When psychics tune into something broader than what's presented to them, usually a masthead of energy is rearing a head. When the latter reaches from beyond, there’s usually a reason!
Whether we can see it or not, change is a constant. Even in the tiniest of elements there is change. There are driving forces and complacency, still, the pulse of the universe is change.
Of all the things I could pick from, a root canal, enema, political, religious, or racial argument, I’d opt for the first two in a heart-beat. Each of us is a little bit right but we’re also plenty wrong, especially when we operate out of any type of defense.
Every morning, I can attest to something happening within the first 20 minutes that, quite frankly, makes me want to go back to bed. By night-fall, I can also attest to trying to find serenity, beauty and graciousness as the trials of the day melt into distant memories, all the while planting milestones as groundwork for tomorrow’s slumber.
This small but vivid accounting is something I remind myself, even under the direst of circumstances. Sometimes more than others it works. It brings acknowledgement to the surface of the measures of heaviness outside of my control, without succumbing to the same. In a broader sense I feel the changes to come and my ex-husband strong at work.
Yes, you read correctly. What do my ex-husband, the election and change have in common?
In short, this outspoken gentleman, was a victim of circumstance. No matter his accomplishments he could never be happy in the moment. Even in silence his soul was restless and from rooftops, even when he was in the wrong, it was always, upon always, someone else’s fault; what they did to him, how they looked at him, what he didn’t get, what he thought he was entitled to, etc. This is how he lived each day. Never was it something of his own accord or could he see how his appearance marketed to the outside world.
I’ve never been one to notice race, injustice yes, but the color of someone’s skin, their accent, their eyes, gay or straight, not really but for the beauty they hold. Sadly, now I notice race and not in terms of something I want or would be happy to admit.
Change by itself is not inherently good. When opportunity knocks, what we chose to do with it, good or bad, defines the consistency. Along with change comes the need for balance and the realization that nothing ever stays the same, not ever. Regardless of change, even if we think we’re operating in stride, if really we’re operating out of negativity or vengeance, rest assured it will be the same that will be the end of us.
Is it enough we think we know best and how everything will turn out? What of the unexpected? Might the same hand we hold in resentment be the helping one we reach for at some point in time or need?
How do your milestones of happiness, lay in slumber? If it’s the fall of something or someone else, think twice before claims of peace fall at your feet. A walk in defense, by character defined, is what you will dooly be noted for.