Whatever I write about seems to come back to bite me on the bum

I attended a Child Protection course very early this morning…very depressing the amount of abuse out there…not only with children but vulnerable adults and animals…those that cannot protect themselves.

Anyways…the lecturer was talking about all the services being part of the puzzle and interconnecting to form an umbrella of protection for children.

It made me sit up…once again I’m being shown the puzzles and how they fit.

Determined to be right

I watch and read with concern those who constantly bash each other about their beliefs. At times it is merely semantics…one will experience a series of words in one way, which will mean something different to another.

Chapter 5 - What happens during integration

As I integrate the darker aspect of myself I asked Athena what is happening.

Athena: I have given you a brief image, but this time I shall give more detail. Imagine if you will, yourself as a perfect whole and complete entity, every faculty and ability at its peak. Much of what I am about to tell you is very abstract and there might be a little difficulty understanding…but as you grow, you will find that it makes more sense. And many of you will have experiences that will help you to understand.

Through an impulse to know itself the Divine Source split into two and these two came together in love to create more entities. Imagine that it is a form of ‘cloning’ as each entity created was a perfect replication of its Source.

Feeling rough

Erk…I’m feeling rather rough today.

Headache and sore throat…who said integration was fun? With everything that has happened this week, I’m surprised I’m not bedridden – years ago I would have been – which shows me how far I’ve come. What a rollercoaster of emotions!

A long walk in nature is on the cards…see you later.

A while later…

Chapter 4 - integration

I woke last night. 

As I was lying waiting for some kind of indication as to why I was awake, I realised that something was connected to my solar plexus…a very thick cord running from me to something. I was about to cut the cord when I fell asleep.

This morning I woke feeling a bit out of sorts. It doesn’t matter what I’ve done, nothing has made a difference, so here I am sitting and waiting for an answer.

I see the strong cord running from me to another and all around is wild winds and crackling electricity as though we are in the middle of an electric storm.

A beautiful gift of love

A collage! A beautiful collage of my life from the day I was born until today. That’s what hubby has been so secretive about for my birthday.

Together with my mom, brother, nephew and his fiancé, they put together a massive unframed beautifully printed collage made up of pictures shaped like puzzle pieces of me at various ages. Included in this were the badges from the schools and colleges I’ve attended, birth and marriage certificate.

All quiet in the garden?

Take another look because it seems there might be an awful lot of chatter going on in the flower beds.

In news to gladden the heart of Prince Charles, who was once much mocked for having conversations with cabbages and the like, it appears science has caught up with what many gardeners have long held true – plants can communicate.

Disconnecting and reconnecting

Hehe…the electrician had a look around to find out what the problem with the light and heating is. It turns out that there is a wire that keeps losing its connection. It made me laugh…yeah…I’d say I’ve lost it and am not connecting with normal life.

Thanks of appreciation and gratitude

Thank you all so very much for your concern and offers of healing for my sister.
 I am very moved and deeply appreciative.
 Blessings and love to all
xxx

And now for something lighter - Eddie Izzard - Stoned Olympics

Oh...and another thing...

I woke this morning with an iffy throat…it’s not sore merely uncomfortable. 

I suppose it might have something to do with these so-called ‘disclosures’. My throat chakra is taking a bit of a bashing. It sorta reminds me of a stuck door that is being pushed open and in the pushing something breaks.

Chapter 3 - You are your own sunrise

It seems I am to spend the day with Azra. As soon as I started writing this Wuthering Heights started playing. Kinda made me think that this relationship with this aspect of myself will be a bit like this.

When I woke this morning I asked my usual question – what’s happening today? Before I realised I have Athena and Azra inside and outside of me – a very strange sensation. I should be getting used to these strange occurrences but I still get surprised…but…I’m going with it.

I will be receiving information from both of them.

Last night as I was walking to work for a short twilight shift, I felt Azra connect with me.

Azra: You are the sunrise and the sunset as well as the setting and rising of the moon in your own life.

As I heard these words I could feel them resonate deep within my body. It started to heat up and I was boiling, despite the snowy conditions outside. It seems that at the same time the same electrical problem surfaced in the house again...it is still off…so I gather that Azra has been with me all this time.

Expect the unexpected

Expect the unexpected has been a motto of mine for years.

Simply because I could never in any of my wildest dreams come up with anything that tends to sideswipe me from time to time.

I will be skipping along gaily (or not) when all of a sudden a huge hammer will come from the side and knock me into another reality. I figure it’s because I’m such a stubborn so and so and when I’m happy and all my defences are down...that’s the easiest time to hit me.

Chapter 2 - The Sacred 13

13 has become a constant in my head today.

I feel like I’ve opened the door and am being flooded with information so fast that I am unable to keep up and process it.

Forgive me if much of this is not thought through but I feel like I need to get it down on ‘paper’ before it disappears in the deluge of information I am receiving.

The flower of life and 13 appeared in my mind and I was dragged back to a blog by Azaela on LW about the number 13 occurring in her life recently. It also reminded me of the night that I saw 13:13 and couldn’t figure out why I’d see it at night on the 24 hour clock.

A video on the blog by Azaela caught my eye. I’d watched it when I’d first read the blog but it did not mean anything to me…until now.

Chapter 1 - The complexity and simplicity of who we are

The ‘doppelganger’ thing has been running around in my mind for days…since Monday last week when Athena channelled the Preface.

I’ve been like a bulldog with a bone…constantly chewing at it and wondering how the hell it fit in with all the current knowledge on the planet. It seemed to be a red-herring and here I am going off at a tangent in the wrong direction.

Athena kept on gently letting me know that whatever she has channelled has come to fruition and each time I was doubtful of the reality of what she spoke of.

Hmm…old habits die hard…but mainly it is the idea that I might not have the ability to translate whatever she in her 9D version gives me. My consciousness in this body is never anywhere near as high in frequency as she is.

The hatcha patcha dance ;-)

Pic taken by hubby today on his walkabout

I have come to the conclusion that in my relationship with hubby…he’s the DO-er and I’m the BE-er. I’ve noticed this before but somehow this morning the observation seemed to be so much more than an observation.

Maybe it has something to do with the relationships I have with most people. I get on well with BE-ers but DO-ers I enjoy the most. Probably because they are the opposite of me.

I am the thinker…I think things through and sometimes get myself tied up in knots about it. Whereas hubby is what I’d call a knee-jerker…he reacts and then regrets it…well sometimes he does...mostly he thinks he is justified...and then creates some scenario which backs up his justification :-)

I figure that we need to find the balance between us as a couple. Isn’t this what our current lifetime is all about…creating balance in our lives…whether it is relationship or work (which again is a relationship, isn’t it?)

Love is like oxygen

‘Love is like oxygen’. Each breath you take is an intake of love. 

Love is the chi of life. Without it your body will start to break down. Flowing in with the love is wisdom. How many of you find that working physically helps to take you out of your mind and into your body.

Catalysts

Hubby and son are moving between making up and then busting up…I’ve been working or sleeping, so I’ve not been involved too much. 

The two of them have got really bad colds...our son in bed groaning and hubby…well, hubby soldiers on…never one to give in to any illness.

I heard them both vomiting this morning. This energy is certainly making them clear out that which no longer serves.

Our son has been feeling the effects of working at the hospital too. All the negative energy there has impacted on him and being a silent sentinel he has swallowed huge amounts of it. He needs to experience this downer to find his way of dealing with it. I can only give him so much help, but it is really up to him. I cannot live it for him…and besides I am his mom…what do I know ;-)

An automatic download

My word…this white light is something else.

It is digging deep within people…nudging those well hidden patterns to the surface. But you know…the flip side is that it is clearing stuff far quicker than before.

I dunno about you…but I am seeing it as an answer to an unconscious request by those who are wishing to find something ‘different’, even though they may not know what that ‘different’ is. I know many are not aware of this desire, and if they are, they’ve not expected any results. Hmm…again I repeat…this white light is something else.

It seems to be a time for the soul to take the driving seat and the energy is far greater in strength than I’ve previously noted in years gone by.

Extremely ruffled feathers

Do you know the familiar eye rolling that goes with the patronising statement that women are very emotional creatures…’she’s got PMS again’, etc.

Hmm…I think that this is a slightly skewed perspective. If I have a look at the two men in my life…I think they are more emotional than I am.

Hubby and our son have kicked off again, it ended this morning with both of them storming out of the house as I arrived home from a night shift. Oookay.

It’s been brewing for a few days and came to a head this morning when I wasn’t around to calm them down. Suppose it had to happen without me…they’ve got to own up to their actions.