Devesh says:
>but everything is very strange today.
Same here love.
I woke up floating in bliss - more than ever.
Several factors.
The other day Sabine checked in and was talking about our lives -
are we living our maximum potential. (She thinks my talents are underused.)
Then Paula came flooding into our lives. Then another extra ordinary woman
friend of Sabine's, Tania. And there are a few other extra ordinary people
in our lives locally now, and we hear there are more on the way.
Plus, Sabine and I have gone to another level of closeness.
And a series of other events.
Last evening we were out on our evening walk when a White-Headed Pigeon flew
down and landed on the road next to us. They are usually in pairs, but this
one was alone. I knelt down to talk to it - asking if it was alright, did it
have anything to say to us, any message. (No message attached to its leg!)
As I stood up it flew on my right shoulder.
I felt an extra strong flow of... love - and have felt it since.
Then Skyped with my mother. Her 100th birthday next Monday - and she is also
in an extraordinary lovely state. Overflowing with love and gratefulness for
everyone. She is sending love to everyone.
Then a Skype chat with Tania in Switzerland. I felt so much love and support
for her. She is taking on an amazing job - in a man's world - running one of
the major scientific institutes in the world. Just wanted to pour out my
admiration, love and support for her.
And so on!
Maybe 'This Is It' love - maybe we have moved into another... Something.
Sending you lots of warm loving love...
[Next day... ]
Attempting to Describe the Indescribable...
A funny thing happened to me on the way to waking up this morning.
The usual, but very much stronger.
Not buzzing/shaking/vibrating/tingling/bubbling - but something like that.
And it is not falling/flying/floating - because there is isn't anything to
fall/fly/float into, and there isn't anything to fall/fly/float.
It is slipping between the... something -
yet there isn't something to slip between, or a something to slip.
There isn't an anything, yet there must be -
in order to know there isn't.
That sort of thing.
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