The boxes being packed, the plastic squeaking and stretching around this piece of furniture and that piece of art. I become dizzy as my mind races while I am spinning through a cavern of transformation, change, purification and what oddly feels like an entirely new dimension. Rumbling engines burst into the driveway, as the metal slightly scrapes the pavement, bringing me back to this 3-D moment to interact and connect with other beings in this reality.
Setting intentions, holding space and loving those around me become my responsibility for the next few hours as these items I have carefully packed, protected and blessed will be embarking on their own journey. My heart feels content in knowing my back will rest this time, as these four men have arrived to assist in all the heavy lifting.
Relaxing a bit more and smiling as things are quickly evacuating this space in which our family has called home. Little by little the energy returning to itself, rather than being intertwined and shared. Slowly I feel the pull of the NW calling me home, while the Island has graciously blessed me with so much love, healing and compassion. I began to feel her connection slip away bit by bit as the smoke continued to burn from the sage, swirling throughout the house.
Such a gorgeous experience… Crashing like an avalanche of boulders I fell into another space entirely. They were beginning to appear tired, I brought more water, asked to help and was only met with a returned smile and gratitude for the water. Finally they said they were done and the quickly packed their things and jumped in their truck.
With a smile on my face I drove down to the shipping container filled with all of our belongings to only find broken glass on the ground, a sprawled array of our belongs flung into the truck with little care or security. This truck was to be secured for a 3,700 mile journey and there was no way the company picking it up would accept this. My heart was pounding, how do I get them back, the security gate will not let them back in if I do not call immediately, I cannot move this on my own, I cannot even lift the gate by myself, I have already paid them.
After a few phone calls, some deep breathes, and a moment of reflection of this chasm of stress I had willingly jumped into, I realized this was all happening for one reason or another, so I knew I had to ride this rapid and see where it goes. They returned, shifted the items, did their best and finally went on their way. My heart letting go of all positions within that container, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to further protect, reorganize or whatever at this point.
Trying to laugh it off, smiling as I let those I had called know it was okay, I could feel this agony within my gut. Nearly 12 hours later I finally wrote a loving text to the owner of the company and let it go… I mean really let it go. The events that followed were clearly a miracle, one of which was here to teach me that even when we are in the thick of things it is so incredibly important to “STOP” as soon as you realize what is happening and surrender, listen and follow your gut with love.
This event was such an incredible blessing and I still do no not know where or how the things are with the container, but it does not matter. I am taken care beyond what I could ever ask for, this is all I need to know and focus on. The angels will deliver what is meant to be delivered and the rest we were not meant to have for one reason or another.
Upon arriving here in the NW I have experienced magical moments one after the other. Truly magical!