energy waves eraoflightdotcomAs March twirls us about like the straw man from Oz caught in a dust devil, we are dispersed about dimensionally and inter-dimensionally with a little of us in the past, a little bit of us in the present, some scatterings in the future and a whole lot of us riding bucking broncos in the form of continuous dimensional fluidity. Just like the bride of Frankenstein we too are trying to put together all the missing pieces of our soul as we try to figure out who we are in this new placement of time.

Time-waves have been happening to Earth for millions of years pushing the life force of Earth into different hexagons of placement. Time itself ebbs and flows as we all get a little nauseous trying to keep our balance. We are learning ‘not to stick our hands outside the vehicle of time’ as we acquire the speed limits of manifestation and creation. As we learn the new rules of the road we learn to play within this virtual reality, like a young girl getting her powers. Knowing without a doubt everything is connected to each other thru all places of time.

As spring pushes her pretty self into every pore of our life, we feel a sense of expectancy like a pregnant woman ready to give birth. We all feel a slight urgency a push, to accomplish that which is yet to be determined; the need to birth something in an outward fashion. At a deep level our being kicks and pokes at us from the inside out. Making life uncomfortable and tempers flare like a spring hairdo. All of earth mirrors this urge to move forward, out of the long winter of waiting, into a place that aspires to be a warm sweet Hope.

We look at ourselves seeing a newness that has not made its way to the surface as of yet, but still we feel the stirring waters of change within. We feel compelled and driven to move out of our winter blues searching blindly for those rose tinted glasses we once wore. We are becoming seasoned like a good wine that seeks a crystal goblet. Everyday life gives us another morsel to digest, an appetizer that keeps us spooning for more. People we know and love pass from the earth leaving a little hole in our heart. Regrets pile up like laundry that needs to be tended to, as we cling to what was and what could have been. We mourn for easier times and reflect upon what once was. The minutes of the day become more precious in celebration of life and the lives of others.

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan – PO box 217 – Dandridge, Tennessee 37725-0217 – http://www.thequantumawakening.com thequantumawakening@hughes.net