When the ‘other side’ makes contact
As I brushed my teeth earlier this morning, these three or four words appeared, floated, at the forefront of all other thoughts.
They have since gone.
I’m writing about them sometime later because the ‘feeling’ of them was poignant.
They came as a ‘perfect’ outfit; as a title or the beginning of a ‘thing’, like a story or a poem.
Like they’d crossed a timeline or a veil, they popped up, and I saw them, as I stared back at myself in the mirror brushing away. I repeated them to myself, knowing it was one of those “write them down” moments, but I was keen to leave the house early and so… they left.
And I feel a little sad about that, because I know how playful it felt to receive them – just like those other times when FLOW takes over and I open the gates with a childlike curiousity – which words will follow? I breathe and sit and wait for the transmission; yet today, I let these go.
I think about where they came from and I wonder, should this be represented in film, whether you would have some Interstellar type situation or Patrick Swayze-Ghost finger pushing into another world (you know what I mean?) – and I wonder about THAT, the frequency we must be subconsciously tuning into at THAT specific time, for it to be an exact match for the curtain to fall, there and then, in order to RECEIVE from OUT THERE.
How much concentration, how much focus, how long has this language been in the process of arriving?
I also feel glad about it, I love these times, the connection, direct line to play, infinite, divine conversation, wisdom’s face revealed. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.
I’m always so… relieved…pleased? (shit words, I know) when I feel it back in my sphere.
These three or four words may have floated on to form elsewhere, or perhaps dissipated in the ether. Nevertheless, here in these words and attention is my gracious bow to them and their memory.
Somewhere down the line, there is an even deeper, universal wisdom here around the creations which don’t materialise or have the chance to breathe a first few gulps of air Earthside but I will leave it here, right now.
Thank you, words.
PS: ‘Phoenix…’ something, maybe? Who knows. I know I will surely smile at myself when I open social media and see a soul altering ‘Phoenix’ inference by some other ‘channel’.
Fly free angel. Fly free.