Stream of Thought

Resting And Healing

Because so much until recently has been about constantly moving for surviving, it has been the last thing to occur to me that maybe I ought to allow myself to do less so there is space for healing and recovery.

I guess that my drive’s innovation has been upset at being conscripted for sheer labor for so long that I have a hard time backing off from goals that I once wanted that have been repeatdly prevented and disrupted.

This extended vexation has created a heavy load of angst often broiling in my system – and I was taught to not give up no matter what by my will’s strategizing.

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Design Theory

I will soon be taking an assessment which is supposed to help me identify core talents of myself that I may have overlooked or may not even know about myself containing.

The idea is that if these are identified correctly and I learn how to implement them into my life operations, then I should have easier access to my own source of replenishment energy.

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Aaaw – 6:33 PM

This complicated number is made out of numbers 6 and 3 and it resounds with unique brilliant energy. Angel Number 633 is a lucky and rousing one. It mirrors a character of extraordinary boldness, good nature, and a great deal of affection for the world.

https://os.me/short-stories/633-angel-number-meaning-symbolism/#:~:text=The%20Secret%20Meaning%20and%20Symbolism&text=This%20complicated%20number%20is%20made,of%20affection%20for%20the%20world.

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6:06 PM

The angel number 606 means in love that a stable, harmonious relationship is ideal for you. 606 is a love number that carries positive vibrations that resonate with family and romantic relationships. Seeing the 606 angel number encourages you to focus on caring for and nurturing those you love.

http://www.thecoolist.com/mystic/angel-numbers/606-meaning/#:~:text=The%20angel%20number%20606%20means,and%20nurturing%20those%20you%20love.

(Back to “taking things ‘lightly…'” – multiple meanings)

Poetic Musings, Stream of Thought

The Cure

“I am The Catalyst: The Shield which defends against viral infections; the innoculation to humanity’s desperation. I am the water which seeks every creviced crack hidden within false foundations – and by time’s strength and will, brings down their destruction. I am that which rebirth’s Spring after Winter has rendered life dormant. I am that which elevates kings to restore Prosperity’s generations.”

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The Business Of Recovery

Tossing and turning on an indented and cushy, sweat-dampened and wrinkley, scratchy-soft sheeted mattress, I gather the check-boxed tissue, pillows, and ages-old No.1 Rosemary Water (TM) bottle for neck decompression.

The best way to get through an inflamed lung infection is to lie on one’s belly – which they learned during Covid in the hospitals. However, this wrecks havoc on one’s neck and lower back – even while helping to ease an injured shoulder.

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The Exchange

“Where are you – where are you? When I look for you, I can’t find you.” She cast about in the great unknown of inner space between realities.

“I am right here,” he replied from behind and to the left of her.

“Who are you? How and why do I know you? I don’t feel comfortable with any of this. I feel so filled with and covered in darkness! If I was born in the light, what am I to do with all of this!”

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The Winding Road

I was gifted with visions of a man who wanted and loved me.

It felt wonderful, but as I travel, I calculate the improbability.

Here I am in my hooded cloak, still traveling through harsh weather, heavy wool rain-saturated – my faltering feet lifted by legs as tight as leather.

Hair bescraggled in the morning, unkempt by the night’s fitful tossing. Eyes haggard by traumas and fears – were they my own, or just what I had to hack through to find my way to you?

How is any of this attractive – given what’s marketed in media?

What man would great a skilled woman warrior and think that she could be warm and vulnerable when her face is smuged grim with firm-jawed chin and her soul is still haunted by the wounded?

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Elevated Status

A friend gifted us with a large TV monitor and our family has begun watching movies together on the big screen sometimes in the evenings.

I had not thought that it would make a  difference to have and experience such a thing because I have a phone and laptop and have been careful to not indulge in the desire for more material things.

But as soon as we added the TV to our household, we could feel how we rose in status. Like many other families in America, technology in our household is now expanded.

And psychologically, it adds a bit of buffering and a feeling of warmth and security because we have a little more now than just bare-minimum basics.

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Crystal Vision

I remember when I used to look into crystal pieces and they would shift for me, presenting clqrity and rainbow fascination.

My eyesight used to be sharp and piercing: I could read the tiny print on bottles – which now I scoff at how microscopic the printing is now that “noone on this planet” can read easily without the aid of a magnifying glass.

Oh yes, we call this the “minimum covered by businesses as their ‘due diligence.'” They are required by law too print ingredients, disclaimers, and information – but it isn’t their responsibility to ensure that consumers can read it!

Ahem.

So my planny-plan that plans-as-can I am which I do at distance in the evenings (rather than holding them in my hands and mentally obsessing) is that I will look across at a smallish white crystal sphere nearby and try to see a bit of its insides flashing me with gleaming brightness.

They make me feel happy and inspired, you see. And I am hoping that over time with this nightly practice, my eyesight will come back to me from memory’s reconnecting synapses around whatever has caused its blocking.

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Taureans

I have known nothing about the sign, which is funny since one of my owm children is one – but my children do not present as typical, which I am proud of because they are unique and their own individuals.

However, since I have wanted to know more about Taureans, they are suddenly “here, there, and everywhere” around me – having some common traits, but being very unique in their own expressionism.

This is very different from those people with the earth sign of Capricorn, which at times can have a very decided inflexibility of the mind and firm barriers around their hearts.

It seems that if you earn the trust of a Taurus, their hearts’ devotion will be with you until the end from the start.

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A Healing Talent

Her heart was tuned to seek that secret potential of hope’s determination which lies dormant in each and every one of us until found and sparked to life by another.

Recognizing that the time and place in which she was born was long suppressed by human ignorance, she began watching for those moments when she would find someone seemingly swept ashore.

She would then extend a hand to help lift them up again and share awareness about their worth and abilities to carry forward with them as they’d continue to grow.

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A Loving Dream

I had an earlier boyfriend who had also always kept me at emotional distance.

We would share intimacy and deep discussions, but he had been hurt by someone he had loved before me, so expressed his pain by barring me.

He hungered for the affection that I was giving him, but felt conflicted by receiving it.

In later rare dreaming of him, I would always be remimded of the unwarranted sting of rejection, as if my giving love to him was a sin.

But last night, he and I were in a room with another person, and for some reason, we were all brushing our hair.

He used to have this amazing golden-sheened, straight blond hair cut to shoulder length which naturally flipped like a bob with delicate ends curling under.

As we tended our untanglings, I looked over at him – and he gave me a secret look letting me know he remembered our time together.

I felt included at last and welcomed the releass of invitation as I watched him brush those haloed strands cascading against his chin, neck, and shoulders in the weight of their fall.

It was wonderful to be loved by his acceptance and to share this memory with someone who had once felt close to kindred with my soul.