a message from Gillian MacBeth-Louthan
Tuesday, 19 July, 2011
I shift and change as the winds blow thru me and to me, I shift with every birth. I shift with every death. I change when the Heavens express emotion and anoint themselves. My temperature changes with my emotions, my heartbeat changes with my every thought. I am the seasonal change of God. As the molecules on a quantum level rewrite the rules life sprouts wings where there were none in order to fly to new heights.
Objects appear and disappear from dusk to dawn confusing the layout of the mind. Comfort in what was familiar no longer fits or soothes the soul. Free flowing without form or destination in a wondrous aspect of becoming a God in swaddling clothes. Free falling into any and all possibilities is not for the weak of mind. Possibilities rearrange themselves nanoseconds at a time, switching bases and outcomes simultaneously. What comes through the personal wormhole is yet to be seen but very expected.
Losing the past and disconnecting from the now offers opportunities that need to be embraced. The new age, the old age, all age becomes unnecessary as humanity makes a U-turn into a place of re-connection. The lines between humans feel fragile and strained like an umbilical cord that needs to be cut late in the delivery. Seeing oneself in others has become painful and most now avert their eyes so they do not see. The oneness seems miniscule as humanity huffs and puffs and blows the illusion down.
Time and weather rewrite themselves in accordance with these new laws of creation. Each door takes you down another highway of self. Fractured parts of human evolution now seek to be united with their counterparts. You are so busy scooping up parts of yourself that you don’t see that it is happening to everyone that lives upon your street or planet. Humanity has asked for more on all levels and so it shall be. Each person is escorted into all faces of their eve and their atom. Original blueprint is now laced with pink and possibilities. Who am I is the song of the soul as we all sing a new tune. To become your true presence, free floating off planet is necessary if you still seek to walk in the stars. Realities are challenged doing hand to hand combat in a paper trail and war. Time rushes by without even a wave as options are tailored and shortened.
Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – PO box 217 – Dandridge, Tennessee 37725-0217 – www.thequantumawakening.com email@example.com
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