One of the questions asked was about being intuitive. It asked about my earliest memory. After chuckling about the 'witch' designation, I thought a while. Growing up, my brother and I had a lot of physical freedom. We also had intellectual freedom, and scant emotional freedom. My parents weren't too open with hearing 'how' we felt. They simply wanted us to obey.
In the woods behind our cape cod home, I spent many long and delicious days beside the water's edge. We didn't worry about our clothes getting dirty, or torn. These things never mattered in our family home. It mattered that we had experiences.
So at a young age, I was intuitive. I didn't talk about it because it was my own little private experience and it didn't matter to me that it be shared. I didn't care if anyone understood it for I was confident enough to be comfortable with it.
As I got older and was allowed to sit outside longer, I could often be found under our front yard maple tree. I would sit legs crossed and sing a verse which I still sing outside to this day. I sang it in my teens, childbirth, growing teenagers and on into now. I won't share it here for it only has significance to me. I sing it most nights before I sleep.
I also speak in tongues and have lifelong. It happened when I was three. Once I spoke it to someone a few years ago and they understood and spoke it back to me in English. That is a whole other story about what is really going on.
Friends have asked me lately what I see going on. This has nothing to do with being psychic, it does have to do with being connected. I see warp speed revelations now. Abruptness in people, distancing, fear, and a sense of urgency. They are running and I want to slow them down. But this is not my business; it is theirs. I see the veils of secrecy slipping away, birds nesting anywhere they can, trusting in ways I have never seen them trust before. Nature gets it. Humans...well that is a whole other story.
Just this week someone sent me a note. Tired of sponges, I decided to finally write them back:
"Downloads to (my) crystal ball'? Of course, that was said in jest. I hoped you were ready for phone conversations this winter. But that is not my business; it is your process. And, I mostly deal in things as they all. Individual process and all. I saw a spark in you; you seemed curious and ready to go the distance, in fact you said you wanted to grow. You spoke of your past and talked about the distance between you and your former wife, and children. I understand all of that as we all have our own process.
For me, communication is everything. Now that other technologies are available, if we don't step up to them, (using them wisely and not dependent on them) we are left behind. That is said by someone who likes to keep it simple. At some point in human evolution, we won't need phones or the internet. We will return to that time when we communicated telepathically.
In short, revelations are at warp speed. For me, it means time to slow it all down, go within as much as possible. Those who are ready take the next step. That is what I was telling you in my e-mails about (your) lack of availability, distancing. It is a self-protection kind of thing. These are the times calling us to share our vulnerability, to surrender. It is hard to keep this conversation going when you don't respond to what I say about that.
Anyway, that is the revelation stuff. It is a continuum, not an interruption.
I return to my own good company. Happiness is on the mountain. It is peaceful here, even with the nuisance raccoon. And opossum. It is a safe place. A vulnerable place and I am more than okay with that. I am also okay with being a witch. Especially on a silly quiz. Especially when I am Glenda.
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