“When one door closes, another one opens.” A client wrote this to me today. He was referring to his own career, but I heard it for myself, too. The door. Such a big door. Closed when you died. And opened me to possibilities of survival. If anything, I’m glad to be becoming more assertive and defending my boundaries. It’s baffling to me how I seem to attract depressed and mentally ill people. Yes, I’m a helper, but this goes against my desire to feel safe. I’m putting up walls and defining my boundaries, perhaps too well. But it’s fine. I’m building castles here. The business won’t build itself, and no, fish won’t jump in the boat. I do like boats.
Can we have an automatic writing session? Let me take a few breaths and connect.
T. Listen. Listen. Both arms open abundance is falling, falling, into your lap. I set it to be so, and continue to guide it in your direction. Don’t worry about them, them, them. You heard about him. Him. Him. Forget the glue. Go to work. Take your swims. Enjoy the house a little while longer. Don’t try to see the end. It’s just the beginning. Your life has so much more to give. To live. Coming henceforth into the wherewithal. Olive, that’s a nice color for the door. I love you. Now get back to work.
That is all.
-Your voice in my mind