being willing to see things in new ways

I look at the dark chocolate cake on the table.  It's presence is so solid, a comfort or mystery?  Those women walking around making nice comments, do they know something I do not?  They seem to know you make a dark chocolate cake for post memorial food gatherings.  Or is it just for this one, the bankers wife who committed suicide.  Awkward, touchy, maybe too close to home? 

That was 34 years ago, I still peek at the cake to see where my perspective is now   

Combing through my thoughts, I recently learned something interesting.  For one thing we pick our parents, because we have the same issues we are working on.  It is easier to see in another...she was a strong trans medium, meaning she could bring different energies into her body, and she was learning how not to be the effect of them, to be senior and to be more in her body, herself. This takes lifetimes.  I am learning about this too. 

So these beings that come in and out, when we are not grounded, can be not so wonderful, rather negative, if we are down in the dumps (low vibration)  So when my mother took off for a new life ( she was leaving my dad) she had a lot of this dark energy around her that was suicidal. Was it her or the beings? Beings without bodies, like to come into bodies that are available,,,meaning if you are not in, nature abhors a vacuum...
 
We all thought she took her life ( and all the grief of that, etc ) yet, when a being is in your body and you are not, and it decides to kill itself in the body, that is not actual his/hers.  Then the person who is not in her body is actually  murdered, their body is killed by someone else.  This is interesting to me.

Only divine justice can handle this. 


As my mom continues to learn about her space, and me too, there is a new appreciation for how growing awareness keeps shifting the terrain, beautiful
chocolate cake.