It’s now a year later, and still these memories rattle in my awareness like dice in a cup eager for release. I shall let them flow out onto the page and allow the pips to highlight the peculiarities and possibilities of MOM, always willing to spice our lives with wonder, if we’re willing to open ourselves to it.
The following sequence of digital MOMs (what I’ve come to call #MOMselfies) was leading up to a MOM that wasn’t mine. My friend Erik received an answer to a prayer following this triune fanfare.
In the little box above is the following poem:
Kin 152: Yellow Solar Human
I pulse in order to influence
Realizing wisdom
I seal the process of free will
With the solar tone of intention
I am guided by the power of elegence
I am a galactic activation portal. Enter me
Why all this is important is explained in the following way…
October 2022 — I’m listening to a recording I made recently and, as I hear myself say “And the light goes out!” the light goes out on my iPad! How does that happen? Oh, wait a minute, it does make sense that it would happen; the default set into the machine has it go out each time at the same time. Not so much MOM as an automatic thing; and that’s the danger of reading too much into MOM… it’s not all magic — there’s lots of stuff that is just programmed, and it’s predictable if one knows about the mechanics of the moment. It takes the magic out of the moment; and when that happens, it kinda hurts. I LOVE to see magic in everything!
The difference between science and magic, often is knowing the reasons behind the things we see. But one has to wonder about what could allow my travel companion and I to have made reservations at different times, checked in at widely diverse times and yet have rooms with sequential numbers and across the hall from each other. When I open my door at 8:00am, he opens his door and grins at me. It’s magical! I imagine there might be perfectly logical reasons for it, if we knew them. I love to rest in the delight of the magic. I am cognizant that I am allowing the sets of numbers to include ones I would not before… I would not normally deem 12:12 a MOM; that’s when I opened my iPhone tonight to orient myself within time, but the atmosphere of Glastonbury loosens my criteria. Erik says Glastonbury and I suit each other. I agree. Wells isn’t bad either — the featured picture was taken there when we had arrived for lunch after walking up the Tor under the partial eclipse of the sun. So much was magical in that morning;
- arriving at a level of the climb where a man, sitting at the side gazing at the sun, informed us that the eclipse had started and that we could see it by taking a picture of it,
- being asked for my name by a priestess who included it as she continued her hymn of praise and blessing. She gave me a tiny apple, and I gave her a prayer tie; then she gave me the last of the herbs she had been smudging the Tor with (collected all over Europe), asking me to burn the rest when the time is right. I will take them to the top of Mount Sinai, and do just that.
- Walking out of that interaction my eyes landed on a trio of women, one of whom I had noticed earlier. She was a bright spark, and so I went and told them of the prayer ties as I gave her one (that is SUCH a magical story!) and then I told them of MOM. They were charmed.
- Then I saw Erik and joined him for another picture. I opened the phone at 11:11. Took a picture of the Tor at the time. Took more pictures. Magical.
- Then we walked down to the car and drove to Wells where we were greeted by MOM at 12:34, and again at 1:00… that was over the top, MOM, and I am warmed by your kind regard, generosity and playfulness, as well as what happened next…
- Erik had gone walk-abouts, while I was being blessed by the priestess, to visit a crystal he had buried years ago. In his prayer he asked for a confirmation of its connection to the Galactic Core. It was at 1:00 that I opened my iPad to find Erik’s Galactic Signature. His poem includes the words “Galactic Activation”.
Activation confirmed!! Thank You, MOM!
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