Today’s Notes from the Universe
Some folks, not having lived perhaps as much as you, endured as much, or loved as much, simply cannot see the truth of a situation, disagreement, or relationship as clearly as you. And so, it’s wise to keep in mind, that it’s not their fault.
That you are in their life, that you are helping them, was part of the plan… though they cannot see this, either.
Can you see this?
The Universe
I really do feel that you’re here with me as I create these horoscopes. In a sense, you’re my assistant. Our telepathic connection is utterly palpable and practical. The hopes and questions you project my way stream into my higher mind, coloring my psychic environment and enriching my desire to give you exactly what you need. Now, in accordance with the astrological omens, I’m asking you to give our collaboration more conscious intention. It’s time for you to be aggressive about seeking help and inspiration — not just from me, but from everyone. Try this for starters: Once a day for five minutes, visualize that you and I are sitting face-to-face and discussing the issues that feed your longing to be brave and free and authentic and smart and loving and creative.
aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I can do that.
I had hoped that I would feel fantastic today but I don’t at the moment. The second day of my moon time typically brings a massive headache and today, since it is 10 days early (gotta love perimenopause), it’s a doozy. Luckily I don’t have much to do.
Signature from my bank and the fax has been sent to benefits for my savings stuff. One last meeting with God’s Rottweiler, who loved hearing what BK said to TVI. OMG. Said he told me that there was much deep doo.
As I’ve mentioned before, the ex, Narcissus, got mad at me recently. Because I got mad at him. This is why I got mad at him… (I feel perfectly legit in posting this since not only did Narcissus ask this series of questions in front of several of our dear friends who knew us as a couple and who know of the breakup, some of them know my side even, but he did so on tape which was sent around the world to the subscribers of the monthly Jeshua transcripts. And he got mad at me for writing about him anonymously in my blog, he was worried that folks would think badly of him. I assure you Narcissus, I don’t need to do a thing for you to look bad, you did that well enough on your own. In this case neither he nor I are anonymous. And because of this last bit? I care no more about his reputation in my blog. Smote him. Smote his ass. If someone reading this actually knows who he is they can choose how they want to feel about it all but it is not my problem. Why? Because we established recently the readers of my blog are intelligent beings who are adult enough to make up their own minds about anything I write.)
Jeshua: Beloved songbird, how are you in this evening?
Narcissus: I’m pretty good (Good. What would you speak of?) I’m trying to figure out exactly how to ask, or actually, I’m trying to figure out what I actually want to know (That is very good to have some clarity there; it does help) There’s been something that’s kind of confused me for a number of years with a relationship. I’ve got a friend that I’ve kind of off and on had feelings for, kind of had a crush and that kind of thing, but she’s married, and so I haven’t and I won’t do anything to pursue that, but I actually had a tarot reading about it yesterday and that cleared up quite a few things. But I was just wondering what the connection between us is, where it comes from, and like who we’ve been in past lives and stuff; it’s obvious we have Continue reading
Had a couple mechanic friends and a tow truck friend look at the damage to my car last night. Luckily we were all in the same place at the same time. Here’s to sober mechanics and tow truck drivers…
The damage, while not looking bad at first glance, is about $3000 so I have filed a claim with my insurance company and notified the sweet little couple that alas, our original hopes are not to be and that my insurance company will contact them and work out the details. Since my deductible is $500 I don’t come out any better cash wise but I will have my car good as new and that makes me happy. It is also the right thing to do which also makes me very happy.
So, estimate on Thursday and then an appointment with the body shop.
I do so love my first ever new car, she is a beauty and drives like a dream. She’s worth it.
Off to answer phones at 12 step intergroup and do my service for the month. Time to work on my serenity levels, they could use some work. And to remember that I am not the person calling in with a severe hangover and confused because once again they drank even though they swore they wouldn’t and they don’t know what to do. Thank the Goddess that, no matter what, I no longer suffer from incomprehensible demoralization.
I am very lucky. They are very lucky. We were both only going about 5 miles per hour. In my blind spot, I merged right into the side of their car.
They, a very nice elderly couple, have a 1978 station wagon. I have a 2007 Ford sedan. Damage to their car? Some paint scratches and a small ding above the front wheel well. My car? Front bumper popped off its moorings, a large ding over the front wheel well, some paint damage. When we connected the guy pulled into driveway and it was that action that pulled my bumper off its pins. But what else could we have done. They want, and will get, $500 as he wants to “drive this car the rest of his life.” This won’t keep his car running but hell. $500 seems a small price to pay to get the humbling experience of realizing that I am indeed not focused on the world in a way that is safe at this time. I will have the money soon enough and they are nice enough to wait. They don’t want insurance companies because of course their car would be considered totalled. They were very cute and very nice, on their way to teach kids at summer camp the joys of science. Retired science teachers. He with Einstein hair, missing two fingers, and wearing a montana t-shirt and she, just as sweet as could be, with her tidy coat, short, red, permed hair and a smile just like my grandma Beebo.
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