Chris Youngblood February 10, 2024
Meditation today, went to Healing Vibrations, hadn’t ventured there in awhile for quiet moments.
Found this, figured why not try it, something calling me.
Dove in. Something wet on my chest, so enamored, so deep within didn’t realize the tears.
Is this real? How could it be so soon? The “talk” had not come. But the expansive universe once an abyss came back to smile, reward. Moving in reverse, time expanded, contracted, inhaled and exhaled out into the space.
The Serpent at the crown using healing venom to sow the last stitch in the heart, the one I didn’t know needed mending.
Suspended in time, no past, no future, just here within, love, forgiveness, letting go. The courage for everything else but the last bit of it for this. The courage to not have that last bit of hardness, coldness.
The started journey the lone hermit was left barren. At the end, more whole than ever. Parts that needed regained, remolded, would have never gone through this process if not for…
But was this only in this place suspended in time. Were the feelings, light, power brought back with to walk amongst this plane?
Feet walking on ground mid 50s on this day in this part of the world, at this time. Memories came flooding back, ones that had been cut off. Cadillac Mountain sunrise, Breckenridge and Flat Iron Mountain hikes, one year straight of running outside together (including the Polar Vortex), pieces put back together while enjoying nature, oh nature.
The body, the temple, connected to the body outside. What a trip, what a beautiful abundant life.
Forgiveness reared it’s Serpent Head.
I had no idea. 346.
Whole again, more whole than ever. More powerful than before with compassion to boot.
Thinking of the time all the hurt bottled within, the man’s way of bottling it up, came pouring out alone.
Thinking of that time, grateful, here and now realizing then I pined for death to come.
How far this road took, coming to the crossroads, this journey behind, a new one beginning.
The last chain thrown off, the one I wanted stubbornly to take, shrugged off with a laugh from nowhere or somewhere, deep within.
Looking back at the road, with the right eyes seeing where the dirt and grime turned into golden bricks.
A laugh with a tear of gratitude. A gift of abundance found within. Expansion of heart from one who never knew if he’d have one again.
I no longer need the talk for forgiveness. I forgive and move on. If the talk comes, it comes. I only hope it does for her sake, I need it not. Didn’t see that coming.
Tomorrow comes the yearly remembrance of my earthly birth. The first day of the Year of the Dragon. Day one of the rest.
Remember those runs in Breck? “Thinking of a Place?”
I was once intellectually Thinking of a Place. But now, it feels so very real.
Turns me into you.
Oh Nature and 432 hz.
Hetep. Ankh.