Tag: Interpretation

Seeds of Time and Lines in Space

I used to try to tell the time with these when I was younger. I was never right, but it passed the time doing it! Posted for Becky’s #timesquare (Link below)

And just look at how wonderful the lines look – each an individual thread of glistening natural glory reaching out into the space around them! Posted for Debbie’s One Word  Sunday, where this week’s theme is ‘Lines’ (Link below)

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Divine Mission-Possible

I’ve been introduced to this Blogging Challenge in Sue Dreamwalker’s latest post.

Linda (Litebeing) asks… Write about your spiritual mission here on Gaia. Are you a lightworker, Starseed, forerunner, Indigo, or none of the above? What have you incarnated to do or to be? Describe your mission and your journey to achieve it. Are you delighted to be here? There is no correct answer, by the way. Make it your own.

So (or ‘well’) here goes… and please bear with me. The waffle is on!

The honest answer to the question, the short answer, for me, is that I just don’t know. I’m definitely on a path to somewhere, that is clear. I’ve been travelling this path for many years, and since the early 2000s I’ve noticed a considerable change within myself of how I view the world and how I connect beyond it. I’m somewhat of a contradiction, allowing myself to be pulled this way and that, more though by my own thoughts rather than the outside world.

I’m awkward. Socially inept is probably a better way to describe it, and I love spending time by myself. Writing. Reading. Creating. Anything that takes me both within and out of myself at the same time is ideal. I live (some of the time) in a fantasy world which helps me to Feel Good… although there are a lot of aspects in my real world that allow me to feel that way too.

In 1999 my quiet personality was pushed beyond its limits when I applied for, and got, a job as part of a training team for a large call centre in Birmingham. Speaking in front of individual strangers was challenging enough, but here I was to speak in front of groups of strangers. To me, I was nervously awkward throughout the months I worked there, but my confidence did grow, and I enjoyed what I did. I was sad when it ended, and was told at the end that the training provided by myself and my colleagues that for most of the new employees it had been the best training they had received. Ever.

That was quite a compliment, but I thought they were just saying it to be nice.

I remember in my first training session, there were fifteen fresh faces looking at me in sheer dread. Drained of colour, some dribbling as they tried desperately not to scream, I realised that they were just about to go over the edge. It was the third day of training, and the first technical day. Very technical. I could see that with some of the newbies it was information overload. I looked at them all, individually, and I felt for each and everyone of them. They had all started a brand new job, looking for a fabulous new experience, and they had me as their trainer. I had to do something to make them feel, at least, a little better.

My co-trainer and I gathered everyone into a circle in the middle of the room, and we asked them in turn how they were feeling. They told us. Some were fine, others not as much, all were confused. All I could say to them was that yes, it was technical. It was difficult, and confusing. But in one split second they will ‘get it’. We’ve all been in their situation. We’ve all had to learn the same thing. And everything new takes a while to fit into place. I tried as best as I could to reassure them that from then on, the training would be easier. Eventually, the day’s session came to an end, and our mini group session / huddle / bonding activity seemed to have worked. Everyone returned to work the following day, and it was a lot easier for all of us.

It was in that training room that I realised just how important the right kind of help can be to someone. We abandoned the training because the group needed the huddle. I needed the huddle for reassurance that I hadn’t lost the group, and I was determined from that moment on that this group were going to succeed, come what may. And they did. Not all with flying colours, but when they were live they were brilliant in their work.

Future groups had their own challenges, but we managed to get through them. And, we noticed, that other trainers had also adopted the ‘huddles’.

So, I learned that I wanted to help people. I still do today, although I don’t seem to get much practice at it of late.

Since those training days, something has shifted. Something has changed, and I’m starting to feel separate from other people… disconnected. I sense they look at me with distrust or unease. I feel they want to get away from me as quickly as possible or don’t want to know me. I see them treating me in a different way to how they do others. It’s an odd feeling, and these descriptions are the closest way to explain it. I get the feeling from current work colleagues and strangers alike. So, as the saying goes, obviously, it’s not them, it’s me.

So, I shut myself away whenever I can and write and draw and create… and occasionally paint. I write about the Sphere Beyond, sharing the light, Feeling Good, and keeping things light-hearted. I write, hopefully, in a way that will bring a smile, and I write as a way of keeping a connection with people. It’s a good job I like doing it… and it’s a good job I like my own company.

Before writing this post, I did a quick internet search for the definition of a ‘Lightworker’. I found references to folk who are intuitive, becoming more self aware, easily connect with people, spiritual but not religious, a powerful manifestor, somewhat of a loner and someone naturally drawn to ancient ways and/or nature.

I don’t know about being intuitive (maybe I am…!) and I certainly do not connect easily with people in the physical sense – but then one can’t be a loner (I prefer the term ‘a private person’!) and easily connect with people at the same time, so I’m guessing that each of these attributes are part of being a Lightworker rather than all of the definitions combined.

That made me think that each and everyone of us is a Lightworker. Some very aware of the fact, others completely clueless and others, like me, wandering aimlessly somewhere in the middle.

I share a lot of those attributes. I manifest. I have ties to 1642 and beyond. I love being in nature and interacting with any creature that wants to interact with me. I use crystals. I practice magic. I dream of Angels and flying… and Places of Peace and Tranquility.

And I write about dark forces in a light-hearted way. I write about love in a dark way. Like I said back in the third century AD at the beginning of this post, I’m somewhat of a contradiction.

Maybe I’m a Lightworker-in-training, hence the urge to write about the training session earlier, and I’m currently going through that technical third day. Only the third day that I’m going through is maybe a decade long. Thinking that way, the decade is almost over, and maybe my social awkwardness may reverse and I will become more sociable once again. I know that only I can do that, but I have to make sure that I am in the right place for me before I do.

Not that I’m in the wrong place now. I know that for a fact. I love it just how it is right now. Just enough awkwardness balanced out by my own fabulous ‘own time’.

One day soon, I know that I’ll ‘get it’, just as I told the training group. I’ll know exactly why I am here, and what my Divine Mission-Possible is. Until that day, all I can do, just as every other being upon this fabulous world of ours, is continue to learn.

And share a little light, in my own individual way.

Ready, Set , Blog! Divine Mission- Possible

Above, and very above (in the image that starts this post!) is the link to Linda’s post and blog challenge. Linda has asked that anyone who participates in this challenge to nominate somebody within their circle to also take part. As usual, I can’t pick one person to nominate, so I’m throwing the gauntlet down to any of my followers to post about their Divine Mission-Possible. If you feel inspired, and would like to share, then please do so!

SHE Got What HE Gave Her…

She’s the one for the next dance.

He thought as he drove his truck toward the side of the road.

She displays a slight smile as I approach.
She displayed a slight smile as he approached. 

He smiled, knowingly, as the music screamed out through the open windows.

She changes her face into a glow as I extend my hand.
She changed her face into a glow as he extended his hand.

He could picture the outcome as he sounded the horn.

She graciously engages my offered frame.
She graciously engaged his offered frame.

He knew she was expecting to be picked up.

She transforms my leads into beautiful motions.
She transformed his leads into beautiful motions.

He slowed as she lifted her shopping bags, no rush, he thought.

She glides the floor with grace and elegance.
She glided the floor with grace and elegance.

He said aloud, “All the more perfect!”

She makes me feel like the king of the ballroom.
She made him feel like the king of the ballroom.

He knew, however, he was nothing of the sort.

She smiles in appreciation as the music ends.
She smiled in appreciation as the music ended.

He wanted to savour the reaction without any other external noise.

She is the one.

He laughed, as he drove through the puddle of water by the bus stop, totally drenching her… her screams faded as he sped away.

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I’m still operating on reduced power, but wanted to participate in this blogging challenge originated by Frank over at A Frank Angle.

Frank’s challenge is to write a sentence to follow on from a first sentence written by Frank, and then all combinations make up a story. I had to amend the context of Frank’s words just a little so that they would work with my ideas. I think it works.

KEY – This is to ensure that the above story does make (at least a little) sense.

This colour indicates Frank’s original sentence.
This colour is my amended version of Frank’s sentence.
This colour is my reaction to the previous sentence.

It was fun to write, although it highlights a particular devilish side of humanity that tends to crop up from time to time… although when it happens when I’m driving, it is entirely by accident. Honest!!! (Not that I have ever driven a truck, I must add!)

Visit Frank’s site for more entries to his challenge… or have a go for yourself. Further details are on his site.

Pinky and Perky

Presenting Pinky and Perky (not their real names*)

Always minding their own business and never minding each other, perching apart just enough from each other yet close enough to appear together at the same time, providing a united front, their body language provides a few clues about their relationship.

Pinky holds a higher authority, and Perky is subservient.

Pinky is alert and Perky aloof.

Pinky wants freedom and Perky is happy as is.

Pinky is wide awake and Perky is sound asleep.

Pinky can’t stand Perky’s snoring.

Perky can’t stand Pinky’s whining.

Pinky blames Perky for getting them both locked outside of their cage.

Pinky wouldn’t listen when Perky said they were still locked inside the run.

Pinky couldn’t settle on top of the cage, Perky was most comfortable.

Pinky had internal ruffled feathers, Perky just went with the flow.

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I’m just going with the flow as well. Posting the occasional #InThePink post for Becky’s September Squares challenge (the link above will take you to many more pink-themed pics), and having fun doing so!

*I was contemplating pixelating Pinky and Perky’s faces for this post, but that would have hidden their perfect expressions. And besides, their noms de plume protect their identities perfectly.

Starting Somewhere

I have just painted my first ever acrylic on canvas painting, at the grand old age of 24 (ahem).

It’s rough and blocky and splotchy, but I quite like how it has turned out. The trees still need a bit of work, and I think I’ll need to paint out the stars as they do nothing whatsoever for the picture. And the paint hasn’t yet dried, as is usually the case when I ‘finish’ a painting – I need to capture the moment there and then! I also need to have a rethink about my signature as well… but it fits with this painting as it too is chunky, blocky and the rest.

It’s only a small square canvas, not quite as large (or rectangular) as a sheet of A4 paper, but just the right size to start with. A while ago, I bought quite a few canvases (canvi?) some of which are, at the moment, quite daunting in size, but one day I shall go for it.

Now though, I’m keeping things manageable.

But, it’s a start, and everything starts somewhere.