There is going to be flux. There always has been as long as I can remember. The know more than I understand, the knowledge is all there, running through my metaphysical veins and I just need to learn to stay with it. Yesterday was an interesting day for me. An ombre day starting light and turning dark. I was cognizant of the flow and how it was changing into a more negative reality but I couldn’t quite turn it back. It wasn’t until later in the day, after I returned home that I let myself naturally neutralize and then reflect back on what had happened, how I had been riding the waves and then went under.
It’s a new day with new opportunities for awareness. I am paying close attention, watching my thoughts, the images that come up and where their roots are. The big picture comes into focus as I let my inner eyes move over all the details. There are patterns, like my mandalas, infused with gold, the blood of my spirit and I am seeing how they determine every action. I am asking questions on the internal to dislodge beliefs that I have about myself. To make the ego uncomfortable. Consciousness is a gift, and I have all the tools necessary to thrive in life. There are no boundaries, I flow into myself and into the room around me. Full of my dreams and passions, they are still alive, pulsing purity through my lips and into a smile.