What Is Wrong With Me?

 

 

 This is a question I have heard a lot these last three weeks or so.

If you’ve no medical issues (see your Dr. for that) or mental health issues (see a therapist with this) – then I’m pretty confident that answer is “Nothing. Nothing is wrong with you.”

• Can’t concentrate and/or can’t start or complete a task, especially “expected” tasks.
• No desire to do “this” or “that”.
• Drifting
• Perhaps unable to figure out what you did all day / the day went quickly
• Not wanting to engage with the mundane.
• Bouts of not wanting to engage with those not of energetic or spiritual “like-minded” people.

We Are New

Many of us are attempting to fit into the old patterns and old energy. Why? Because that’s what is...Read More

by Jan Toomer

 

What Can We Do Now?

Yesteryear

We had a two story house. I remember when I was probably in third or fourth grade, I stood at the top of the stairs and jumped…and thumped all the way down.

My mother came running, drying her hands on a kitchen towel. “What in the he** are you doing?” she screeched. It was the first and only time I ever heard my mother curse.

I looked up at her as I worked to untangle myself and said, “I remember how to fly – but it’s not working here.”

My mother’s jaw dropped.

Yeah, so that happened, and I don’t...Read More

by Jan Toomer

They Had Forgotten

We’ve been working hard to heal and clear our pasts; to remove our own anchors that have been keeping us attached to the third dimension. And continue to work hard.

Why? What’s the purpose?

She’d Received a Call

My mother rushed her packing. She’d received a call earlier, telling her she needed to get to Illinois as soon as possible. Her father was dying. As she and my father headed out the door to catch their flight, she’d said she’d let me know what was going on.

Turned out my grandfather had stubbornly waited too long to see a doctor; his body, riddled head to toe with cancer, was shutting down.

His wife, their children and their spouses sat around as he rested in a morphine-drip slumber; they had come to say good-bye. 

His body soon died – freeing his soul.

When my parents returned, they were understandably somber. But, my mother was also openly hostile to me; so much so that when she’d walked past me, she would slam her shoulder into me...

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by Jan Toomer