Looks like time was needed here… we have some space and distance that seems to have smoothed some unruly and difficult feelings/emotions. Possible reconciliation as is so spotlighted through Mercury Retro which ends on 10/18/21. Many blessings, and keep up the good work!
I’m hoping to hash up some convos on the physical symptoms of spiritual awakening. I thank those of you visiting from my Anchor podcast, and joining in on the conversation.
My top symptoms (as I’ve experienced them):
Unusual out-of-the blue headaches
Chills (like you’re about to get a cold) but you’re fine
Inexplicable body aches and pains (some internal, some external)
Spacing out at REALLY inconvenient times
Taking deep breaths naturally (without being told or encouraged to because your blood pressure is about to hit the roof)
Stomach upsets (of all kinds)
Bright lights, specks of light – peripheral – not like eye floaters
Feet getting really hot or cold, regardless of the season
Scalp burning sensation, itching, or simply feeling like someone put a juiced-up battery in your head… no, not dandruff related
You feel very sensitive to your surroundings, bright lights, and sudden noises
***These are not to be ticked off as being ok medically. I’m not a doctor, or scientist. Please see your/a physician if any of these are worsening and simply can’t be treated as spiritually-related.***
I know it all seems like a lot to swallow. I’ve been feeling most of these symptoms for about the last year. I do feel as if a massive energetic storm has hit… I forget I’m a human experiencing the ups and downs of catching up with a soul as old as time itself. The above list is just a few of the many physical sensations we all feel when our soul is guiding us.
Share your thoughts folks, I’d love to hear them!
Be well, and I’m wishing you many blessings! Sandi
I’ve been putting this off for a bit… ok, since I published my novella in 2017. The thought of doing an in-person book reading(s)/signing(s) terrified me. I self-published this book. I was the writer, editor, proof-reader, and I designed the jacket. This is my third book. My most important one. I decided to do a book read for the first time, on Anchor.
I’m loving recording my podcasts, and thought, well, why not? If not here, now, then when?
Join me on my journey! I will be posting (also here on WP) for the next 36 days, reading 36 sections in my novella; in case you find an episode title (section) of the book that might catch your attention.
Thanks in advance for stopping by folks!
To listen to my first episode ‘Outcast’, click here!
Well, we all make mistakes right? When I record my podcast episodes on Anchor, I try to record only once. So, that accomplishes a few things: I get to be as authentic as possible – no script; I am able to feel relaxed, and under no pressure; I have a lot of freedom to say what I want/and/or need to say; and lastly, I hope to goodness I sound ok in the end! So, that being said, I correct myself in the description for my O’vehlu podcast, ‘I made a mistake’ episode. I could’ve redone it. But, I was outside, the crickets yammering away, and the near full blood moon, almost full… in two days. I was under a dark sky, with tons of smattering of stars, and the cat just hanging out, as if he were listening intently to every word, so no, I wasn’t going to re-record!
Here’s the pic of this amazing full moon event, with so many other planetary aspects going on at the same time.
Apparently, there’s tons going on astrologically, but really, I think A LOT goes on all the time. Have you ever imagined what it would be like to spin around in freezing space, with tons of debris, moons, planets, exploding stars, black holes, dark energy, etc., in chaotic, sporadic, devastating speeds?
I prefer watching the moon, in my very small corner of my New Mexico, and just enjoy what happens in the space of seconds… I’ll leave it here!
Well… to be honest, there is no art to feeling peace. I do need to mention though that there appears to be an art to everything in life. There is a grace that humans possess, that we seem to have forgotten. I bought this amazing piece of art on wood, from a local vendor. I try to buy local as much as possible; this piece, as is the case with most of the items the seller carries in their small outdoor shop. Regardless of where it came from.
I feel like peace is something that is likened to a wisp of smoke, or fog on a rainy day. It can be fleeting, but can permeate our entire being given the chance. Inviting peace is like inviting a person over for dinner, or drinks, or whatever. Peace can be a very welcome guest; friendly, endearing, fun, happy, exciting, chill, and very much full of grace.
How long we choose to keep this guest over and in our midst, is our choice. Peace isn’t complicated. It’s not even misunderstood. It’s quite simple. As I compare it to a guest, I imagine the perfect room or space it will occupy. Will it have it’s own wing of my house? Should I dare to think it would like room service? Or, that I can expect it to mingle when it wants? Does it need its own space? What will my guest – PEACE need? OR do I need it, more than it needs me?
Mother Mary, might say, ‘It’s silly to overthink it – peace will always be welcome as long as you make room for it’. I agree.
Yikes… A Saturday full of weirdness. Add that to emotional growth and healing and you have a bruised heart. Maybe a mind too? I very rarely write in color. Today seems to be one of those days that you simply don’t know if you’re up, down, sideways, or laid out.
Bandaged, but not damaged.
I can’t seem to stress enough to my ego – you don’t control.
… Anything. Every breath I take isn’t mine. It’s oxygen every living energetic particle/molecule breathes. It’s the earth telling us, ‘yes, you can be here. I will breathe with you’. I’m honored to be a part of that process. To be able to live, because I can breathe. Yet, life is in, and of itself, a painful process. But God/universe/spirit/higher power, etc., has a sense of humor.
There are appears to be a fire burning in the small village where I live. It seems to have burned homes around us. I heard sirens, but it didn’t occur to me that me and my family could be burned up in an odd freak inferno, to be continued…
As I sit here writing this. It’s like, ‘well, ok, another problem on my list’. I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of not having lived my purpose. My path. I think I’ll just end it here in case I need to quickly pack my animals and family and drive off into the sunset.