I was walking along in the astral and a very tall male walked beside me for a moment. He stated he was seeking a Princess. I replied by saying, “I am No Princess!”
There was a scuffle up the road, and they started to run toward me in a menacing fashion. I turned heal and sprinted back to where I came from.
When they arrived, one females face was all bloodied. They stood there looking at me. I smiled and asked, “Are you friends?”
They looked confused, shaking their heads no.
I looked at the men and women around me and said out loud, “I Love my brothers and sisters!”
Then they started to chase off the bloodied one and those that were with her.
I exclaimed, “See how amazing they are!?!?!“
At work next day …
The General Managers dog, Stella came in for her morning treat. I heard myself say, “Good morning Princess! You ready for a snack?”
And then it hit me …
If I’m calling Stella the canine, and mine own, Snowy, Princess, then perhaps I too, am a Princess. I mean, why not?
Perhaps I Am a Princess, A Queen, and a Goddess! My Trine.
If I can see the female canine as princess … what is holding me back from seeing my own self as princess?
Something to ponder.
Being in trouble is a fake idea.
Unless maybe you’re doing this …
The River may Rage.
PERCEPTION
So after leaving the drive thru today in Jax Beach, FL my wife took her sandwich out of the bag and we see THIS!!
Seriously?
Oh not today, not today!!
I went back to the restaurant, went INSIDE (already fuming), asked to speak to the manager and then threw the sandwich on the counter. I asked him for an explanation.
He looked confused, so I pointed at the writing on the sandwich and demanded that he tells me why someone felt the need to write it on my Wife’s sandwich.
He answered, “because you ordered a BLT with cheese??”
To which I replied “Oh”
It’s important to pause, not jump to conclusions, and think about things.
Every time I saw him he was sure to tell me with much admiration how beautiful I was. It was almost embarrassing how he would follow me with his gaze.
Today I wore three-quarter length sleeves.
My tattoos were showing.
Today he did not tell me how beautiful I was. In fact, he looked with disdain at my arms.
I mentioned this to an acquaintance. He said I was reading too much into it. That my senses could not be correct.
This is how we are taught to ignore our senses, our innate knowing of situations and circumstance. This is the training we receive from our average interaction, with average people.
Trusting our instinct, recognizing the varying responses we receive from others, being aware of the differences within the encounter … these energy transitions are more true than any words could be, yet …
We are told we must be wrong, paranoid, too sensitive.
The truth speaks for itself, regardless of spoken word.
Perceptions are often traditional.
Once he saw my tattoos, he seemed to view me as some sort of woman unworthy of his admiration.
One more “judge” to be avoided.
I spent 50 years without them. Now I am blessed with opportunity to see how people view me, with them.
This is the same reason I cut my hair short occasionally. It weeds out the “judges”, those who jump to the conclusion I must be gay.
This person doesn’t change, only the way she “appears”.
Funny … as in haha, yet it is also very sad to know people are locked in these mind sets.
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