My flight pattern over the years has had many turns. Changes in direction. Does that mean I hit walls with people and groups? Yes, but the walls weren’t/aren’t solid because I flew/fly through them. I am drawn to people because something resonates heart to heart. What is that something? Love? Truth? Life?
With time I see that I don’t fit the beliefs, values, views, and language of certain people in my orbit. Or is it that I no longer fit in their orbit? It’s my mind that gives me initial clues. It’s my body that pushes me over the “finish” line—past their righteousness and judgments—sending waves of chemical information through my whole system until the alarm sounds a deafening cacophony.
What are my emotions during these times of turning? They aren’t “human” in emotional attachment. They are more cold blooded like Dragon. As I close current doors and change direction I recall the countless times that I’ve done this shift in synch with wind currents that guide me. And I remember the many dreams of rolling and turning in free fall through empty space.
My heart speaks now as I write—the Language of the Sacred Feminine coming through. I Love these people that I have been connected to. I wish them well on their journey knowing we will meet again another time, another place. This is warm blooded.