Silence is golden… so shut up and get rich… are you smiling yet?
Right, remember that I have found the “mysterious” angel card deck in the office, and have removed it so the cats can’t get to it… *snort* guess, what – you got it, two cards on the floor this morning once again, quite close to a litter box I should add… It must be Shivaa* that is looking for a trap door leading through the cupboard. Sitting there wanting to know 😊 so let me share; Sandalphon – Be very gentle with yourself and surround yourself with gentle people. Jeremiel – The worst is now behind you – I know these two have featured before I am sure of it… Ok universe I am listening.
I surround myself with books, allowing them to fall open and give some guidance on a topic. Other days, I wake up with a set desire to speak, only to find myself talking about something completely different. Most days, I stare at the screen… wondering, thinking about the whiff-waff I have typed out – deleting it right after, and allowing the silence of my own higher self to expand. See some days, we hit the nail on the head, and the words flow from us, other days we need the parental hand to hold onto crossing the street.
Off late I have been wondering about change, once again… broken record – the only thing constant is change… and again… the only thing constant is change…
I “hear” the voices, a leopard does not change its spots, a snake will always be a snake, a scorpion will sting, a cat has claws, negative much Shuveny?
I can give birth to barb-wire when people view me as negative, “dark”, blah-blah, whatever else makes you happy… We speak so much about what we see in ourselves, we preach about the fact that if you do not love yourself, you “cannot” love another. We talk about mirrors, sounding boards, “a person”… we reach out to you, forever hopeful that somewhere in cyber someone can benefit from what we share…
And here comes the hammer… “Thor, if you will?”
I look at all the happy, shiny, fluffy out there. And I wonder, if the universe is thus out of balance in not reaching those, so they can feel their own hearts again? I wonder about those people that “preach” constantly about change, and evolution. All about the next step, all about having all the answers, this course, that workshop, all about change – betterment.
How often have you measured yourself against another? Oh, do not tell me that you don’t – that would be a lie, and here, in here – we are honest.
My measuring stick – birthed through a mother that always looked at the negative. You are fat, your hair will never be glossy and beautiful, I don’t know why you even try you will fail, no one will ever love you, you will never amount to anything in life… The best one: “Thank god for your husband as your child would have died from hunger within the first year…” Oh that list is long, and it became my measuring stick. A stick I used to beat myself with for years, and some days I do pick it up, and the words rush through me.
People talk to me about their lives, it is my “business” my “function” my “path”, I sit across from another and wonder if they know how beautiful they are, I wonder where the hurt and the pain started, I wonder if they know that they have a measuring stick? I sit and challenge, I make them think, deeper, going into places they do not want to remember. I seem aggressive in the approach, I make them uncomfortable…
Someone said to me; “I never know what hat you are wearing when I talk to you”, it made me smile – I smiled because I know, their measuring stick almost mirrors mine.
We can never know everything, we may be an expert in a field, but we can never know everything. Daily new information is shared, truth, fact or fiction, it is for you to decide. You choose to listen, acknowledge or use what is given to you and here is the truth – you measure it against the stick you hold over your head to beat yourself with…
I found a good friend, a little older in years than me, and beautiful beyond words, because I see her soul. Pure at heart, and a little broken, just like the rest of us… To you beloved of the Universe; believe in yourself, change is constant, choices are yours to make, evolution is inevitable, touch those broken parts of your soul, love it, forgive yourself, put the stick down…
Do not change who you are at your core, learn and experience life at your pace, LOVE YOUR MISTAKES, from those you have learned. They have shaped you to become smooth like the pebble in the stream. The water flows constantly, knocking you around, but you fit. You belong in a world of beauty, surrounded by all the ugliness you see, feel and have experienced.
And thank you, for reminding me about my stick I hold over my own head <3
