When Petals Scatter
Do you ever feel like that? Someone or something has blown through your fully seeded and fluffy dandelion head and bits of you are scattered to the winds? Imbolc’s deep well of peace has stirred such a current.
What air-lifted seeds call you? On what currents are you rising? What fills your thoughts and your days? I woke from a dream of snowflakes only to see bright sunshine rising through the Eastern window. Where are your bits landing? Does it matter?
As the Equinox approaches and we embody the window, what matters becomes ever more important. I can tell you what does not matter, and that is what the remnants of our controller programs want. “But it should happen this way!” is built into these patterns. The pattern has been trained to forget that Source is the do-er anyway, and we are not in control. Never have been. We do dream, however.
What do waking and sleeping dreams show us? Do we look beneath the surface? Do we remember that the images are a pointer to something that wants or needs to be seen for what it is? Just an observation. Dreams have been both bright and challenging of late. If we are the dreamer and the dream, is it the job of our minds, our dreaming bodies, to shift things? To let Source shift them in alignment with our pure intent?
I can report that when the mind starts down a “How does it work?” rabbit hole, it is beneficial to pause, breathe, and let go. Fussing does not a resolution make. What we dream is yet another reflection of our inner vibratory state. We often misinterpret what shows up in any dream, waking or sleeping, so why not let go to “Thank you that I am always shown the truth and what is simply purging.”
Science tells us that dreams are the brain’s (or our mind’s, depending on the school of thought) sorting hat. Things need to be sorted into their proper place. Whether that is factual or not, it need not be true. What needs to be aligned in and as truth? My mind tends to answer “I do.” That gives Source wiggle room to take over. This is just my gig and need not be anyone else’s. Fun, when awareness reaches this place, and the ego gives up on control.
When we align with a chosen and determined INTENT, everything else within us responds with “Yes Ma’am! We’re on it!” . We tend not to think so because the mind is programmed to stay in control. It tries to shape, bend, guide, and set up guard rails to determine trajectory.
We can breathe a little wiggle room into that tightly clenched place. Pause. Relax. Breathe. Let our Source Essence take over. We can remember that light is the intelligence quotient of Divine Creative Flow {aka Love} and always knows what to do. Always. Full stop.
Life is a lifetime endeavor. Sounds silly or obvious or frustrating, perhaps. Happens to be true. There is the Heart Gateway or Christ Consciousness Gateway or Enlightenment (all the same) that so many strive to ‘achieve’ and many more will experience going forward, and there is the truth that this is a new beginning only. It forms the foundation of expanding consciousness. And consciousness can expand forever. Step up! Step through! As if there were any directional orientation here. That desire is both a pure love of the light and a subtle and insidious control program. Feel it as such, and the way is clear.
Imbolc has scattered many petals of life. Where will the petals float, fly, soar, and finally, land? Does this process need guidance? Or can it be another emanation of wonder?
I LOVED having no internet for three days! There were inconveniences to be sure. The highest impact was on travel planning and my perusal and enjoyment of Starfleet Academy. The travel, as being posited, could be easily surrendered when a “favorite thing” had been surrendered, and Starfleet Academy will be there when the need presents itself. Compared with the original series and its evolution, this series's entry into mainstream consciousness is mind-boggling in an oh-so-cool way. No endorsements, just fun.
So where will your petals land and rise? Won’t it be fun to find out?
Infinite love ~
