"Threads of Light, Winds of Change"
Last night, I stood in the middle of the Festival of Lights, in the cold wind, looking up at the sky. Too cloudy to see the moon. The wind was sharp at moments, whipping up long ago fallen brown leaves. Occasionally, I would see glimpses of the moon, like a crystalline veil being pulled across the sky. "What do you think about these drone sightings?" I continued to ask people. It is interesting because it is dream memory triggering me. This was one of the repeating dreams I have had of "End of World" scenarios. The one with the black spaceships, and a crew trying to get out of here.
In the dream, I was running from building to building, with a military gun. This was combat. And there was a wolf running with us, the crew. In the dream I was questioning if this was a simulation event. I was looking for signs. This felt real and I had to get to the ship. Many dreams I have had around this scenario, like the others, a whole different life. A reincarnation or an incarnation? A repeating incarnation. A repeating theme, repeating elements, symbolism. Clues. Insights. Inspirations.
Driving home last night I encountered a large white dog in the road. I slowed, but the people behind me did not and got over in the lane to go around me and almost hit it. My heart dropped. I could see him crossing the road in my rear view mirror. Should I turn around? Is this going to be another moment like the weekend before where I am driving down the highway thinking I saw something and didn't? I was griped with worry and sorrow. I so wanted to enjoy my drive home, but now my heart was hurting. So far, on the way home I have encountered a deer, a cat, a white dog, a peacock and various normal critters that are common. I am on constant look out for something to wander across my path home. I get to one particular area and it is my favorite. In that moment I am certain this is a simulation.
This morning, for the first morning that I can even remember, Angel did not wake me at sunrise, to have his hair combed, breakfast served and to start his adventure for the day. I wondered if he passed, he is getting tired, I see it. I understand that feeling my good Feline Sir. You are in your winter years of life and we hope you make it to spring and even summer. I laid in bed and lingered. A rare moment to let my mind wander. Is this a simulation? Did I manifest everything around me? Is this a biological expression of something higher? A higher self? I needed to go check on Angel and the other fur babies. It was time for their breakfast. It is raining this morning and I am questioning if there will be a festival tonight. I hope I don't see that dog on the side of the road, or any other animal or person suffering.
Am I creating this? Or, is it a response of my fears? I had recently been questioning the outside of my home being a manifestation of unhealed childhood trauma. Are the drones a collective of thought narrative, or military operations? Is it Project Blue Beam? People are started asking. I have started asking what people thought. What was the consensus? Are we all physical expressions of a higher self being projected here as a learning place? I feel the winds whirling within me, just as it is outside. Brisk, biting winds whipping up leafing fallen memories. Wet and decaying leaves, fallen from the season change. Is this a reflection of my current state of mind? I questioned last night if I had manifested my experience at the Festival of Lights.
When I got into the building last night, I had some surprises. Special people and there was a special gift for each one of us. It was so very beautifully personal and thoughtful. Could not be more tailored or bespoke. It was a book of all my headshots from the murder mystery events. I was stunned. How bizarre was this moment? I never in my mind planned this. I was an accidental actress. But, I remember the moment I manifested this entire experience. The moments I longed for coming into fruition all around me. Blooming. And then I ask, well if the good is true, the bad must be too. What is with this property fence? It is falling down all around me, triggering me to self reflect on negating my physical responsibilities. I live to much In-Spirit, and not enough In-Physical "reality" - whatever that is.
In this reality, I have to prepare myself for a night at the Festival of Lights, which is work. I need layers to shield the wind. There is wood to chop and water to carry. Drones to research.
