Sunday was a good day. I meditated. I rested. I did puzzles. I did a little bit of laundry. Life is good. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary happened for me that day. Although, I am learning a new definition of ordinary each day, so that might be a bad statement. Nothing spiritually significant happened to me that day. I am not complaning. It was a good, restful day. I suppose I would say that I was more in touch with my emotions. I got to thinking about Christmas one year when my dad got my sister and I each a pellet gun. We were not too excited about them. My next present was a gift that my mom picked out - a book about Josh Hartnett. (My teenage years... yes). I freaked out and was super excited. My Dad's feeling were hurt. I felt that again. I cried. I released. I forgive.

Monday morning, I woke up around 4:00 feeling like I was going to get sick. I sat up and ran to the bathroom definitely thinking that I wasn't going to make it. But, by the time I got to the bathroom the feeling had passed. I sat on the floor for a few minutes, just to make sure but it was gone. I went back to bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up a few hours later to get around for work, I felt... not okay. Tired, icky, bogged down... something along those lines. I went in that morning and ended up deciding to take the afternoon off.

I left work close to 1:00 came home where my babies were waiting for me in bed. :) Josh and our dogs, Tonks and Snatch, all snuggling waiting for me to join. Of course, I did. I crawled in between Josh and Tonks and boy I felt good. There was so much LOVE! in that room. I was cradled in a cocoon of Love and I knew everything was perfect. And it was going to stay perfect.

Sometimes I don't know when I am making things up or if they really happened. A few weeks ago I would have told you that I saw a light blinking in the sky and that it was totally a UFO. (Maybe I did tell you this, as this actually happened to me. It was blue.) Anyway, ask me now and I wouldn't be so sure.

I've been having the sort of day at work where I've needed to go to the bathroom every so often just to cry. This time I am writing rather than crying. Anyway, I've got the rest of the day to change it, right? And with the help of the Universe I am slowing turning the day around. This happened to me once before. I wrote about it here. That time I knew that it was an old friend, Mark, who had passed away that was helping me. This time, I think it's God.

I've never been much of a believer in God, especially after bearing witness to so much heartbreak in a short amount of time. By December of 2009 I had 0% faith in Him. But, that's another story.

So, back to my bathroom crying sessions... the last time I was in there I was sitting in the stall letting the tears flow when the title of this blog popped in my head. I found God in a bathroom stall. I laughed about it at first, thinking about how silly it seemed. Then, I put my head down on my lap and cried some more.

(This is the part where what I said in the first paragraph comes into play. I shouldn't be doubting myself about what I felt but it happened only for a split second and the more I think about it, the less certain I get. That's the problem, though, isn't it. Don't think, just feel.)

Evolving

Some messages are cryptic and some are not. But all are issued from the one same source, God the Creator.

When we are alone, contemplating our navel, we risk succumbing to outside interferences.  In the Ethereal Realms there are entities that worry about us because what we do, or not do, affects their future as well. You see, they already know that all the creatures of the Universe are interrelated.  What happens to one group affects all the others.

Forget for a moment that they are disappointed with us for proceeding so slowly.  Are not the sense of Self and Right to Be worth pursuing on their own merits? We don’t need a cosmic or personal calamity to be reminded of this.  For our own sakes, let’s evolve.  Let’s find that place inside where we are centered.  Let’s find that core of our being and express it gloriously.

Who knows when these entities from other worlds might show up?  Don’t we want to welcome them with our very best – all aglow and filled with love – so that they can feel at home here too?