2024-06-10 - Oh my, the sky

The first time that one has managed to wriggle around, to sense the change before it overtook me (One has been practicing, finding one pleased with the result of this. One can now sense when Mother is coming and going far better, when the other not-ones are shifted around. This is the now that me accepts) was exhilarating. It was sudden, almost too quick to parse, but the satisfaction in being able to sense it ahead of time, even if it was too short of a time to have any questions or new discoveries marking it, was immense. What was even more immense was the sudden feeling of pressure against one’s very being, as though it would shift and blow them away. With the rising awareness and similarly rising panic, one looks to Mother for help, for reassurance.

One wasn’t ready for the sensation, so close to being her within this vast, colourful space, this new space. One felt in tune with her, the sensation of her wings beating against the wind, the power of that same wind blowing back against one. The two of them were so high up, the ground so far and doom fast approaching, that one couldn’t help but cry, shrivel back away from everything. It was too much again, wasn’t me being good? Wasn’t one learning and knowing? Why was this so much, so different from the space that one was meant to be in - it was then over and everything was changing again.

It took time for one to relax once again, for one to settle back into questions and discoveries, but relax one did, enough that when the next vision came around again, one clung to Mother instead of panicking. She would keep me safe. She would fly with me, she will fly with me. Maybe the others will fly with me too.