I was delightfully careless, in this period. Acutely aware of an increase widening near and happy to let my evolution towards its full blanket and assuming occur. I let things lie as howsoever presented, and whatever purpose lie in the kernel had I no regard to discover. Perhaps for reasons wise in retrospect, had I little cause for restlessness here… fewer distractions at least.
Work was fine enough in fact, at times sociably enjoyable and about all the clockwork and responsibleness suited me at this junction of my maturation.
‘I am aimless here,’ I recalled. Calmly, obliviously neutral. Undisturbed by past events and without interpretation of, much less anxiety for what tomorrow offer may. I sleep without plan and wake when I wake, with time plenty for long breakfasts and good books, and I’ve a training schedule down to a finely tuned regularity. There is money saved for whim departures, am furiously independent and present for anyone at any time because though it is still rather early and we are young, these too shall expire. And so I can float from that work and any place, out into the dark and back upon the path to happening upon what it is that I am truly here for if any. You don’t realise that just like a golden Angel at full strength can you actually fly from any place or situation and survive. Not just live, but breathe free and unstaggered, abolished of all worldly restraints. You don’t realise this natural magic possessed until, passed of some clash in the chest and an elaborate reasoning you’ve developed that had suddenly convinced you’re soul it had not the strength to start over again, that many times you simply choose not to.
And by a final initiation of a decided Celestial re-ordering of my life, the very moment I began to investigate these uncharted avenues of thought regarding the wider patterns and cross-sections of what were beginning to weave the outcome of my purpose and final effect in this world, it seemed that suddenly a consistent and consecutive emergence of subtle interventions were engaged, and something quite unimaginable and well-planned had been set in motion. There I was, struck, and urged to take my first step down a corridor of the consciousness that had peeled open out of thin air, or might have been present all the while that had I ready been deemed, might have earlier been sought. Staring vacantly into the ocean of diners that fateful Friday night when through this perplexing and sedative confusion of realities, I heard my name being called..
It began as an echo and ascended upon my reveries cocoon until I was sprung loose of my blissful spell as one is from the womb slowly and regretfully expelled. I turned my attentions with seemingly a vague expectation of a harmony, towards a familiar tone and warmth – like one to a lover in silence turns. That is when I saw Sally approaching. I felt myself at once begin to sink into a peaceful relief I had not for a very long time felt and I saw in Sally’s own surprise, what may have accrued about every bit of excitement as she were capable of experiencing and nothing subdued.