Interesting Times

Times plural. Multiple timelines in multiple dimensions. Yes, in what we call one body.

Are we living out ancestral or bloodline or generational or collective curses? Is that as silly as it sounds? What does your body feel?

What if “yes” is the answer? What if part of the choice to incarnate at this time contained agreements to take on, carry, and transmute blockages? Was that as courageous as it sounded? What had been forgotten as part of the choice? What if one choice countermands worlds of others?

We do have the privilege of choosing here, on this planet. So does every other being. Part of being is living a choice…or many, over and over again…or not.

With the dissolution offered by the recent Equinox, whose portal we have now embodied, comes a fresh palette of choice. There are truly no defaults. Some choices appear to be ‘givens.’ Arms and legs instead of flippers or wings, etc. There is always a choice. Many, in fact, at every conceivable moment.

With what will we continue to weave? Unless we choose to drop the threads entirely, which is a whole other game. When we experience an NDE or other life-consuming event, we are offered this choice. I remember it. How about you?

As the cosmic sieve of the Equinox energies settles and fresh timelines set, what will we choose to weave?

Choice paralysis does not truly exist. Our bodies choose to function, to breathe. Our Source Essence flows on, regardless. Why not let the mind’s rigidity go?

Yesterday, a friend waxed rhapsodic about knowing about how something works…being right…only to recant later on, saying that I was right… though I was merely recounting facts about a world situation without positing the correctness thereof. Hilarious. Are we noticing how fast lessons are completing?

Well, some of were interested in blazing the ‘fast path.’ Does that still interest? Do we need to leave blood on the path, wigs on the green? Was that all part of the fun of a game that no longer functions? Only we can choose.

What shall we play next?

Oh, and by the way, to become a butterfly, one must relinquish every part of the caterpillar. To go ‘phoenix’ the butterfly must give way.

To become wholeness, what must we let go, in our thought, word, and deed?

Tomorrow is a magnificent full moon. Aries out of Libra. Singularity emerging from what has been relational.

Are we ready? Perhaps it matters not.

Infinite love~