Something has changed, I don't know if its for ever, or just temporary, but it is divine. But it is weird.
Waking this morning, it was like being held in a invisible cocoon of silk bindings. I just couldn't wake up out it and allowed myself to close my eyes again and again, being held and drawn into the feeling.
The binding of the cocoon was so strong and loving, but it was NOT wrapping me tight and squeezing me into a smaller size. It was an expansive experience and I felt large as my energy mingled with it. A few hours later, awake and pondering on how this contrasts with the energy that has dominated my waking hours for the last while, I still feel expanded, and softened, as if the cocoon is part of me.
I literally cannot do much. I woke my son for school hours ago, I could only briefly get to his room, call him to waken, tell him I was going back to sleep, then returned to bed. its like being in a dream state that has rubbed the sharp edges off life. It is still like being cocooned.
I cannot even clearly call to mind, the jarring incidents of only yesterday,
the things that dominated my thoughts and energy,
that confused and discombobulated,
those things,
those worries,
those reasons,
those plans
I cannot reach back to them, are they gone?
or is it just the worry of them?
This feels really strange. The more I try to describe it the more it buffers around me. There are no words for this.
Everything that yesterday, had its place in my to-do lists of physicality, like my 5 day challenge leaning into more shifts and personal changes, and, some really important stuff in 3D terms........
( like docu signing our tenancy renewal for another 12 months, organising with school for my daughter to sit her exams in a quiet room, organising transport to take my mother to her CT scan, trying to get a grip on organising paying bills, and figuring out how best to manage the many other money to-do stuff)......
.......have dropped in position from the top of the list, way down, down, down twisting and turning, and falling like feathers and space dust, back into the space that space dust was born.
Is this what happens when you release yourself from the bindings of being trapped in your own machinations of 3D.
It actually feels wonderful. Very light, and feathery, fluffy surreal.
The part of me that tries to be sensible, and get on with some kind of physical day, keeps being buffered back down. My legs can't move. I feel like a queen, who just 'is'. Sovereign.
Michaela.
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