The cosmic funnel, multiple you(s), guiding vs dispelling doubts
We're born, we get muddied up, and then we spend the rest of our lives trying to unmuddy ourselves.
(Voiceover by Speechify, AI Imagery by Midjourney)
🚪BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
I was feeling flooded. The inflow of dreams and messages were more than I could contain. On top of that, there are emotions and circumstances and real life events that require my presence and participation. Being spirit and human means constant maintenance of the subtle bodies and grounding. We all need to be anchored somewhere or we float to nowhere.
🌪 CHOOSE YOUR FORM
Imagine all the consciousness in the universe funneling down into your head. You know everything. You see everything. But you can’t be everything and you can’t say everything. You must choose your form. At any given moment there are infinite potentials, but you can only pick one. Whatever you choose resonates and ripples out to the rest of the universe. The funnel goes both ways.
👯♀️ THE LAST REUNION
Sometimes we feel like disconnected segments of ourselves. Periods of our lives are cut off from each other. Our brain rewires and restructures itself, and we forget who we were in the past and what we felt and what we wanted. We forget this is not the only life we have lived. Someday you will call all the various versions of yourself home. Row after row of multiple you(s). Together you will walk toward the Sun. It will be your final pilgrimage, and it will feel like resting.
👵🏽 PRO-AGING SKIN TREATMENT
I was an older woman in my dream. Someone said I had aged rapidly and it was most noticeable in my elbows. The skin around my elbows was loose and sagged toward the floor. I said, “I know. This is why I walk into every room with my arms up in the air — celebrating myself.”
🌊 GUIDING YOUR RIVERS OF DOUBT
I fell asleep with worries on my mind. In my dream, I found myself navigating the rivers of doubts within me. I tried to make the negative streams of energy disappear. I was told, “You can’t dispel your rivers of fears, you can only guide them.” You do this by aligning yourself with freedom and possibilities and trust. You build embankments or boundaries within you. This is how you prevent flooding of emotions. This is how you channel your gifts toward your purpose. All rivers flow toward the Sea. This is how you guide yourself toward the Universe.
🌌 WE ARE ALL JUST ONE CONSCIOUSNESS SPEAKING TO ONE ANOTHER AS IF WE ARE SEPARATE.
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out.
But it's more than that, isn't it?
The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.
That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” ― Stephen King
🙏🏼 Thank you for being here.
🕸 WEB OF THE COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS
Meredith Arthur on why her mental health diagnosis took decades. Jordan Brown on different types of therapy. (I am really grateful for Jordan’s vulnerability and trust when it comes to sharing his own struggles with depression.) Elliott Fienberg reminds us that our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive. Roy Christopher on creating himself at a young age.
🖼 CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
In between states of consciousness — like wake and sleep — the psyche speaks in images. Last week, my psyche showed me a butterfly swan-diving into a teacup where a spider was waiting.
My imagery is up for interpretation if you have any insight. I would also love to read or hear or see your hypnagogic images. Just reply to this email.
In response to the butterfly and the spider, it brings to mind a poem I was fascinated by as a child, called "The Spider and the Fly". I asked my Grandmother read it to me a lot, and, I don't know why. It went on to describe a spider complimenting a fly on her gosamire wings and luring her in for tea.
Can’t wait to drink tea with you again. And I’m curious how you made that image! Love it.