For over a week, I turned on my computer and thought about writing. It would flow in and out of my consciousness in waves. One aspect of me wanted to write about the Law of Correspondence. But another part of me didn’t. I found myself drifting from one thing to another. I would plant bushes, pull weeds and clean the house. I felt a resistance to writing. Then while I procrastinated for the seventh day, I realized why.
Well maybe I did not fully understand the why. But I did understand the when. It was not time to write about a Universal Law. Something else had to come first, a pause. Over the years, my universe has asked me, many times, to “take a moment.” I used to be excited about taking a break, embracing the vibrational shifts as my reality morphed. What felt aligned in one moment was not aligned in another. After a while, I got use to this cosmic dance. The “will I” or “won’t I” plot line that became intertwined in my journey.
Sometimes I would get lost in that moment, overstaying my welcome, delaying my return. In my early days, disconnecting from everything was a reprieve. Now, it felt like a stall. I could feel my ego poking at me to move forward, when all I wanted to do was stand still. It was my “wish” to freeze a moment. It became not so much about the article but the passing of time that it represented. It was another item checked off, validation I was still here. It was time to accept that I was uninspired. At one point, I would have called this a void space. A body template clearing/rewrite that would bring forward new information/inspiration.
But this did not feel like a void space. It felt like a “human” space. Though I knew it has a different resonance. When I was deep in my human experience, taking a step back felt like a misstep. A time to make a correction. My human would label the step back as a time to fix something. If everything was going great, there would be no need to step back. As messed up as my human reality was, there is certain clarity in that. I stop. I fix. I restart. My human experience was filled with start and stops.
In many ways, my ascended realities are too. Though the purpose of the stop is not to “fix.” The purpose is to rediscover the “flow.”
Today, I sat in my “moment.” I acknowledged that my body was tired and my soul light felt dim. In that came the frustration of not wanting to “push through.” The self judgement felt like a wave washing over me. I could say that my “moment” was completed. Honestly, it does not feel over. It felt started. I am actually writing this in my “moment.” I’m glad I did.