*Not making any claims for what you take out of this*
When the portal was opening on 9/9...and before then on 9/8..I was out walking. Distinct people, particularly those that had chosen to wear purple that day gave off a very clear aura of 'source'. It feels differently to me than directed love -- most would describe it more as a 'high' than the 'warmth/peace' that I feel as directed energy. A feeling I was most familiar with during lion's gate in August, and the days preceding it. This time it was a nice confirmation that I was in fact on track and aware.
I ended up doing several loops of my friends neighborhood, partially necessitated by lost objects, things neglected as I was about to head back, and on one occasion something I dropped.
Just before running across the road I asked a group of five-six bystanders what time it was. I can't really describe why I decided that was a stellar second to dart across the road, but I did. Nearly getting hit by a car and a whole string of traffic behind him on a normally deserted street. The make and model of the car, color, and number of passengers all significant to me as well. In the process dropping a pin and a metal rainbow flag clip.
After nearly getting run over by the car I walked back to the house (barefoot for some reason) and puked several times (again in a way I associate more with energy than sickness, heat stroke, hangover, dehydration, or 'holy cow I almost died' moments). I got the impression that I was creating a sort of mini portal around myself as I attempted to shake lose a few things...but also left anchors to visit those left behind in some way. In all that day I felt as if I danced back and forth across the portal lines several times.
Walking back to find these objects about half an hour later I encounter a biker..well a man in a white bike helmet with no bike in sight. He asks me about how far down she walked. I knew he meant me, although he assumed perhaps that I was a helper of myself and not the same entity, or that perhaps I was not actively channeling the part of 'me' that 'he' 'knows'. I said, this far exactly - knowing where I crossed and it was exactly at x:xx time -- which is my birthtime...and I turned away from him and recited by birth day, date, and year. He then said here it is, bent down and retrieved my rainbow flag. He then said...she dropped a pin too. I turned over my hand to show what it said (PAX - peace) and I said I know, I found it already. I returned to the house and gathered my things. He got on two bus stops down, still no bike. He looked 'drunk' in a way I've learned to associated with turmultuous or 'close' energy encounters. I met some interesting people later on that bus.
That same day, on one of my laps, I saw a young guy at a bus stop. He was headed to the University and had a guitar on his lap. You couldn't miss him in a neon 'construction yellow' tshirt that said Quicksilver on the sleeve. I asked him how long he'd played and he said five years. He asked if I played and I said I tried a bit of electric bass, but my fingers are small and I didn't put much effort into it. I told him about a song called Quicksilver, not related to the Brand, by a band called the Cruxshadows. We discussed the band name -- those that were brave enough not to leave Christ's side as he died. Literally, those that stood in the shadow of the cross. I knew I was supposed to talk to him. I'm not sure if he had a message for me, or I for him, but that's how it went. Always the shirts a queue to someone that is important for me or to let me know I'm in the right place. It was screaming the lyrics to that song at a concert where I lost my voice for several weeks. In retrospect, I recognize it as the start of my awakening and the worst set of symptoms I can remember having. I thought for sure I would die -- not the only or first time in my life.
On another lap I overheard someone who was unsure about tattoo etiquette and provided some insight. His friend asked if I was an artist or had ink. I have ink and explained my tattoos. One a greek letter related to my honors degree and the other after a meaningful song. Someone declared that to be a life well lived, as I got off the bus one stop before the University (having given stop directions to several people prior). I felt like a veteran, not going off to war. Old somehow.
At work that night I knew the order people had to leave the room. I put wet clothes on my neck, took my hoodie on and off, sipped water, had some ginger, knew who to direct energy toward and who to direct it away from, predicted the order people left the room and otherwise had a very uncanny night -- still extremely aware of the portal opening and the tears in nearly everyone's eyes that no one wanted to talk about. I talked about it and got fired, lol.
I still feel as if I was early through the portal, and yet willingly back and forth. I described it as "running" others through it or as "weaving" energy together. This is similar to an experience I had in August that still feels too big for text right now. If anyone knows more about Shambala or had a message for me with a matching amethyst crystal..I would love to hear from you about now. :)
