Oh my thoughts and feelings have run the gambit lately. What a great opportunity to use all the gathered tools from the toolbox. I have been reading about time travel, worm holes, underwater discoveries, myths, mysticism, tarot, ancient discoveries, watching Oprah & Super Soul Sunday, and Abraham Hicks on YouTube……. Ester reminded me…
Searching, searching, and begging for my desires. Ridiculous! All I want is that feeling, something that is right there and not missing at all. My feeling did not go anywhere at all. It’s like the clothing in your closet; let’s say this feeling is a pink shirt. I want to wear the pink shirt, I look in the closet, I see a blue shirt, a brown shirt, a black shirt, a floral shirt, a print shirt, but no pink shirt. So I put on the brown shirt, no, no that’s not right, I take it off and put on the blue shirt, no, no, that’s not it either. I stamp my feet, pout and go sit crossing my arms, really just so frustrated and angry because I don’t have my pink shirt.
“Why,” I say to myself, “Why can’t I have my pink shirt? Where is it?” So I look in the laundry, I think is it at the dry cleaners, did it get tossed in a corner? So I release this obsessive need, and take a deep breath. I decide to straighten the chaotic mess I have made and there it is, hanging right there in the closet all along, the pink shirt, so I put it on.
The metaphor is this, nothing is ever lost, time does not exist, and my feelings, just like my clothing choices are there for me to choose. I choose to wear my pink shirt.
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