It's All A Gift
Today was the same and I woke up much later than my usual time. What I saw when I opened my eyes was nothing short of spectacular. My room faces East, so I get a good view of the morning sky first thing upon waking. The sunrises lately have been stunning, but today was over the top. The whole span of the open space I saw through my window was a wash of intense magenta, orange, and violet. I jumped out of bed and threw on my slippers so I could go outside to witness it. The colors in the sky are fleeting and ephemeral. In a blink a kaleidoscope of color can fade to dull gray-blue. This morning I made it outside in plenty of time to see the breathtaking beauty.
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Chaos and Creation
Everything is changing rapidly. This is an acceleration and a lifting. The energies are intensifying and the higher reality is rising. Many at this time are going to be experiencing a version of reality that is very otherworldly and magical. From here on out the shifts are going to be more and more physical.
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The Hardest Thing
There are a lot of difficult things about a spiritual awakening. I used to say that “awakening is not for the faint of heart or weak in spirit.” A spiritual journey has moments of breathtaking beauty and indescribable joy, but it’s also intense, overwhelming, bewildering, terrifying, and brutal. It’s more “both and” than “this or that.” I’ve been reflecting on my awakening journey lately. It began around 1995 but accelerated in 2012. During those years, Spirit repeatedly tried to reach me, but I was either distracted or too deeply in denial to answer. **There’s a bible verse that says “Many are called but few are chosen.” There’s some contention around the translation. Many scholars believe that the true translation of that verse to be “Many are called but few CHOOSE.” Because we are afforded the experience of free will in this reality, as always, it is up to us to choose.
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The Bravery of Coming Home
It takes a lot of bravery to come home. When I speak about coming home, I mean it in a couple of ways. There’s the literal sense of me returning to the town I grew up in. A town that I left almost 35 years ago and [with the exception of a few holiday visits] haven’t ever really come back to. The experience of returning to Cody has rocked the foundation of my life. Not only through the process of caring for my father, which certainly can’t be underestimated. It’s a daily journey that breaks me open to deeper and deeper levels of trust, insight, and compassion in almost every moment
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