Happy Administrative Professionals Week

better late than never.....

Miracle

My Miracle for the day? I am getting my energy back. It started yesterday. I went from feeling like I had been through a shredder one day to feeling like I could fly the next. I'm almost back to my old hyperactive self. This journey has not been easy in any way, except that it was the journey to my One True Love. I will do anything to be with him. Being with him is my soul purpose in life...yes, pun intended... :-)

Can you imagine? Before I embarked on the last leg of this adventure, I was working full time, taking care of my aging father at home, dancing at least 4 hours a night, 4 nights a week, plus dancing after hours on the weekends until 4 or 5 AM and I still found time to write music and perform live occasionally. Three hours of sleep a night kept me going most of the week. I was nicknamed the energizer bunny among other things. Right now, it's hard for me to imagine what it felt like. Heck! I'm excited to be able to get up and walk across the room without feeling winded. For a while there I felt like I was 90 years old. I started to measure everything I do in terms of how many steps or movements I had to make to accomplish it. I stopped going to stores I once frequented because the walk from the parking lot was too strenuous. I bought as much as I could online because there was no way I could walk around a mall or superstore. I couldn't dance...I could hardly stand without feeling like I was breaking in half. For a while I couldn't even bend over to tie my shoes. I struggled with dressing every morning. I still made it to work everyday, on time. My father died before I was too weak to take care of him. I've been able to hide my weakness for the most part. When people see an overweight person, they expect them to be slow. The people that knew me before I put on so much weight just figured that I took the death of my dad hard.

The universe sent me some amazing helpers too. People that helped me at work so that I was able to keep my job. God has blessed them. I was able to take care of my mom and the house with help of neighbors and total strangers. There is no way I could have survived the last 2 winters without help shoveling snow. I am blessed. Thank you.

God...? Now for my next miracle....Can I get those orgasms back...?

Things you may not want to know...

I stopped looking for answers outside of myself a long time ago. Not much that I found seemed to fit my situation. Not even the twin soul scenarios I found came close to what I'm experiencing. I do on occasion still look for information on what is happening to me physically. There is little on the internet about the biological changes that occur in physical ascension. I used to think that was because no one knew or even believed that it could actually happen. Now I think it's because anyone considering it as an option would quickly change their minds after reading about the pain and discomfort one might suffer. I am not referring to the painful heartache of being separated from your One true love. I mean the physical pain that comes with infusing a dense human body with divine light. It HURTS!

I thought I had been though the worst of it when my DNA started recoding. Receiving the codes felt like a dozen dentists drilling from the inside of my head into one tooth. It was a good 12 hours of constant drilling pain. And because it was a spiritual pain, nothing could stop it. Best I could do was drink enough cognac to slip into unconsciousness. Even that didn't last but a few minutes at a time. After the DNA came the nerves. Yes, I grew new nerves. These bodies are not equipped with the extra nerves and glands required to remain conscious in the higher dimensions. I was not lucky enough to have been born with my higher dimensional DNA so this is how I acquired it. That all started 3/31/03. Since then Twin & I have worked hard to reach each other on the highest spiritual level. Yes, it has been little painful, but it's been more nauseating than anything else. Kind of like going on a wild ride that has no off switch. Eating was the only thing that helped the nausea. Needless to say...I've put on some pounds.

Saturday morning our consciousness went even higher. I couldn't sleep because I was even more nauseous trying to sleep. The nausea didn't last too long but the entire day I felt like my insides were being replaced. I couldn't eat, but still had to run to the bathroom every few hours. I was able to sleep Saturday night without any problem. When I woke up Sunday around noon, I was in pain. My stomach hurt, my side hurt...I was a mess. That lasted ALL day. Come bedtime, it was worse. I believe that when you sleep you go "Home" so it stands to reason that spiritual changes are more intense while sleeping. I only wish I could have gone to sleep last night. I got up every hour because I couldn't take the pain and discomfort. It started in my stomach and ended up in my chest. I begged God to let me sleep through it. No such luck. Right now I feel like I'm hanging from a meat hook stuck in my chest. Although, the lower half of my body feels much better.

When I say I will do anything to be with my Twin, I mean it.