Jamming

 

It’s a jam packed summer. It’s gone very Jamaican around here.

 

 

 

 

The face in the cloud. Reality is stranger than we imagine but I think we know that now.

When you stare into the Abyss, it stares back.

 

 

 

 

 

The animals are very chatty. And the telepath with animals. Yesterday I was walking up the path and ahead were two ladies walking a small dog and the dog had fallen behind as they were deep in conversation. And I said to the dog ‘we’ll catch them up’ and the dog seemed to understand and happily walked by my side until we caught up.

 

 

 

The Fuel Matrix. What a fuel believes.

I’ve added a shell to my collection of various items such as crystals, feathers and fossils.

And the guilt trip. My fuel supplier is Shell Energy and they send me a bill every month which I have to pay for. It’s not real IMO but until guilt is released fully from the Self this is how reality shows up in our lives. Reflections of the ego belief system.

 

 

 

And call me old fashioned. The land of confusion. It is now LBGTQIA. I came across this article recently about Shiva and Shakti energy which I found reassuring.

From Yogapedia :

In the tradition of Shaivism, Shiva is forever in union with Shakti, his divinely feminine consort. The nature of Shiva energy is steadfast, stable, peaceful, strong and totally unmoved with complete presence.

Shakti is exquisitely beautiful with a flowing and shape-shifting quality to her — embracing reality as a dance. She is fluid, flowing and powerfully flexible.

Shakti energy can be wildly sensual, raw and expressive. Shakti energy can be seen in everything that lives as the manifest, while Shiva energy is formless.

Things that have already come into being are made of Shakti energy. These two divinely sacred energies are equal and opposite forces. We can’t have one without the other.

 

 

The land of confusion. We, whoever we are, seem to exist in different dimensions and timelines and as the walls come down reality has become very strange. And doppelganger update – Amy Pond from Dr Who, a British comedian called Peter Kaye and Bob Marley himself if he had lived to his seventies. It was definitely him. I have wondered if I am hallucinating which at a deep level I think I probably am but many of the doppelgangers are celebs who I have never heard of before and then the Universe shows me who they are.

 

 

Easier said than done.