MISSION: MEGA 51
Today is my 51st birthday. Today, I feel different. I felt like a child at Christmas this morning because of the gift I have given myself. I have given myself over to my higher self. I want the golden fields and skies I saw in my recent dream. I want to stay in that space a bit more to enjoy it, instead of rushing away into the junkyard. How symbolic it is, all of it, everything around me. I understand I am creating my reality. My mission this birthday morning was first, to feed the cats, then make some coffee. I then, half asleep tweeted a mission out into the matrix void. Today I received a named mission, MEGA 51.
Birthdays haven't meant much to me during my journey here. I don't actually remember celebrating any growing up, nor have I had a birthday party thrown for me. I remember celebrating with my brother Johnny, and all his birthdays. Today is our birthday, happy birthday brother. Today, I celebrate alone. I am not going on Facebook because I know what is there. Condolences, birthday wishes and snarky comments and posts. I don't want my energy going there. I would rather be right here, alone with my little family of two plus fur babies. I am tired of mourning. It's giving last five decade vibes. I'm 51 and the last of my full siblings, Diane's children. Freddy and Diane's kids. They are both deceased too. Along with my first husband, my dog, my cat ... Too much mourning there. And Facebook won't let you forget a birthday or death date, or any memory really. It's like that old box of memories, in a shoe box, in the back of my closet. That was the last 5 decades of life. I am now 51, and on a mission.
Trump has won the presidency. All things have come to pass. We are indeed in a new time now. I have merged with my past, but it is now to step forward. I want to reclaim my life, plant my flag in my space and announce, "I am here." I want to make me great again. I feel reborn from the old, with more hope for my future. Because I am taking control of my immediate surroundings and navigating my space on my terms. This is my space ship. And my new mission is : MEGA 51. Make EVERYTHING Great Again. I am 51 now, I might want to get my ship together. In my Cosmic Mind, I see myself in my pod, that had crashed into this chaos, some time long ago. I have memories, dreams, nightmares. For 5 decades I have been working through the chaos, and trauma incurred during the process. If ever there was a time to claim my space, it was now.
Safely in my pod this morning, I woke, fed my cats and greeted the cold air outside with a hot cup of infused coffee. Happy Birthday. Cosmically, I flip the power switch of my being. Attuning myself to the greater good. How in each moment can I make it better? And still striving for perfection. There are issues that need attending to. My being of health, my physical realm. The space I struggle most with. What can I do to better my immediate reality? Asking myself with everything I touch, how I can improve upon it. This space seems so overwhelming and I ask myself if I have the strength in me.
I have opened the doors and windows back up. They have finished with replacing all the water pipes in the front. I can now cautiously park beside the apartment again. After opening the doors, I immediately began to sweep all the wet leaves out from the back. My view freshened I have been sitting at my desk, listening to the windchimes and leaves rustle about. A damp sixty degree day, with sun. It is beautiful. How can I improve upon this moment? I am making it my mission to improve upon every facet of my life. Starting with this moment. I need to make the litter boxes, laundry and dishes great again.
