Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to wake up in the morning and find this wonderful feeling gone. If I had a man in my house, I’d probably keep him up all night!
I’m not sure how long it will last but for 2 whole days and nights, I’ve been euphoric, with a few tinges of impatience or disgust, depending on the situation, but even then, none of it lasts. It goes back to…sigh…an in- tense inner tranquility. Even talking to my parents about the drama of the week didn’t faze me.
I’m not sure what it is. It’s not drugs or drink or sex or even good rock-n-roll. It’s not getting taxes all finished except for proofreading and knowing I’ve got a refund coming, thanks to hurricane losses. It’s not getting the deck finished or chores caught up. It’s not anything I can explain via the language of astrology or numerology or time shifts or Ascended Masters descending all around me.
Whatever shifted, this is great. I’m not sure I can describe the sudden sense of contentment and excitement. I’m busy as I can be trying to get obligations finished up and projects finished around the house. Not just finished, but decorating, preparing, enjoying. The girls feel it, too. Something’s happened…I just don’t know what yet.
But even though the knowledge isn’t available to me yet, I’m okay with it. Hear that, folks? I don’t know what’s going to happen and I’m totally okay with it. I am so connected at the moment. There’s a deep sense of faith right now and I’m okay with being flexible and just going with what my instincts tell me to concentrate on right now.
I’m still cleaning out and clearing out junk in the house, fixing it up, creating sacred space—and the energy in the house has been amazing for several days now. It hasn’t felt like this in an while, even when it was calm and Shannon’s Brian called it “grounding.” To me, the energy was still limbo energy.
Then last week contention, then by Tuesday or Wednesday came disconnection as well, then the fullest of the Moon and calm, then the shift was complete by Saturday morning.
Odd things are happening, too. Little things, amusing things. A warning dream about wasps—and finding them in time to drench them in hornet spray before they drenched me in stingers. The old computer I’d planned to give to charity, the one I’d just backed up, died on me immediately after I had everything off it that I needed—and I didn’t even realize it had been making funny noises. The CD Shannon made as the soundtrack for my life was on yesterday and it started playing faster and faster in the last 3 songs about a new world and the circle of life and going where soul meets body, as if to say things can finally move forward faster now. The wonderful dreams all night, and what wasn’t wonderful was there to warn me of specific things. Finding the credit card I thought I’d lost…in the spot I’d looked in 500 times and the girls had looked in for me another 100. My finding Shannon’s notebook she’d lost and had looked 500 times in the same spot for. Aislinn cheerfully agreeing to wear a sweater over a particular dress. The nice discount on the car tune-up. A potential business deal that could be really good. Getting the last of my advance money for “Dark Revelations”, about 4 weeks or less before it hits the shelves, but ooh, I needed that! All the little things that turned up yesterday and today at just the right moment.
Did someone unlock a door? Tear down a veil? Karate-chop through a cement wall? Things are moving again. I mean, this is great. And I’m feeling peaceful and happy and willing to admit I am happy without fear of the Gods yanking it back from me (sorry, Southern Baptist-isms die hard).
Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention. I’ve been working with the Archangels again. Sometimes I can almost feel the Archangel Michael raising his sword to cut through all the blocks and threads that hinder. I haven’t felt anything this strong in several years. I don’t want to stop feeling it, even when the old blocks have been leveled.
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