Shiggle The Electric Mist Out

There could be one hundred sentences on a page. But it only takes one to hurt you. Maybe that's what it takes to change courses or remain where you are. Maybe that's the sign you've been waiting for. A distance cry in the dark that says, "Time to move on."

So I'm moving on. I'm letting it go - an exchange I thought was meaningful. It's not everyday - if ever - you can openly talk about galactic beings and starseed lineages, dark spirits, synchronicities, lucid dreams, messages from the departed without it all eventually becoming exactly what they warn you about in the fine print - "for entertainment purposes only."

I shared personal events of my life. I shared about things I'd only ever written down - for my eyes only. And then I encounter an evolved human being...I mean, a real human being. I felt seen. The only other person who sees me as I really am is my husband. 

To be seen by another after sharing what I've carried in my heart for years, was freeing. I felt validated by an expert...by the real. I should have kept all of it within, never uttering a word, because it was my magic to feel, my magic to experience, my magic to engage, my maguc to wrestle with. 

I make a comment to him wondering if he's the person I think I'm speaking with. It was innocent, playful, curious. After ten plus readings, why shouldn't I wonder? Instead of responding directly, he adds a line that suggests I might be giving more meaning to our correspondence than what it is - which is already valuable in its own right. Whaaat?

I know a projection when I see one. I know what a power play feels like. I'm an intuitive warrior. He should have known that would land hard after what I've divulged.

I thought it was a meaningful exchange. I understand this journey is mine and mine alone. And here my guide comes chiming in from the side so as not to shock me head on...but even my guide failed. I didn't see it coming.

I learned a lot about myself and who I am. There's no doubt about it. I am grateful to see what I'm made of. I'm glad to see how human I truly am. People could use the lesson. I stopped looking up a long time ago. I have never placed anyone on a pedestal since 2013. And I certainly didn't now and never shall I again. 

This work is hard. When you bare yourself vulnerable and all they can do is get their back up because you indirectly asked them a valid question, let the shame and insecurity be theirs. He completely changed the emotional atmosphere. 

I can't go back there, to that place I used to feel so much ease. Let that be a reminder to me - that this place right here is my safe haven. Here, words actually matter, mean something...because I say they do. 

I'm shiggling this electric mist out. I have always been who I've been looking for!