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Musings On The Finite Statist Machine
God – Self – Gaia – The Three Become One Thru YOU!
by Lisa Gawlas
I have decided that spirit uses my voice as a shut off valve. And I am talking both my voice that comes thru my fingers as well as the one that comes out of my mouth. I woke up after 7am yesterday, incredibly late for me, hence no blog, it sometimes takes me a good half hour to form the first sentence, then the rest just rolls out, that first sentence is pesky tho. Maybe it's really the caffeine and nicotine hadn't fully distributed yet (big smile.)
When my first appointment at 8am rolled around, I was shocked when I attempted to say hello and I felt like my throat grew a hymen. There was something (not literally) covering my voice. I am a determined little shit, and I coughed and sputtered and I could feel whatever that seal was, kinda released, but the voice was just not happening. I asked my lady to call back in 5 minutes, I was going to make some of the that magic tea, that I am fully realizing, has completely lost its magic. When she called back, I had no choice to reschedule. I couldn't talk. Dammit. Same happened with my 2nd appointment. The attempt at trying to talk was like a storm taking place from the lungs thru the throat, if I didn't talk, I was perfectly fine. I forewarned my 3rd lady and we rescheduled thru email.
Outside in the world, the clouds were hanging low, so low it felt like they entered my brain space. My head was foggy, I had no voice, since I had some time I decided to see if getting into a bath meditation would clear it all up or at least, let me know what the hell is going on. I laid down, closed my eyes and all I could see floating in front of me, back and forth was something like a digital clock read out, colored in earth brown LED lights was a large 2:22. What the hell?? Why are you showing me a clock?? lol Then I remembered I got up sometime after 2 to pee. I usually check my phone to see if its time to wake up as well, but this night, I didn't. I didn't care, sleep was still a part of my agenda. It was only the bathroom clock (not digital) that told me it was close to 2:30am. Back to sleep I went.
Why would this particular time matter so much that is was rotating from left to right in front of my meditating face??? Let's just say the purpose of the clock readout was to say “the time is now.” The energy of the clock readout was 2 – duality. 22 – master builder. The time is now to be the very master builders in duality that we have worked so hard to Be. (This understanding came later, if not just now this morning, at least fully understanding it.)