A recent meeting, of a serendipitous nature, seems to have helped in opening a door that I have been standing in front of. I knew of a door that I needed to open, just didn’t realize it was right in front of me and not requiring any action on my part, other than to perhaps humbly approach it and ask politely, “when I’m ready, may I be shown the door and it be opened to me?”.
I’m certain that the synchronocity of the present Universal energies is playing a great part in my current experience. Yet, from time to time, over the last year I have experienced this sense of, “get ready”. Of course, that sense conjures up questions like what exactly does this getting ready require? Am I expecting company and need to clean the kitchen? Is it my clutter that needs clearing out of the way? What do I need to do, to “get ready”?
Well, here it is again. That sense of “get ready”. Only, this time it seems to be riding in tandem with this sense of something being let go, or my letting go of something. This may well fall in line with my current process of unlearning that which I’ve gathered in this lifetime. Sort of gather the lessons and let the rest fade away. And, it is. It also seems to be very much about bringing peace into my life, and/or allowing it to come into me, through me. In fact, my sense is that if I hadn’t been working toward these things, my recent meeting and the subsequent opening of the door would still be waiting for me.
I offer my gratefulness for these events, which have the words flowing often faster than I can get to write them down, or type them out. I’ve even tried using the “memo” function on my I-phone, only to witness that through physically speaking, the moment of “Aha” trips over my thoughts and the mechanics of voice, being dashed, or fleeing like a Deer at the sound of the hunter. So, I’m doing my best to record when I can, remembering what I will, and knowing that there are certain times, certain events, that are not for recording at all. In fact, certain events refuse recording of any kind, written or even photo.
These events that resist recording outside of myself feel like the most ancient of energies, which in times of yore were only handed down from person to person and the only recording was such. I have learned to honor that which resists mechanics. I also know that many times these are not even knowledge to be thought, or held as thought. Rather, much of the most ancient of this knowledge is only to assimilate in a way that at some certain point in time it can once again be shared.
I realize that for some of my readers this that I speak of may seem a bit too “foo, foo”. That’s all right. We all know what we know. And, our individual experience of life is just that. “What may appear beautiful for one person, may not appear beautiful to someone else.”
I’m grateful for this time, and all of you who have been supportive of me. I’m grateful for a special meeting (or meeting again). I’m grateful for the direction we are all heading. I look forward to a specific meeting and many I have no cognitive knowledge of (at present).
I Love you All.
Peter J Quandt