Hello, Yellow Brick Road! / Day 113 – 2023-05-20 / Afternoon
Tustin, CA
So many people are, like me, in places of shift and transition these day. Well, not like me, necessarily, in that they’re not on the move. Yet like me in the sense that they feel as though they’re waiting in some kind of limbo, aware that they’re on the cusp of some sort of life change, even if they’re not always certain what that life change will look like or when it will kick in.
Some of them, like me, have an intuitive sense of what lies on the other side of the waiting room door, though it might not be an entirely accurate picture, given that the only way we are able to interpret infinite energy is through the filter of finite human imagination.
In my situation, for example, I keep sensing that this Yellow Brick Road of mine will end in Beverly Hills. Is that true? It could be. Or Beverly Hills could simply be the closest finite-to-infinite conversion my mind can come up with.
A good friend of mine has his own version of my Beverly Hills story. He, too, has as clear a picture as his human mind can muster of what’s next. And because he can’t see, any more than I can, the detailed what, when and how, he has the same lapses in hope, faith, trust that I do.
We spend a lot of our texting time moaning and whining. It’s a great outlet for both of us to vent our flare-ups of anger, fear and frustration.
Something happened this morning that helped dull our anger, fear and frustration at still finding ourselves in that waiting room and that helped bolster our hope, faith and trust in our respective visions of what lies ahead.
It was a dream, one I had just before waking. In it, my friend had left the waiting room and was in his new life. Moreover, he looked amazing. Better than amazing.
“I’ve never seen you look this good,” I say as I hug him goodbye. “That job must really have taken it out of you.”
The job I was referring to was his soul mission in this lifetime. And knowing what I know of him, it wasn’t a cakewalk of a job.
Of course, when I shared this with him this morning, I was hoping that he’d had an equivalent dream about me. That he didn’t was momentarily disappointing. Why couldn’t I get that kind of confirmation and validation?
Then I realized that, in a sense, my dream was also about me. Through it, my unconscious mind was telling me a couple of important things. First, given how closely entwined our journeys are, if my dream supported my friend’s intuited version of his “next,” it must also be supporting my intuitive sense of mine. Second, I didn’t need external confirmation and validation of that intuition, not if I was to fully embrace my job, which is all about trust.
At the same time, I did get an external confirmation of sorts a few hours later when my old friend Isa took me to lunch in Costa Mesa. Isa is one of the most intuitive people I know and, at one point, after I caught her up on my journey, she said, “You’re on the right track.” That’s the identical assurance I sense almost daily when I check in with my inner knowingness. It isn’t always from a place of anxiety; sometimes, I simply want to be as certain as I can be that there’s nothing more it would be in my highest good to be doing or not doing, thinking or not thinking, to move this journey along.
I’m on the right track. Is there anything more I need to know? There may be plenty more I want to know. But there’s nothing more I need to know.
As I was walking Kyri this morning, my early morning dream still fresh in my mind, my body broke out in waves of truth shivers when I heard this: “This is your last major job for the universe.“ I can’t know what that means in practical terms, but I did get a sense that I’m on the “home stretch” with this “job,” though without any clear sense what “home stretch” means. Still, when I asked what happens when the job is done, I heard “Beverly Hills.“
For now, though, my more immediate task is to adapt some (maybe all?) my writing workshops-on-video into Udemy courses…at least to the extent that my travels will allow. A friend suggested it yesterday and it feels like the right next step toward getting my work a wider audience.
Hopefully, no new recording will be required. Still, there’s a lot of time-consuming editing to be done. If I can find some free or very reasonably priced accommodation for the next couple of weeks, I’ll be able to get through the first few. If not… If not, this project will have to compete with the road and these chronicles for my time, and it will get done when it gets done.
Of course, my bigger project is to continue doing my imperfectly human best to hold the resonance of trust as I move into increasingly challenging times…to trust in my intuition, my inner knowingness and my wisest self, as well as in the journey itself. It’s the toughest job I’ve ever had.
> > > > > > These days, more than ever, I am inexpressibly thankful for all donations and energy exchanges. If you, too, are inspired by these chronicles and feel moved to offer some form of “energy exchange,” I gratefully welcome whatever you feel moved to send my way. Options include (but are not limited to) Zelle (via my cell number), PayPal, Apple Cash, Facebook Messenger and credit/debit card (reach out to me for the relevant links). Even electronic gift cards. Thank you!!!
Photos: 1/ I hadn’t seen my friend Isa since before I left Portland four years ago. So it was a real treat to find ourselves both in Orange County this weekend! 2/ Kyri didn’t make it into the shot with Isa yesterday (I was holding him, but he wasn’t cooperating with the camera), so here’s a shot of us from last week in Temecula’s Harveston Lake Park.
