A Bolt of Lightning Jolts Me Awake

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A Bolt of Lightning Jolts Me Awake

Posted on March 21, 2013
That bolt came like a trumpeting of AWAKE! Love is here.

That bolt came like a trumpeting of AWAKE! Love is here.

Last night, just about midnight, I was jolted awake by what felt like a bolt of lightning going through my body. Wowzer! My whole body jerked and spasmed, vibrating for a few moments in what felt like a total recalibration. I then found myself in pitch darkness, though a moment before my room had been lit by the half moon shining outside my window. Within this darkness, my ears were treated to a new pitch as they rang in the Equinox energies. The tears flowed as I opened to it all and declared my intent to walk in love, in unity, in wholeness. I surrendered to it all, stating that whatever it took to move from the old, I was ready and desirous of it all. Bring it on! My fiery self could get used to lightning!

The sky has been so magical of late.

The sky has been so magical of late.

This morning I am feeling the blessing of love. The sun is rising in an overcast sky, grays and soft blues opening to a softer, more muted light. I am so grateful for this ascension process, the way it has moved so softly through our hearts, melting all that no longer serves us, breaking down the old walls we erected to feel safe, washing out the inroads of self condemnation and unworthiness, pouring down on our judgments of others and situations until they ran into the ground, becoming the soil for the new to sprout in. We stand as if naked in a downpour, all is dissolved in our watery sight as past and future collapse and there is only this rain of forgiveness, of self, of all others, of life, of the Creator. Oh, this glorious season that we have entered in. How amazing to think that our past can become the compost to enrich our present and future! Let it all go, get your compost pile steaming by heaping it high with all the debris of your life. Oh, this is fun! Pick up your shovel and let the old emotions of not being enough go flying, scoop up all the judgmental voices in your head and toss them, clean out the corners of self pity and any feelings of injustice, bend your knees as you pick up your heavy heart of old and fling it to the top of the heap. All makes way for the new to blossom.

This tiny violet emerging from the old concrete spoke so eloquently of this moment. Nature's way of speaking surpasses any words I have. I bow to her wisdom and accept her gift of love.

This tiny violet emerging from the old concrete spoke so eloquently of this moment. Nature’s way of speaking surpasses any words I have. I bow to her wisdom and accept her gift of love.

My heart is singing with the birds, my soul dancing in de-light, my being vibrating in love. Thank you Creator for this gift of re-birthing ourselves into the light and love, once more. It is true, we have come to bring heaven to earth and it has arrived. Hallelujah!

 

 

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Lovely! Great metaphore re

Aaron Asphar's picture

Lovely! Great metaphore re compost: such a perfect description in the core of your posting there. Definitely one to cut and paste as an exempliary statement of what the process does for you! You make it sound so elegant and pain free: perhaps in previous lives you earned an easier ride than many, but had I approached with this attitude from the outset, perhaps I'd have had a less painful time! Many thanx!

it has been a ride

lovelylinda's picture

Dear Aaron,

Yes, love the compost. It feels so easy now but there were times of struggle earlier when I was in the muck and it sure was not pretty!  Now I am free and that opening is here for us all. Ease and grace can be ours. 

blessings to you on this beautiful day,

Linda