The 14th of August my body reminded me of that what I can not control and gave a sign with my heart that I have to take it easy.
In life quite often we want to do lots of things, but sometimes it can be to much for our body and can go far beyond our own expectations.
Already several years ago I choose to give my heart to the Divine Creator. He guided me already for many years. Perhaps this year He gave a little ‘tick’ on my fingers, letting me have two heart attacks in 9 hours time. A big warning sign I have to take it easier from now on. So I shall have to listen to my heart and trust God He shall keep me going for some other few years.
The writer Pat Cegan to whom a swell of energy arises in her that is so forceful that no words can describe it. Swirls of colour composed of meticulous geometric designs wash over, around and in her, exploding into radiant golden light. For her a primordial power of love encompasses her. All concepts of life previously held seem absurd {Beyond the Beyond} She writes:
There is an endless outflow of creation which cycles back in and then out again. I can not die; I can not go away. I can neither add or subtract. There are no empty spaces. I am and I am not. {Beyond the Beyond}
I would have to tell her that I am sorry that the reality is different. She, like me, are beings that can die and probably find death, except when Great Tribulation or Armageddon would come soon and when we would stay alive throughout the big battle.
Though I do know, I am still alive, so God has decided it is not my time to come to an end. I take with me my heart, which is also my home and resting place. There I can feel the beating of life. Now I have even an electronic advice that tells me how it beats, how the stress level is and gives me a warning sign when something goes wrong. That is the incredible electronic advancement.
Wherever I lay my head I trust that God is with me and as such, honestly, I am not so afraid for what might happen or come over me. With Pat Cegan I then also would say:
My home is in my heart.
It’s any place where I
lay my head, for home is
my Creator, mountain
top or river bed.
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I sincerely hope some to be recorded and after the revalidation exercises from August 11 onwards, I do hope to be able again to do big walks and go up in the mountains. Though this time I do know the Red and black walks will not be any more for me. Those I’ll leave for the younger ones.
As in the previous years, be it in cities, green pastures or hills or mountains, I shall be pleased to look at what the Creator prepared for mankind. I shall be pleased that I may be a little tiny molecule in His universe, and shall be pleased to walk through His creation. And as previously I shall feel at home, because:
No matter where I wander
or even where I roam
when I am with my Creator
I am always home.
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