Maybe it’s just my age but I have been pulled down memory lane recently. I mentioned about the BP garage in Redhill and the most incredibly mundane places holding emotional memory. In the last day or two I have been dragged back to the Astoria, Purley and in both cases it concerns experiences that went in the ‘That’s weird’ box and for some reason what has come up has made a bit of sense of both of them. It speaks of the road grid as an overlay of consciousness and time. Both are down the A23 – the ABC – and somehow fits in with Kate Moss being a Croydon girl which is also on the A23. Cherchez La Femme seeems to be at the heart of it.
The Astoria 🙄. AKA as ABC Purley. It’s just a story. His Story. Miss Story.
The secret crush. Even 40 years later that has blown my mind. Apols. I’m speaking to spirit with this. OMG.
And cellular memory again I believe. Or maybe they are weeping angels. This is a statue presently at the White House and a statue in the garden at my previous residence in Reigate.
And some musings on the eye as a camera and reflections and shadows. The first two pics are reflections of the sun on a white wall and other pics are shadows from a sensor light.
Over the last few months I’ve experienced a new level of uncharted territory. This is serious energy beyond belief. As an overview it seems to be talking about a union of anima and animus and masculine and feminine. Reunion is probably a better description. How this is going to play out in our personal lives I’ve no idea and also ‘When We Were Young’ which seems to be talking about an age of innocence – a present memory.
Also reunion with God I believe. As I see it the real relationship is with God. Everything in this reality has a sell by date and God is for all time and our relationships and reality reflect how the Self sees God and its Self. It does mean the end of the world as we know it though. Who and what is God ? which has puzzled philosophers since the year dot.
To God and beyond.