…of shared tech issues. Once again BT broadband disconnecting whenever it feels like though only for up to 15 minutes and not hours as before. The Twitter whale kept me company for over two hours and is still being a bit bloated. And the day started with a red warning for me personally from Google that my gmail account had been accessed.
Password changed before breakfast and it has been more or less technically downhill ever since.
The conspiracy theorist cell in me fires up at times like this, wondering if other forces are testing their strength and control over the mob. * I did do some painting - and am still trying to work out whether anything Kandinsky wrote in Concerning the Spiritual in Art has any real relevance to my mystical views. And where I should pitch the planned articles.
On which…(the mystical views) …I mentioned that knowledge takes us down different paths. Some get stuck in the band of materialism, churning out title after title, more or less repeating the same themes as the first bestseller. Others, and I deludedly include me in this category, are meant to question, seek knowledge, and then inform others (hence Wise Elīs Big Thoughts).
But.. and this is a big `butī…this is dangerous territory. Cellular makeup could just as easily wipe out the original `programmeī not helped by the intermittency of divine communion. I know I donīt tune in that often but gurus like Yogananda did, mystics like Julian of Norwich and more - and they all complained how God kept silent.
Back to pondering the cyclic nature in hearing the divine. * Took photos of bathroom now emptied of stuff. Actually, although I have excellent reflexes, and can make spontaneous decisions, I also have a strange habit of preparing weeks in advance for all sorts of events.
.., despite Maīs passing, is never far from my life, it seems. If I distance myself from someone, it is usually as much for their sake as mine, especially if the reason was a misrepresentation of facts. So, when one such friend was sectioned again, I said a prayer and left it at that.
Yesterday, I got a letter, a charming letter, about friends and forgiveness. The latter was in reference to sibling relations though as most people know, I donīt have a problem forgiving all and sundry. However, there are times when just turning the other cheek is not sufficient. Sincere apologies, if they ever come, may not be enough to just forget.
That said, I felt sure the letter was sent in part to find someone who understood extrasensory - even other dimensional - experiences, even if it was not explicitly mentioned.
As chance would have it, there was a programme on BBC4 the same night, about three men who had been sectioned and were struggling with life back in the community. (One young man returned to the hospital.)
The thing that leapt out at me was the general dislike of taking anti-psychosis medicines - as did Ma. The hanging head and shakes, the twitchy hands - like Ma. I do believe their experiences are valid and worth hearing out, though I used to find the looping hard to take. Sadly too, medicine tends to blur both the experience and the ability to articulate. No wonder so many stop taking the pills.
The young man who returned to hospital mentioned fleetingly about someone taking his energy. Yet energetic vamping is quite real. How often do we spend time with people who totally drain us? They bounce off, happy as Larry, while we feel like wet rags. Energy fields around humans are accepted by the scientific community so why not drained circuits? Itīs not that sci-fi.
… yesterday didnīt mean immediate slumber last night. So many things troubling me. On the plus side, despite writing nothing down, within two hours of waking, I had acted on every single one of them, almost without realising it.
One of the actions was to organise a quote for replacing the bathroom in the continuing absence of the expected one. And a one-stop shop too. For the added money, potentially, it would mean avoiding any possibility of one side blaming the other if something goes wrong. Plus, this one-stop shop also does the electrics as well - something not addressed currently. * Iīve never heard any other-worldly beings - ever. I have sensed them - many times. I have sensed answers and even love. Yet, far too often, I go for weeks and months without meditating or really being conscious of my own spiritual self, let alone any angelic or spiritual guides.
Last night, I did try but focused more on affirmation and `transmittingī, rather than tuning in and `allowingī. Too tired for anything else. And then I realised, doing so many things this morning that, in a kind of flowing way, I had been heard.
And it was also a very good prompt (ed: duplication removed. But I did say I was exhausted!) for mentioning a book I was sent a couple of weeks ago!
In My Whispering Angels, Francesca Brown tells how she was healed of her ME by an angel. During her physical downtime (my expression), her extra-sensory perceptions increased, and she was able to see spirits, and was taught healing methods by her angel.
The book, co-written by a journalist and reading better than similar titles in the same genre, recounts her recovery and subsequent career as an angelic intermediary.
Despite Derren Brownīs best efforts, I firmly believe that some people can tune in very precisely to minds and memories. Itīs as if they can read a ticker tape of experiences and thoughts, with varying degrees of clarity. Sometimes they can even communicate with spirits stuck in an ether hinterland - a limbo of either choice or karmic necessity.
Where I disagree is in staying just for choice, as it (in my spiritual view) creates endless parallel universes, making the journey back to wholeness substantially more difficult - for all, not just that one soul.
In addition, I am not that keen on having conversations with sentients that others cannot see or hear.
…of shared tech issues. Once again BT broadband disconnecting whenever it feels like though only for up to 15 minutes and not hours as before. The Twitter whale kept me company for over two hours and is still being a bit bloated. And the day started with a red warning for me personally from Google that my gmail account had been accessed.
.., despite Maīs passing, is never far from my life, it seems. If I distance myself from someone, it is usually as much for their sake as mine, especially if the reason was a misrepresentation of facts. So, when one such friend was sectioned again, I said a prayer and left it at that.
… yesterday didnīt mean immediate slumber last night. So many things troubling me. On the plus side, despite writing nothing down, within two hours of waking, I had acted on every single one of them, almost without realising it.
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