So, it is Monday evening--again. Loneliness and silence after hours of stress and waste...again. DARN, is it November 5, 2012 or September 5, 2011? Feels exactly the same with another Tuesday to face and waste for someone else who could care less about me as ME...I just need to show up and do another day's work until yet another Friday that feels as if I'm in the Twilight Zone or some crazy Stephen King story. Looping.
Then again, I have been given a story that has demanded to be written but, most important, shared. It has become a mission and my motivation to keep moving forward and not give up/give in to the anguish of losses and loneliness. God knew.
Wish I knew where the journey was taking me. Odd path, that it is, especially now that I've been given a glimpse of the second part of the story; namely, Book 2.
Oh, and my application for the trademark has reached phase 2. How ironic! lol
However, there is much more work to do on book one, so I am making notes and keeping my ears open and toward the still small voice for guidance.
Back to Jaie.
During our heart-to-heart, what was fiercely expressed through Spirit is that one must follow their dream, their passion. To do otherwise brings dis-ease. It is as if the physical body attacks itself as if to say "you have separated this self from the whole of you, so we are not fed...we die." The ever-increasing stress has [and is] taking its toll on us. I sense that, somewhere along this new path, my healing will come and I encouraged Jaie by insisting that she "must write." That is her passion and she has neglected it for far too long.
Through the years, both of us were bombarded with voices insisting that we should do this or do that. The voices meant well, and I know that having so many gifts and talents is puzzling to them because they could not [cannot] fathom why we are not flourishing in at least one of them. In an odd way, those voices rang and ring with the same cadence as a mob of Job's well-meaning friends. I wonder what would have happened if those voices would have stopped and listened to the Greater Still Small Voice. Most assuredly they would have heard something like "shhhhh...ask them to open their ear to Me." Hmmm...come to think of it, the echoes of their full of good intention voices probably blocked the GSSV. Heck, I can still hear those voices sometimes and it has been the source of much confusion and anger in my life, and probably for Jaie. But for me, the voices are ghostly whispers now.
Maybe the loneliness, the unwanted aloneness, has created a power to silence those voices so I could hear [one early morning] "The Land of Buttons and Bows" that the journey would begin. So it did.
My prayer for dear Jaie is that somehow the power manifests for her that will silence those voices so she, too, will awaken one morning to hear the GSSV and her journey begins.
Healing for us both, I pray. And if this bit resonates with you, I pray the same for you.
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