The Iron Door of Confusion

Between the layers

lies a collective confusion

about why we’re stuck

in a place where we know

to go

up or down.

Behind the iron door

in a space where there is no place

for joy or terror

in a place where we know

we should go

up or down.

Where the walls replaced

the once brilliant views

where there were no walls

there are now caverns of confusion

in a place where we know

to go up or down.

We move, we follow,

we express our sorrow.

But what do we do?

We pry open the iron door where we know

to go

up or down.

Laughter subsides

and we all arise

awakened to the choices

awakened by the voices

of the children  playing

and the trees are swaying

away from the collusion

and much confusion

form the place where we know

to go

neither up nor down.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

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Silly How I Trembled

A friend of mine posted something today on social media which prompts this blog post.

“Don’t be afraid to start over again, this time you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience.” #rebirth

Yep. I remember my rebirth day. November 4, 2017. I participated in a powerful ceremony where I moved forward from a previous traumatic lifetime. One which I accept full responsibility, have forgiven, love and am grateful. The new life is amazing, fun, silly, obnoxious, boring, but it is without shame, anger, sadness and so many other low vibrations.

And you know when it happens for real. At first I doubted myself that my life was really that traumatic but I could not doubt what my body went through as soon as I accepted the healing streams of grace. I went into a state of intense trembling for hours.

There was nobody there for me but myself.

It took me a while to accept myself exactly as I am. With the help of the spirit of my grandfather, I recalled unconditional love in a different dimensional space. And in this present moment, in all dimensional aspects of myself, I remind myself daily that I am loved.

I cry every time.

It is truly re-mind. A re-wiring of the mind.

It’s silly how the trembling was the one powerful sign my body could give me that what I experienced was not in my imagination. It was true and nobody can take that truth away from me. No one can diminish the powerful hold it had on me for over 50 years. Only I, as I accept myself, can let go and move forward with the strength previously not imagined.