Jan 17, 2023
His father is on the railing. He’s perched there, just about to jump. A craft approaches through the clouds. It opens up a great cyclone of energy. All the colours of the ocean are sucked up into a vortex. The man watches from the ship, his mouth wide open. Then the sun breaks through the clouds and all is very clearly a play. Everything is like toys on a child’s floor. It was always just like a rehearsal. The man can see this so clearly. He laughs but is so startled at the same time. It takes a moment to absorb what he’s seeing.
In me is energy. I can feel it moving upwards. It is quite strong and quite familiar. It is very exiting. I feel so grateful and excited. I’m very optimistic. I’m learning how to remove my mind and just observe. The mind collapses everything down into a fixed place. When I get into the same state as automatic writing, I can be present and aware but completely out of the way. I’m still there but I’m not controlling or interpreting anymore. I’m just observing and moving with the current.