Some of my favorite obstacles in this course require my climbing or jumping over. Keeps the process quieter when you leap instead of demolishing a fence meant to mark an exit or entrance 🥂😁🌈
Leave it in peace instead of pieces if I can help it, but either way, I’m due for the breakthrough at the other side of the port of entry, once I find it. I’ve been roaming crop circles in this mindfield. It will be what it is, with or without me, there for a reason.
My duty to observe and report the transitions with clarity as I move from chaos into peace and sound reasoning with instantaneous cause and effect so I know where I am standing in the universe. Consider this a Ping. Now I sit, and wait for existence to acknowledge the line, and speak new life into me. I love these little bytes I find while writing… precious moments and revelations intimately mine, shared between me and this lifeline.
Knowing each has its own Main Lead is magical to me. Makes me never want to smash a damned thing living, keeps me from getting angry, when at first I might be boiling and impatient in my own way, only to realize, what I’m seeing is different from me, in experience only. The storyteller in me takes an active seat and pulls up a mirror and a chair for the other self opposite me. Not there for my breaking or smashing or stinging abilities, but to see. It’s my pleasure to polish it clean as I clean my own reflection through the information shared on every level. So it can see its own beauty through the beauty exuded between. Set free, never to feel as it did again. But all is within our own choosing only per the tune we pipe to.