honest ground

Now I stand on Honest Ground. I pray to remain.

xoxo,

erin

i'm surfing

When I was a kid, I almost drowned in the ocean.

I got caught in the riptide.

Underneath me, the water was pulling me in and down. Above me, the sweet iridescent blue wave was headed back towards the shore. I was in the middle, just watching, feeling, not breathing, visions of my whole short life going off like fireworks in my brain.

It was neither the ebb nor the flow. It was just swirling, being pulled in two different directions, maybe four, maybe six.

I've stayed in that place my entire life. Angels were calling, but I was only willing to listen to the human voices that kept me connected to the riptide.

Now I'm learning how to hear my angels, and a wave is coming.

xoxo,
erin

tesseract

"Eternity is one time, its only dimension being "always."

                                                             -ACIM 9.VI.7

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There are moments in life where time seems to stand still, and I am learning that those moments are when I am catching a glimpse of God.

It happened most recently with the passing of my dog Shep. The entire day was strangely inspired and beautiful in a sad way, but that moment when I held her in my arms and sobbed as she left her body felt like swimming in a pool of sap. Not sticky and dried sap, but fresh - like when it's dripping out of a tree into someone's bucket - on it's way to becoming syrup. Just a little thicker than water, and warm. We were swimming there together, me and her, and there was nowhere she ended and I began. Time stood still.

I've had other moments like this: singing Aloha to a dying man at the Hospital, holding his head in my hands, while we learned what it was we were meant to learn from each other. Receiving Reiki and getting my Reiki attunement. Meditating. Breathing through my different chakras as if they are gills on a fish. That time I almost drowned in the ocean as a kid. Reoccuring dreams I used to have of my body paralyzed and melting into an endless flat white surface. I feel it strongly in the middle of my back when I call upon Angels for guidance. This "sap" streams out of my crown, third eye, and root chakras at different times throughout the day. It's where time doesn't exist and God can be - quite literally - felt.

I know now why I've always loved stories about time travel. A Wrinkle in Time, and Outlander being the most prevalent.

It's because they're true, and it's because time actually does not exist except as a tool to aid us in moving throughout our heavy and dense existence. The moments where time stands still are becoming more and more frequent as I move along this journey.

We are truly blessed.

xoxo,
erin