Two Peas in a Pod

That's what we are... two peas in a pod.

We fit snuggled together, wrapped in the same layers of soul.  Our coming here was planned, probably taken on the wildest chance to meet up in space and time.

A massive amount of us came here to this age, to see humanity into the next.  We are Indigos, Crystals, and the like.  We are here with good hearts, strong intentions and beautiful purpose to align our own ascensions with that of the earth and solar system... and all of its inhabitants.

Spaceman, being... well, spaceman... knows all this.  

When I first met him, he spoke of the heavens full of stars.  Back then, he was fascinated with stargazing through his self-guided telescope.  Back then, I was studying astrology, men, and myself.

Looking back on 2005, it's no mystery to me how my friend Liz's death played a role in shaping the rest of my life with spaceman.  But the "with spaceman" part wasn't always clear.


Liz.

I met Liz in a Conversations with God study group that met in a big name book store.  This was six years prior to meeting spaceman for the first time...  it was 1999 and I was still married to my ex-husband.  I was devouring spiritual book after spiritual book.  You know, it happens in cycles, years full of intellectual absorption of metaphysical concepts... then years of applying in more earnest.  At those CWG study group meetings, we tried to support one another in applying spiritual knowledge to our lives.  Our group grew smaller over the years, from 40 to about 5-7. We got to know one another's struggles in life.  Liz, like many of us, struggled with breaking free from the oppressive nature of the debt-enslaved society.  In 2004 or very early 2005, she and another member of the group had decided to take a spiritual sojourn to Sedona, Arizona.  They went, had incredible experiences, and Liz absolutely fell in love with Sedona.  

She and our friend T had a phase-in-phase-out experience where they lost one another even though they were in the same location.  Sedona is known for its 7 vortexes.  Vortexes are like chakras of the earth.  They are also portals, high energy beams of sort, twisting and turning as they shoot out from the center of the earth.  The point is, the energy was so trippy, they "lost" one another for a minute or two, then phased back to find one another.  Crazy shit.

I remember Liz telling us that story, with T chiming in.  Liz was so awed by Sedona, she decided to give notice at her call center job, pack up, and move across several states to AZ where she didn't know a single soul... and live in Sedona alone.  She was THAT stoked.  There's no way any of us could nor we would have tried to talk her out of it.  In fact, we were all so happy for her, as she found what she truly wanted to do, was wise enough to recognize it, and was taking drastic steps to bring that dream into reality.  She was our hero.  We all encouraged her toward her dreams, as we each did for everyone in the group.

A couple of weeks later, Liz went down to the parking lot in her apartment community and suddenly dropped from a massive stroke while trying to get in her car.  (Thankfully, it didn't happen while she was driving.)  But she never recovered.

She was in a comma when the call came in to have an emergency CWG meeting in the hospital, bedside.  Everyone was there.  We held hands in a circle and said our good byes, encouraging her to release from this life.  Later that or the next day, the doctors pulled the plug.

Liz's death, and her life, leading up to that magical last couple of months... the message was all about going after what you really want, once you find what you truly want in life... That much of the message in Liz's death was apparent to me from the beginning.  "Don't wait your whole life to go after what you want, or you may just keel over from the ripple of it when it does happen.  I decided I want to be alive for quite a while after I know what I want in life.'  I recognized that lesson early on, though the living out of it is much harder than it sounds.

Liz's brothers weren't very close with her, but were good people.  She had 2, and they both agreed to let members of the CWG group, Liz's chosen loved ones, to make end of life decisions, and also, funeral plans.  They also participated with our spiritual ceremonies without fuss, and with genuine sincerity.  It was all very beautiful.  

There were 2 events.  One, a book give-away in a botanical gardens, happened long after we returned.  From where?  From Sedona.  It was decided that since Liz's dream was to live in Sedona, that we would spread her ashes there to honor that dream.

At the time, I was madly in love with spaceman.  And since the occasion wasn't entirely sad... since we aimed to make it a celebration of her life rather than "a funeral", I invited spaceman to meet me out in Sedona and experience the trip with me... we would get a room to ourselves.  So that's what we did.




It turns out... Sedona is one POWERFUL place.  

Those vortexes don't mess around.

You can't see them.  You can't necessarily feel them, at least I couldn't.  I didn't even know how to mediate at that time.  But we sure got proof of them.   I have a photo, taken with my digital camera (they don't have light leaks and even if they did, none of the other photos taken at the same time have this "light leak"), that have pink coming in from both sides but not reaching the center.  We also have the video from the native american healing ceremony (the service we held for her) when the video goes all pixellated for a bit, although there is not a darn thing distorted about the sound in those moments.  

The other "proof" we have is more subjective.  I came home from Sedona completely off kilter in an energetic subtle-body kind of way.  One of my subtle-bodies (auric I assume), was swaying back and forth... for 3 full weeks until I had an energy worker ground me.  It was then that I started experiencing major food intolerances.  It takes some time for food intolerances to build up and express in the body... how much time, depends on the food and systems it affects in the body.  For me, 3 weeks was just enough time to explain my symptoms.  It would take me 10 years or more to learn to (mostly) not crave and give in to those problem foods.

Spaceman had the same kind of thing happen, sudden unexplainable reactions to food that had, up until then, been quite fine to eat in any quantity.  Inexplicable!  And yet, we both experienced it after Sedona.  Coincidence?  We did spend hours amid vortexes over a couple of days' time.  

The energy in and around Sedona had a palatable effect over me while I was there, to the point of feeling so antsy that I was snippy.  I didn't understand what was happening and was desperate to "get a grip on it" or else I feared I would seriously damage my relationship with spaceman.  I wasn't being nice, and I couldn't seem to help it.  I was in over my head there in Sedona.  

Spaceman said the natives told people never to live there, only to visit.  It was like that in Kentucky, too, in case you didn't know (but that's a different subject).  I can seriously confirm: Sedona is INTENSE.



Spaceman and I crashed and burned in Sedona... we were both exploding with fireworks in so many ways, but also falling apart as a couple.  At the same time that I was squirming, I was super magnetized with him.  It was like one minute I was argumentative and the next I was drawn to jumping his bones. lol  Talk about confusion!

All I could identify was I was conflicted and that was not a good place to be in, in a healthy relationship.  I blamed the energy connection out of lack of any other plausible explanation and we went our separate ways after that trip.

I could go on and on about how pivotal that trip to Sedona was for spaceman, too.  Five years later he would part ways from his girlfriend-after-me and move to Sedona, to live.  He has many stories and a super healthy respect for the energies there.

And even though we split as a romantic couple after that trip, we were soon back in contact again through email.  And that's how it went for 11 years... we remained the best of spiritual friends, always cherishing our friendship, always appreciating the honesty and clean-feeling communication we had about the things we each were going through in life.  It was clear, especially to me, that our love, was beyond amazing, beyond ideal... it was too intense to withstand... at least in Sedona, haha (We had very little time together in person overall.)

We were careful to be absolutely platonic, as we each had lovers from time to time... He even LIVED WITH his girlfriend for years while we were pen pals.  But then followed his dreams to live in Sedona.  Just like Liz.  Only spaceman survived it.  

When it became apparent his lessons there were over, he went home to the mountains in Virginia.

Several life events later, we are back together, and it is apparent to both of us:  that first trip to Sedona (because there will likely be another) left us razed as a couple, but it only took away the crud that stood between us. After we each worked through personality quirks and ego-driven tendencies (that probably would have been in the way between us even if we hadn't gone to Sedona and were magnified in a short period of time while in Sedona)... after we each cleaned up our acts, so to speak, then we could be together.  And now, we are.

And as soon as we got back together, the energy has shifted and the veils have lifted, for me at least (they were already open for him by then), and we both better understand why we are here, why now, and why we are together while we are here.  We understand a good deal more about our purpose, and it seems to be inextricably intertwined with one another.  We are twin flames.  We are old souls.  We are seeded here from other world civilizations to be here now, to love the crap out of one another and to follow our dreams, leading the way for others.  

How exactly we do that, tastes so delicious in mere mixing of it, that we just cannot imagine anything less than getting what we want and making a wonderful life of it.  

Soon: a vision board.  The board it already bought.  Just need dreams. ;)

Sundays

Sunday mornings may be my favorite.  It's easy to discount weekdays, because, well: work.  And Saturdays are often just as good as a Sunday, but Sundays have a magic all their own.  Let's just chalk it up to less commitments and less shopping hours in the day.  It's the last day of the weekend before the work-week cycle restarts, and I for one am trying to make the most of it.  And to me, that means getting in as much R&R as I can, doing things that are regenerative to my spirit.

That doesn't always work out in entirety.  Sometimes I must squeeze in a task or two, like today.  Today I need to spend some time over at my parent's house where the food is being stored (not enough space here) for my daughter's high school graduation party in two weeks.  We need to season, patty, and individually freeze hamburgers.  We're also preparing some "chicken on the stick", so those need to be skewered as well, and frozen.  

But other than that, I'm not quite sure how I will spend my day... but I do know who I will spend it with: spaceman of course. <3

The backyard is our refuge, so I'll probably look to see what other things I can tackle in order to spend some time more time out there.  

Right now we have 4 yellow cherry tomato plants and 6 collard greens in individual pots, plus 6 plastic "egg cartons" with seeds.  We're kind of late getting those started, but we figure, better late than never.  And besides, if they don't do well (the seeds) then we can always just buy some starter plants at the store.  But... if the seeds kick ass, then that's avoided.

One of my egg cartons is full of giant sunflower seeds.  I plan to plant the majority of them out front in the landscaping near the house.  I hope they grow up to be magnificent giants and awe the neighbors.  Maybe some will think it gawdy, but I will take great delight in those "flowers".  Mine will just be bigger than the average joe's. hehe  

There's also a few bare spots this year in the hedges around my back yard fence.  Those hedges are rose-a-sharon that are easily 10 ft tall.  The giant sunflowers will fill in the spaces, reclaiming our privacy in full.  I hope to get my crap together enough to learn how to grow some rose-a-sharon from seed or whatever other method I discover is best.  Then by next fall or spring (whenever I learn is best), I'll plant them where the sunflowers were.  It won't help with next year's privacy, but... I can only do what I can do.

Spaceman has determined our plans for things we want to grow is too big for even our new enlarged garden space, so he's going to get out the tiller yet again and extend it. lol  Since I started gardening, that garden (I have a few) was 10 ' x 10', and he has already increased it to 20' x 20'.  But yeah, it's going to have to go bigger.  We want too much!!  Last night we were discussing it and he said (again), "We need a small farm."  This conversation forked off into several tangents, as per our usual.

To me, gardening is the one thing I can do that the oppressive debt-driven society has no effective control over.  And it makes dents in so many other aspects life that are damaged and not thriving well at all.  Gardening does these things that motivate me to do it:

• Growing chemical-free food - as much as possible - depends on neighbors practices, too - mine don't seem to spray their lawns thankfully.  Can't avoid chemtrail fallout.
• Eat healthier - It's fresher, in season, can be preserved, stocked. And it gets me eating more veggies than processed, boxed, frozen, or slaughtered food.
• Saves money - not buying it from the big-box store
• Be active - gardening is hard physical work sometimes!  Beats slaving away on machines while watching TV at the gym.
• Recharges energy - garden barefoot or just being outdoors, either way, there is something about being outdoors that is spiritually regenerative.  This cannot be understated.
• Produces vitamin D - just being in the sun helps your body produce it's own Vitamin D.  Vitamin D is said to be a huge help in keeping cancer at bay.
• Apocalypse skills - yep, I'm just going to say it. It's only partially in jest.  My son says this gardening skill stuff is what has earned me a spot on his zombie apocalypse team, it was iffy before that. lol  Joking aside, come some 1929-like famine, farming skills, which are currently generations lost, would make the single most largest difference in quality of life for a while.

That's just off the top of my head.  I *really* enjoy gardening with my best friend and love of my life, spaceman.  He's so much better at it than I am, he says "from experience".  And that is what I lack, being from the suburbs and him being from Appalachia.  Certain traditions have been kept through the generations in areas that are more traditional in expression.  Appalachia, though also changing, has retained some of that knowledge and skills of living closer with the land, and thankfully passed it on to him, who is passing it on to me.

Someday in the next however many years... we will move to an acre or two of good land for a small homestead.  Cannot wait!