DEEPLY AWAKE – HALF A YEAR
Today is the six month anniversary of my conversion, sitting on a stool in Blackhawk, Colorado, playing penny slots, talking to what I understood were my guides and angels.
Six months have elapsed, and I am sitting within this awareness, feeling stunned, feeling eternally grateful, feeling a little sheepish and sweet toward my questioning, hungry soul.
I am about to dive into reading these deeply awake posts one by one, line by line, scanning not only for typographical but logical errors. I am excited to do it, but also in a weird sort of reverence. My impressions today are based not after this full immersion, but before. I look forward to studying the contrasts of these two states.
I wanted to clarify what I mean when I say, “When I woke up in January,” which was to have been the sentence you just read instead. “When I woke up....” It seems like a definitive descriptor of a state of consciousness. And I will let it stand as such. There are moments, for me, some moments are ever clear, never altered, monuments, some sort of plasmic megalith, and I can turn my heart to big days gone by and there, standing high and mighty in a field of ordinary days are these moments, markers which assist me to capture, not just remember, an internal event, an awakening, a realization, a total surrender.
What are we to make of such imagery? Did the population of ancient Egypt understand why the head of state, their divine queen was portrayed as a lion-maned sphinx?
Other astral epithets.
