DEEPLY AWAKE – YESTERDAY
I am hoping that the 12-12-12 was everything you wanted it to be.
This is written for those whose 12-12-12 was neither magical nor comfortable. You guys, and I, need some encouragement today.
I was not visited by a space ship. No Ascended Masters came and made me a meal, taught me the mysteries, and left me their number. I did not glow, neither did I hum, shake, or get nauseated. I had a couple of those deep,deep flushes that I thought would turn into something more, another blacking out, but, no, I recovered quite nicely.
I sat in a tight ball of pain yesterday. Not one area of my life, many of which, regardless of my bitching, were going surprisingly well, worked out yesterday.
I sat in my recliner all day. That is all I did. I felt pushed down by a great weight. I kept imagining myself, quite to my dismay, as if I was glowing-on-fire. I felt expectant, detached, completely detached, and yet, highly disturbed. Little flutters of fear, big waves of it, that sharp, tangy fear that rides your body from the deep down stomach, and then shocks its way all the way up you from your core, a knowing of disaster.