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The Liteness of Being

A while ago I hinted at a new post where I would describe my emerging intuitive process. I am ready to do so now, with the awareness that this may have to be re-imagined at a later date. Somehow I know it is important for me to put my thoughts down and share them with you, before I forget… Do you know what I mean? Have you ever felt that way yourself?

Here is a soundtrack to accompany my musings:

It is the truly interesting how subtle my guidance is most of the time. Since my goal is to expand my awareness and notice as many signs as possible, “capturing” each experience seems like a good idea. What I have recently pondered is that these instants are more real then “ordinary” routine living.

Here’s an example: For me, meeting people in odd places and hearing songs that are connected to my thoughts have now become ordinary. This doesn’t mean that they are irrelevant, just that they don’t strike me as novel anymore. It is also getting to be the same with spotting 111 and 1111. So when  I observe an event that is both subtle and novel, it makes a stronger impression.

So if I am looking at the red chicken curry in my freezer while a tv commercial broadcasts “red chicken curry” simultaneously, I take pause. Or when I am uploading a Poplar painting by Monet to the blog, then switch to Facebook and see the exact same painting on my news feed, I may get goosebumps. Or when a day or so after a psychic designates caterpillar as giving me a significant message and about 30 caterpillars fall from a tree above me and bounce on my head and my car as I prepare to drive to  last week’s  job interview, my heart beats faster. All these events did happen to me exactly as described. When I saw all these caterpillars rain on me, I was in such awe. It felt similar to when I am in a dream and get that knowingness that I am indeed dreaming.  Space and time were frozen and all is as it is, and it is simply divine.  Caterpillars are harbingers of transformation and I clearly am in the midst of a major one.

So what do I mean by “real ” ?  This is where it gets a bit challenging. When I discard the constant chatter and analysis in my brain, I am left with a feeling of completion. It is a sense of resignation, of inevitability. I do not have the why figured out, it is a feeling of being temporarily taken out of one’s “story” and placed in a dimension where circumstances are natural and in the flow. Am I describing the 5th dimension ( my analytical mind wants to know) ? Maybe.

I do wish I had pictures of the caterpillars, but I did document the traveling grasshopper last year, so that’s something! I realize this proof is unnecessary, just a crutch until I learn to accept the unusual to be the new normal.

Tell me what you think. I would love to hear about similar experiences or your take on how one recognizes “reality.”

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