The hiv nutrition business, so carefully nurtured in the past, now consists of weekly
email updates about the company’s Website. Other business obligations no longer matter.
I work wearing headphones, while singing softly to music, as sounds from the living
room television (TV) rumble throughout the house.
My free time is rearranged around visits to the Center. Wednesday evening’s small
group continues to satisfy, as I avoid Sunday services, which seem full of people
seeking relationships. Classes help a great deal to take my mind off the family that
appears more distant each day. I don’t miss the more time-consuming business related
work. It’s replaced with class work from Rev. Bump’s 102 SOM course. Understanding
how the Mind of Spirit operates, for creative purpose, is much more important.
Sylvia happily travels with me back and forth to the Center. The jovial Jamaican
seems to be my only friend. Our friendship grows as we share stories and revelations.
The relationship will soon remind me that nothing happens by chance.
World wake-up calls continue, as news of the West Virginia Sago Mine explosion hits
the newspapers, amid allegations of safety violations. Eleven men pass away, but
the youngest one survives, because the others share their oxygen with him. Many of
the men wrote comforting farewell notes for their families. Martin Toler Jr., wrote,
“Tell all I’ll see them on the other side. It wasn’t bad. I just went to sleep. I
love you Jr.”
Feeling melancholy, I lift a DVD of Daniel from its case, and leave the sanctity
of my room, to use the DVD player he gave us for Christmas years ago. I want to make
sure the DVD works so everyone can see Daniel at his best. The player refuses to
operate normally. It clicks repeatedly as I hear Daniel’s quiet voice in my head.
“They’ll ask to see it when they’re ready.”
The DVD player continues to click and refuses to open.
“Alright, fine,” I remark loudly to the air before walking back to my room. “Have
it your way.”
While using the bathroom later I notice the player is quiet and retrieve the DVD.
As I begin to piece this book together, the messages continue, making me wonder
if they are meant to go into the book along with the saga of my metamorphosis. Today
is March 1, 2009 and I’ve been told I’ll be moving, and will “live alone with friends.”
I’ve always received these kinds of messages in plenty of time to prepare, but since
my new lease is up in July, I’m a bit reactive.
“Get ready to move, for you will be moving on to a place of wonder and awe,” echoes
though my brain.
The answers come as usual when I ask questions. I’ll have all the help I need, and
will be oh, so ready to move on when it’s finally time to go, for things will change
greatly by then.
I’m told there will be great storms here in Florida but I will be protected. The
storms will feel like “ripples” to me, for I am consciously aware of the One. I am
not to concern myself with these storms, for they’re meant for those that are not
consciously aware of our true Being. It’s not the first time I’ve been warned about
dense storms in Florida. Yet, I wonder if these are weather related or just changes
I lie in bed not wanting to get up. It’s been another long night of ascension symptoms
where I wake repeatedly. I was unusually cold most of the night and felt atoms bouncing
off the walls of my body. It seemed like I had restless leg syndrome everywhere,
for I could not stay still. And then, the condition last experienced in Egypt during
2008, where I brought up gobs of green gook and had ‘ascension diarrhea’ arrived.
This time it was worse.
I stayed in bed almost all day, from Sunday through Tuesday. On Wednesday, I got
up only to pick up my grandson Samuel from high school, and stop at the store, before
returning to bed. Thursday brought the same tiredness with somewhat less distress.
Music remains a major part of my life. I turn on the living room stereo to fill
the house with Christian music, while James works miles away. The energy of the house
rises, prompting my soul to soar, as I continue blessing everything around me with
Love and Light.
Musical thought is the language of souls. As Michael Newton explains in Destiny
of Souls, unlimited musical sounds exist in the spirit world, where spiritual harmonics
are building blocks of energy creation, and soul unification. I’m grateful that the
souls of Daniel and I created a way to communicate, through music, in the physical