I wasn’t sure I’d be able to write before we left for Florida—in fact, I thought it was highly unlikely—but here I am.  My husband wants to leave at 6 AM.  I’m not sure about that, but I’m glad to be here writing.  I felt sad about the prospect of not being able to write.  So, when I happened to wake around 4 AM and I felt an energy move within me, I knew it was time to write.  It would not be nearly as gratifying to snooze for another hour.  Fortunately I slipped this tray table down between the bed and wall.  I really had no excuses.  Nor did I want one.

It bothers me that I got so testy with my husband last night.  I think a large part of it had to do with needing to say how I’d been feeling for years about the way we travel to Florida.  There’s been no consideration for how it has affected me.  My body handles driving long distances so, so much better now that I take the glutathione.  I’m extremely grateful for it.  Maybe as we drive today I can find other ways to make the trip easier.  I’ll ask the question and see what comes to me.  

While he’s driving, I’ll be working on finishing the crochet gifts.  He wants me to take over driving as soon as we get into Florida and then he’ll do the rest of the driving once we get back on the interstate leading into Tampa.  I think it’s possible I could finish the crochet projects on the drive, or mostly.  

Anyhow, I’m trying not to dread the trip.  Since we are arriving on a Sunday, I’m hoping the traffic around Tampa will be much lighter.  It makes a long day of driving even longer when we have to crawl through the last miles.  

I’m bringing all of these Pages with me in the hope of being able to type up more to place on my blog.  I may even be able to access my admin page for my blog while I’m there.  The biggest screen that I’m carrying with me is one of my Kindles, but I’m bringing my little Chromebook, too.  In the past I found it difficult to manage my websites through a touch screen.  At those times, I think I was using a drag and drop page builder.  I needed a mouse for that.  But now with the block format, I don’t have to drag the page elements.  We’ll see.

I really am happy to have this time now, especially since I have to be stuck in a car with my husband for hours.  There’s no going into my room or out to the greenhouse for alone time.  I intend to place close attention to my energies and see how I can better manage them.  Perhaps I could do a Garden Home visit along the way.  

I just remembered that I’m writing in the hours before dawn that are considered the time when the veil is thinner.  

I really, really wish I could live a physical life in full union with my Soul.  No sense of separation.

Writing that activated something within me.  

I’ve yearned for that kind of life for quite a while.  

It seems like I’m constantly groping in the dark, trying to feel my way through life.  And then we humans come up with concepts of absolute certainty amid this veiled experience of limited perception (and assume that those concepts are true).  When you walk into a room with barely any light, things look a lot different, even when our eyes have adjusted.  Flip the light switch and things look much different.  We see things as they really are—not some made up version.

I want my Soul’s Light to switch on in my life.  I want to see clearly.  I want to live my life to the fullest through the Love of my Soul and not be forced to learn things through hardship.

I’ve been theorizing that the only reason we humans have to struggle is when we don’t choose the HeartMind.  We get stuck in the ego mind.  If we don’t make the conscious choice to get out of that small mind, then events have to conspire to wake us up enough to see beyond the ego perception.  Choosing the HeartMind expands our perception.  We sense more of the unseen levels of life.

Life is multi-leveled.  Ask anyone who can see energies.  A whole different world shows up when that layer of reality is included in visual perception.  A few things come to my visual perception sometimes, but I feel energies more than see them.  I guess feeling is my seeing.  However, when I use my inner sight in places like my Garden Home or other such places, my visual perception gets a chance to come online as I interact in those environments.  

The other day when I practiced being in my Garden Home while crocheting, I felt my presence there more strongly when I pretended that I was writing in my head.  Even non-verbal words can make the experience more physical for me.  I became the mental narrator.

Actually, it’s probably more like I’m directing energies by commands.  When I say, “I enter my Garden Home . . .” – I’m there.  And when I describe what I’m seeing and feeling and hearing while there, I’m making it happen.  And then I have a full sensory experience while interacting with the non-physical beings and energies there. 

It’s a bit like going through hoops to live fully, but it’s better than nothing.