Big, fat, white guy

He was a big, fat, white guy, so white he gleamed, glistening with sweat and SPF 5000 with insect repellent and shea butter, and his hair sweatily plastered in swirls to his head.

He was handling his kayak pretty well for someone who doesn't do it often (which was apparent), not splashing his blades too much. We were going to meet in the Narrows, where we would surely pass close enough to touch paddles.

We did. As we drew near, he looked over at me with an almost atavistic expression of vacation ecstasy on his face and SHOUTED,

“ISN'T THIS THE WAY TO SPEND THE DAY?!!!!” He was loud on the quiet pond.

Then I heard the music. He had a boom box clamped between his knees, blasting himself crotch-first with something I couldn't even guess at.

I smiled and nodded at him, as he could never have heard me, as we passed. I loved him for what he was, hoped he didn't burn too badly, and paddled on.

I can't help thinking he was missing the point, though.

Setting things straight

Dear Brain,

As you know, you are a trusted and valued member of my team. I appreciate your insights, analysis and problem-solving abilities.

Lately, however, it's become clear to me that you have been shouting down other members of my team, notably my Heart. This will not stand. I need ALL my team, each with their own unique gifts, without which we will all founder.

I accept my part in this. I thought you were me. That, also, is over. I am me. You work for me.


So my old friend, as always, when your particular set of gifts contain the correct tools – and that IS often, granted; the world IS oh-so-busy – I will call on you, and we will work together. But know this:

It will not be as it was. I am the Boss.

With Love,
Until I call on you,
Sit Down and...
Shut.
Up.

Aishling: girl's name, Gaelic.

Definition: dream, pronunciation ASH-ling.

An Aishling is a dream, a creature born of the ashes of the cold, dead fire.

Like the phoenix, but a fuller, brighter expression of

AllOneLove.

Just like you/I.

Peacefulness

Discernment, 
not Judgment.

Up, Down, Is and Isn't

I’ve noticed a lot of people, myself included, making the same NEW typo:

Mistaking the one for its opposite (and vice versa. ;) ).

You’d think we would notice more, but now I see how often we don’t. Of course, I’m the worst with my Mr.Grammar’n’SpellingBug CDO, so I see EVERYTHING. I correct typos WHILE I’m writing. Then I find I’ve done it myself without noticing. Does this reflect pole-switching?

Is this a follow-on manifestation or a side effect of The Shift? In particular, this flux time during our system’s transition of the dark rift gives the energies very interesting inter-dynamics.

It is clear to me that there an old energy is trapped in a vast, muted, titanic struggle, fighting to hold on, in keeping with its spirit.

The other is struggling not at all. It is gentle and accepting, knowing that there is no struggle; that love and patience are the bringers of great tidings. It is already done.

 

“If there’s no enemy within,

we need fear no enemy without.”

            African proverb



IamAllamI        AllamIamAll

Blessed Be All.