Last night the word “Omnimian” came to mind. I rolled over in my slumbered state and wrote it down.
Recently some turmoil was drummed up in my heart. Seven days it took for me to get over the ‘Soul Punch’ and on the seventh day I was called Omnimian, by spirit.
Omni : In All Ways Or Places
Mian : In Bangladesh this is common as a suffix added to the name of a respected person, especially a senior member of a village community.
Life is lifting and looking up, and all the while it increases, the old patterns will be thrown in face and old participants will try to force one to swallow, dragging back into the pits of turmoil.
I vow this will not happen.
I did not know I was held in such high esteem from the unseen, it is a blessing I will cherish. The other stuff … I release.
I will cherish the gift of relationship given me by my father. He introduced me to people who are so beautiful, my soul literally sings when I am with them.
I’m not riding the ship, the ship is riding me.
I am the Sea.