Lately, I have been remembering myself in other timelines. These memories arrive faintly at first, like whispers from a distant place, yet they carry a distinct clarity.
In quiet moments, I sense two streams of thought—one on a higher plane, the other rooted in a lower vibration. I try, always, to choose the higher. I know now that the quality of my thinking shapes the path I walk.
The great humility of knowing nothing, surrendering and being teachable chose my path.
Applying daily spiritual teachings and seeking guidance to moments of my life have steered my course.
Mystical and psychedelic experiences have been some of my teachers: my meeting with Gaia, the living spirit of Earth; the out-of-body journey and its flood of information; the vision of the stone tower; and the great hand that reached down to touch still bodies, gifting them life and consciousness.
There is an intelligence far greater than our own, holding this strange and beautiful world. I believe we can shift toward a planet of peace if we each pay careful attention to our own behaviour. I have learned to notice what happens when I allow my vibration to drop—how low-vibration people seem to appear in my life. Yet I can shift it quickly, simply by choosing compassion, setting boundaries, holding peace, and refusing to act from fear.
I see the world divided—politically, and through the deep suffering of mental illness. I know there is little I can do to help in certain tragedies—children caught in war, for instance—beyond giving what money I can to aid agencies, and praying.
So I pray for peace. I raise my vibration. I continue to share openly, to allow vulnerability, to listen more deeply. I speak less, unless my words feel worth saying.
Thank you, God. Thank you, Creation. I prayed for this shift, and it is happening. I believe.