That’s the gist of what I feel at this moment. There’s nothing really that comes out strongly at all, to write anything about. So I guess the solution is, to write about the feeling that “There’s Nothing Left to Write About”.
Almost it’s like there has been just a drop out of this whole, “What’s going on now that everybody should know about?” paradigm. “Well, there’s this one, and that one, and this one, and that one, and this channel says ‘this’, and that channel says ‘that’”. And there’s that deeper part of me that just says, “Give me a break.”
So whatever is going on “out there”, does that have anything really to do with what’s going on “in here”? Meaning inside of the Essence of Me? (or for you, “You”?)
Ulua… click to enlarge
I was in the ocean today. A marvelous sense of freedom always comes over me when I go out there. First the walk over the black rocks, out to the limu (seaweed/algae) covered rocks next to the breaking water edge. Standing in the ocean water as the swells wash up onto the rocks and foam around my ankles and calves of my legs. “Sumo stance”. That’s the stance I use when I get ready for a swell that I don’t know how high or powerful it will be… so I don’t fall over on my a$$ (those rocks are hard). But then I get the fins on (I almost never swim without bodyboarding fins… I like Tech Fins), and look over the edge, down to the ocean below, by the reef/rock wall. And today I saw several fish. A couple orange and blacks, smaller ones, and one large guy. I think it was an ulua.
Always ask if it’s okay to jump in, wherever it is. And the fish said, “Come on in.” The ulua said so, at least. So I jumped in and swam out by the reef, beyond the reef, out maybe 30-40 yards or so, and around the point at Pu’uhonua o Honaunau. Out there for maybe 30 minutes, then back. Climb up on the rocks, walk back to picnic table, and let the salt water evaporate on my skin. It’s still on my skin now.
That was a highlight for this day.
Now I’m having a mug of Tulsi tea. Peppermint Tulsi. Probably grown in Tulsi, Oklahoma. Or maybe that’s India. Just en-Joy-ing it. The warm taste, the bright peppermint aroma, the flavor and Essence of Oklahoma (or is that India?). I’m loving it. This moment. This precise moment.
There’s nothing else to say.
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Perfect.....I was so caught
Perfect.....I was so caught up in what channels were saying and Drake was saying, and tied into dates which didn't come true....you are right, what does that have to do with what is going on inside me....thanks for this most important message!
Nothing more to say
This is a brilliant story. To share our daily activity with others in a few simple words is the most productive thing we can do for those who read the words. After a long dry summer the rains have now been falling slow and steady for 20 hours. The temperature is a cool 60 with a light breeze. The birds have gone quiet in the rain. Last night there was no sound of cricket, frog or coyote. I feel the life giving rain soaking into the earth closing up the parched cracks from the long hot summer. The cycle continues without complaint. It is a beautiful thing to watch and be a part of. There is no war here. There are no troubles here. Only peace and perfection. Ascended Masters and Angels may pass by or even stay for a spell. They have nothing to say. There is not a need to create beyond the perfection that is displayed.