“Good luck” the cashier said as I walked out the market door. What does this mean? … “a warning committee” the words from an outside conversation float in from the living room.
I think about the solstice. I think about the prayers I may or may not be answering, to myself. I think about the portal that is open at this time.
Amend the story. I woke up to a spam text this morning “amend.us” is what it said. Two nights ago after seeing the Tesla coil I was intrigued by a sticker on the fencing that said “amend” … seems to be a theme.
I have been thinking back over the past year, looking over the challenges of quarantine, considering the lessons and the messages given during these times of rest… Feels as though the world has been catering to my fears, providing me a personalized spiritual bootcamp, so that I may move through them, and move forward in my game of consciousness.
I think back to the springtime – 2021, when time began to accelerate once again and the universe jumped into a growth spurt.
It was around the end of April I believe, that I told a roommate of mine about the decision I had made in the desert in the summer of 2016 – the story that I was writing, about my life… how I realized that I had to jump back into the story, travel back in time – write myself back in somehow and amend the wish that I made.
