This morning, as I am cleaning house, I hear your departed father’s voice in my head. “I love you, (he says my name).” It’s startling, as I’ve never heard this from him before. Now, I sense his presence and peace. A forgiveness forms between us and tension melts away.
This afternoon, I am at the beach, in a chair beneath a tree, taking it all in… the shades of blue ocean, rhythmic waves, gentle salty breeze, sunshine and serenity. I am peaceful and replenished.
This evening, I attempt another session of automatic writing. To quickly tune-in, I tap your 256 hz C-Note tuning fork and hover it around my ears and throat. My intention is to connect to you on the vibration of love. Here’s what comes through:
Ready. Set. Go. I’m in a bowling alley. Stars hurling towards pins are planets and disorder everywhere.
It would be beautiful Marie. Beautiful if you could see. I saw you down by the sea. This is where you need to be. To feed your soul. She calls to you like a mother bringing you home. Whales bellow far beneath the surface tending to their families. Teenage wasteland. Wasteland. All you need is love. bum bum bum bum bum. All you need is love, love, love is all you need. There’s nothing that can be said that isn’t sung. Nothing can be did that can’t be done. It’s easy. All you need is love. (I see a boat. Boats. Sunlight on the open marina waterway. From the apartment building or the office. I see water. I could live here or work here.) But where will you hide at high tide? (he speaks of my hurricane anxiety). Maybe best just to visit. Your only obstacles are of your own creation. All you need is love. Love, love, love, love. Love is all you need. Crystal Cay. Bora Bora. Argentina. We’re all connected. The water connects us. Inflows and outflows on the rivers and tributaries all lead to the ocean. Flowing in circles we all share. The vibrational thought patterns are transmitted to the water. It’s consciously carried to the next village and so on. News is a current that carries people along. Social media. We’re all connected swirls, some cesspools. Need to be cleared with love. Cleansed and raised in their vibrations to bring more peace to all. Love to all. Trees. Bees. Coyotes. Whales. The beasts try to adapt. Some with more intelligence than even we can know or understand. If collective consciousness desires harmony, it will come. Guns, guns, guns. No roses. Not on crosses. Not on graves. What’s my name? I am we. We are you. All is one. And one is all. We love you. End transmission.
Your voice in my mind