Prepare for Take-Off

After a spirited, nearly two-hour conversation that contained nuggets of wisdom and insight, I was left with a comment that embedded itself deeply within my psyche. “I’m almost out of runway,” my friend said. As a confessed “runner” from any semblance of the status quo or pedestrian, I often feel like there’s nowhere to run. Well, nearly three months later, long after that chat ended, it hit me.


Video embed courtesy and H/T to the wonderful scholar Malaika Mutere

Somebody Else’s Bed

When I woke up, I couldn’t bring into focus one familiar thing in the bedroom.  I remembered taking two aspirins around 1:30 this morning to settle a heart that felt like running a marathon as I slept. I hadn’t had an anxiety attack in years – but here it was like a long lost frenemy. Then after what felt like a good night’s sleep, I was anxious again. My heart wasn’t racing, though. Everything was calm.

Too calm.

I considered whether I was dead, which conjured up a new meaning to death as in dead, to this world, but still in it. However, that too would be off-putting as I felt were the case in this bedroom that was slightly off.

Did I “die” in my sleep after the aspirin episode? Is that what caused my “transition?”
If so, and I am questioning my existence, then, where am I? Would I again have to learn how to deal, or should I say, interact with an entirely different group of “humans?”
I’m in a bed so they must be “humans,” right?
Or am I alone?
What if I’m reborn? And now, I am an infant or helpless with no motor skills, depending on someone to care for me?
Who did I come through? Will she be able to care for me until I’m able to care for me?

Damn, how crazy is it to be programmed again from infant stage, that is,—- until I synchronize with this current consciousness. Or not.

If I’ve returned to earth as a human -in what era did I arrive? Will my understanding make me obsolete because the civilization I’ve entered is far advanced – or will others consider me a prodigy?

What will I do with this new existence, and how long will it take before I can sojourn my chosen path?

Is there a path?

The first step, slipping my foot into my flip flop, informed me of my mobility. With it, the familiar came into focus.

I soon remembered that besides keeping with ancient Rome’s time, it was the objects that also kept me tethered to this consciousness and existence.

Welp, as Saint Augustine said, “when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

So far, I’d been obedient – I even got out of bed on the right side since the Romans believed it was a bad omen to do otherwise.

Those tremors I experienced earlier – are gone. All is well. Or maybe just delayed.

Today, I might throw away all the timepieces, and my possessions save one.

Tomorrow, perhaps, I’ll “get up on the wrong side of the bed” and awaken in a new dimension.

Thank You for the Light

Dear @john
Wow, thank you! ❤ Timing is everything! – thank you for this beautiful message and selecting the “right words.”   After eight years in service, I finally found the courage to write again. It would take almost another five years to trust that it would make a difference. And today, thanks to you, my education has come full circle.  My condolences on our loss – your words send the message that David led an exciting life with vocations designed to address the needs of us with endless wants. (smile). I believe when we write, we open a portal to let other voices come through.  I would not be surprised if David found a way to help you with your quest while helping me with mine.  So, thank you for also tending my flame – it is your words that remind me to keep on shining too.