Rolling in with the thunder
333, the fool, Uranus. All creating a new journey, excitement, bravery and confidence to see through the fog.
Let’s create a new life.
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I dreamt last night that time was a place, and that a relationship dynamic that I thought was written in the fabric of fate is shifting. As if the energy associated with one being, is switching to another person, according to divine will. I watched it travel across the globe, still in motion as it found its new home. This energy felt benevolent. A perfect mirror and reflection to me, me in my entirety. A bond of the highest light and resonance.
I pray that this brings me a greater sense of home within myself, though I know that is only something I can decide. I feel as though I opened up my sacred space to the wits of another, to the world, and questions of doubt crept their way in. I could be writing directly to you, I am writing directly to you, and what would you like to see about me?
Once a sacred space became the place of nightmares. The bats flew out from behind the shutters. The ‘prison’ doors were merely one wall that I stood behind. Oh, I’m free. Yeah duh. Of course silly. Then why engage? Why bring myself down to the places that feel like I need to prove my worth? What more do I want to see within myself from those interactions, those feeling states? Is it to show myself, who I truly am? Maybe how far I’ve come, how easy it is to choose another path.
I wanna be free, I wanna be free, I am free I am free. There was never any bindings, and I need not hide myself anymore or go into haunted mansions if they make me feel lonely and afraid. It’s like I’m now picking my head up and looking around, how did I get here? The fog brought me in. The moon and the fog, and it’s a beautiful teacher and guide, to live so entirely in the present with it. Now, how do we get out, how do we go out to the bright shining field with the flowers and the prairie? There’s others who have chosen this path too, I know it. You reading this, I know you have, that’s why we’re here together.
The way to the prairie is just down the stairs and through the back door, it’s falling off it’s hinges, this house ain’t fit for living in no more; but look out yonder, there’s the bright big shining sun, it’s beautiful light is where we rediscover our fun. There’s already tents and structures being put in place. New ways of living, for the entire human race, out in this field, where we all dance and sing. It’s a fun little rhyme, it has a nice ring.
I isolated for a long time, to find my inner truth, the house got messy, the cobwebs built up. I allowed in strangers and then I sent them away. Hoping to maybe find a home one day. Now a new door is opening and it comes on the breath, it’s a simple divine pleasure and it opens up rest: the rest of the story, a new novel unfolding. Clean up your surroundings. Tidy up the home, it’s time to celebrate its time to rejuvenate, it’s time to bask in the luminous sunshine of new life.
What has been has all been gifts, and I forever remain grateful. Thank you for sharing, being, believing, and seeing. Thank you for teaching me who I truly am. Thank you for showing me the path forward, thank you for showing me who I am not.
My friends wave from the field, “come on Annika! The joys over here!” I step out of that old house once and for all and say goodbye. It’s been a glorious ride, though it’s time for the decay, it’s time for the old house to fall and for new life to find the light of day.
A life of commitment, contentment, and care. A life of truth, far beyond despair. The sun may surly set, and the stars will come out. The wolves may howl, the birds will sing. We lay on bare chests under the moon, a summer nights dream. The air is clear and bright and we’re safe, home, and alive tonight.
