumiere. Paris. The city of Lights. The city of Love. The city of Art. And it re-minded me of? Yeppers; the movie Amelie. O Amelie. I can’t tell you how many times the word Amelie has popped into my mind over the last couple of days. Finally, I had to dive into it when I sat myself next to this enormous framed picture of Paris. Synchronistically enough; I named the piece that popped up in my wordpress admin ‘Amelie-piece’ search: The book of Acts. I wasn’t raised adhering to any religion, yet I did go to a Catholic School, but I do not remember anything at all that went on there in regards to the bible. Yet, intuitively; I named that piece: The book of Acts. 

The book of Acts. This is what comes up and resonates with me after a google: Luke tells us that his first book (the Gospel of Luke) was “about all that Jesus began to do and to teach until the day he was taken up to heaven” (Acts 1:1-2). Acts, the second volume of Luke’s history-writing project, is about what Jesus did after his ascension into heaven — he directed and taught the apostles through the Holy Spirit. 

Well, I can’t help but see an immediate parallel to those two books and the books I have written so far. The first book of Acts relates to my blog’s categories: the cocoon, the butterfly and twin-butterflies. That was book One. Book two, Act two, consists of The Great Adventure. Now; I’m in book three: The Golden Age. Also known as Heaven. Now. Since there is still a slight slight gap between time and manifestation; Logically there is still a very very slight gap between me writing my story and all of it turning into matter. That’s what happens in Heaven; there is no time nor space and we instantly and magnetically create. We create according to our heart. Think ‘what dreams may come…”

Ascending is about clearing all the obstacles we have created in time. From birth to Now. Once you’ve cleared the area which blocks your heart from working at max. magnetic speed and power; there is no more gap between time and your heart’s desires turning into matter. I’m a millionth of an inch away from that. So close, so close.

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I couldn’t stop staring (time: 7:30 pm) at that picture of Paris. I was looking at the bridges over the river Seine. And suddenly I remember: the word river has been haunting me all day too! I don’t know in regards to what. All I know is its spiritual meaning. It represents the flow of our life-force. It symbolizes the acceptance of Divine will and destiny. Also known as ‘going with the flow’. Like a river. Yet, I can’t help but wonder;”Is this all that is to this, or is there more meaning to the word River?”

What pops up next in my mind is the dream I had this morning to which I awoke at 11:11 am. In the dream a date was shown. March 7th. I could not figure out what it meant. Until I started using my pen! Remember my piece Flight 307? Well, March is month number three. Seven is me. It’s my lucky number and I was born on December 7 ’77. March 7th is 3/7. Sacred Geometry. (time: 7:37). But how do the words river, flight 307 and Paris correlate? You tell me!

I mean, yes, I feel like I’m Robert Langdon at times; things that need to be noticed are lit up for me. Paris is also the city of the Da Vinci Code. There is this piece I wrote: the Appleinda Code. “Apple is the key to unlock this story“, is what I was told. But a key needs a lock. The billion dollar question is: who is my lock?! It’s not me; I’m free. Who needs an Apple-key? Or maybe you won’t know until you try an Apple-bite! (word count: 747)

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Maybe this is how river, flight 307 and Paris translate: go with the flow of Love! (Go is the flight, the flow is the river and Paris is Love) Makes me wonder about the following: Why did I flee out of (wordcount: 777)coffeeshop Artista the minute I noticed a guy walking in whom I had been talking to during this evening but totally forgot about until I saw him just a bit ago again?? Was I going with the flow or was I in re-active mode? You tell me! Besides: what’s a good script without another twist? I’m gonna flip cuz I’ve had enough of it.