“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan Inspiration from Source - This morning I woke and a voice said, today is the day. I couldnt figure out what it meant...until I logged onto Facebook and realized what today was and that it was indeed the day. April 15. So...today it has officially been a year. Today is the reason I write these things - for those who havent heard me talk about it. You will now know why I say Im crazy, and why I also say that Id rather be crazy than sane. Sane is a subscription to the rules - it is an acceptance that what we are told is the truth. Crazy, on the other hand, is accepting that humanity doesnt have a grip on what its all about, that all weve been taught is probably a bunch of carefully crafted crap, that we have no idea what the truth is - accepting that there is more to it that we have not even touched with our minds. Ive tried both, and Ive found that crazy is so much more useful to me and to our world. Here is why I feel that way. My friends know that I have been overwhelmed with prophetic dreaming in my life, and even little waking moments of intuitive clarity. Many dont know about where that has led me in the last year, other than the outward example of the change in my physical body. Today, April 15, is the anniversary of the day that I was asked by that which I refer to as the 12, with great urgency, during a particularly deep mediation, to share my energy, my spiritual love, with the injured and dying, with the victims and perpetrators and with the twelve - a voice in my head said, please Help us, we are depleted. I refer to the twelve regularly in my inspiration from source posts. For they are my very loving, very supportive internalized radio network. I call them the twelve. My family calls them mommys angels. I did not realize at that moment when the 12 spoke so clearly that a bomb had gone off in Boston. I merely knew that during this meditation, one voice and then another, was calling to me for assistance, and asking me to send my love northward I did so for over an hour and Im still trying to describe the experience clearly in the book Im writing. But suffice to say, energy ripped through my body, and I was - simply - on fire. I was synaptic electricity. I was plugged into the earth and sending that energy upward through a mental power line - northward. The voice told me what to do and I didnt hesitate - so deeply connected to what I can only refer to as the grid I was - in that moment. It was not until I was done with this amazing, time slipping, experience - that I went into my house and turned on the news to find out what was going on and saw that a bombing had happened in Boston. I was not, as one might think, physically drained from the experience. I was, instead, a walking tingle. In fact, sending love out is more energizing to me than a pot of coffee! Since then my mind and body has been the most amazing place to live. I frequently want to just sit and plug in. Love is indeed the drug for me. April 15 was a defining moment where strange nigglings in my mind, little whispers, prophetic dreaming, and sudden internal emergency warning system alarms that often go off just before a truck hits my house - all coalesced into a realization that it wasnt just a coincidence. I have the natural gift, or the luck of being able to plug into the grid. I refer to it lovingly as the luck of the Irish. But what I mean is...the luck of the Celts - the luck of the druids. I tap into the planet as my Gaelic fore-mothers must have. As I opened more and sent more energy outward, my body began to melt (for seven months charted on the calendar from this day, pound after pound dropped away). I began to give away possessions (the thing ratio in my house has dropped by half!) I became more interested in sitting still and listening, opening myself and sharing my energy outward, rather than doing all the talking. My close relationships have all become so much better - those not so close have begun to fade away. Through the twelve, and more accurately, by sending love outward, I have received so many gifts. So - may I suggest that you send your love into the world rather than your anger, rather than your hatred - and see what it brings back to you. And more importantly, may I suggest that you just sit, and listen. You may be pleasantly surprised. I certainly have been and give thanks to the 12 and to my internal GPS for guiding me to this place. If this is Karma...I keep thinking I must have done something quite amazing to earn it. And if I havent yet, may I please repay it in every possible now. Love out. Beannú na déithes naindhéithe ort.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 13:25:59 +0000
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