The ToeKnee Show... Symbols & Signs
The ToeKnee ShowSymbols & Signs
These past 3 to 4 weeks I have been exploring remnants of the path.
It all started when I felt, once again drawn to a certain box of archives...
The first old letter I open , is from a dear friend... still deep in my heart....
and in that letter, she describes that she was wishing for a certain thing...
...then thanking me for the package she had gotten that very day,
...and explaining that it contained what she was wishing for.
Then saying, that she wasn't surprised by this... that she had noticed this about our connection...
How I would just bring up a few topic in a letter... stuff that she was working on...
anyway...
I studied the fact that each and every box I was drawn to explore, also had a similar letter... that I would find... simply becuase that part of the box.. glowed... that letter glowed...
finally...
there I was in tears....
Realizing I had been , sort of tricked ... once again... and I guess ready once again to let the invisible trick me...into exploring these stacks of footprints on the path.
Knwoing there is a responsibility regarding this...
What it was showing me ... that is...
Noticing I was realizing I was getting re-introduced to a certain style of talent.
One all of us has, if we choose to study it and explore it...
Which I have, above all things chosen to study.
something about the writing...
something about connecting long distance...
something about knowing one's true purpose.
something about showing others how important they are to us...
seeing in retrospect that it was there... just like I thought... all along... what I was studying and expressing and exchanging
and how the best of times were always refelcted as the best of times becsue of these intentions poured through the molds of action.
Noticing that I could intend to express that , in the tangible world, a little more....again... if I so choose.
Needing to see it verified by the letters... noticing I ws finding the right ones... seeing that it was nothing other than what already was... reflected back...
beyond space, distance.... and time.
Understanding that a part of me connected to that realm... engineered these archives to bring power back into this moment.
Knowing that this was no mistake.
Realizing that I couldn't track it all... it was beyond coincidene... and also beyond complete understanding... that it's essence was mystery...
Except , there I was... feeling directed... being shown to me, like someone invisible sorting the boxes that I needed to look into... and putting the items essential inside those boxes in front of me.
Of course... I had to be ready to co-operate with the impulse.
And I knew I was.... becasue it's what casued the time to flow... and the doors to open... I watched/witnessed this all as if it was assigned as the project for those days...
And nowadays, I have learned that it's agood idea to drop the tangible world for a few minutes out of such days,
and honor/accept the flow... then even more... something about follow through.
so... I found these key letters... several different people deep connections... in some cases I was reading what I hadn't been able to read years ago... but in each and every case there was the eso called "miracle" of whatever I was referring to, being a big part of some shared healing... and there I was seeing the various developments that were shared, the progress that was made... the dreams fulfilled... the hopes and aspirations that werelater left behind in favor of somehting better...
And one distinct fseries of letters from a friend jumped out as necessary for this timeframe... so distinct and pronounced the impulse... that I had to reponsibly search her out and phone her.
I called and left her a message.
It's been over 10 years.
the e-mail came later that evening.
happy to realize I still was alive... figured i had slid off the planet on one of my expeditions down this path.
double checking with her... it turns out that my first telepathic connection got to her instantly, as usual.... just like so many times so many years ago.
I've re-arranged the timeframe , somewhat to shorten this story.
but this is one of a hundred similar stories... and if you had documented your life, I am sure you woul d have more than a few of these synconicities, too....
... all the same.
I had read a letter, sat back... envisioned her and immediately I heard her precious laugh... saw the smile.... remembered the deep respect... all present moment... none of it was memory.
and I just released the thought to the ether... a wave of love powered it ... and the echo was like a slight breeze.... instant.
That was the day she was sitting back on the porch swing and decided to think of me... a thousand miles away.
she got it.
and so did I.
and her first thought was....
"Geez, I wonder if he is still alive?"
Exactly.
I have often shielded people who traveled different paths... sometimes with psuedo disconnect (impossible if you are connected)... just so they wouldn't worry ...
When I phoned her... I left the timeline, so she could compare notes... and to let her know it's as fresh as the day we met.
Now...
Most people would think this all refers to a love affair.
that's not the point.
It's not why I bring this up here.
Maybe I want to remind you that there is something faster and more accurate than telepathy.
It's heart connection.
and everybody has the gift.
Yet we see the tangible and reverse it's importance on the invisible... all too often.
2 weeks ago was the right time for me to phone her... that took over 10 years.
but I was only wanting to see the right time.
If we get lucky to be in the right time frame with others, we often don't recognise the miracle of it.
We all have our separate worlds... our separate paths...
Most think it's only the numbers, the awards, the dollar that show success...
It's an accepted fantasy that nothing is more powerful or important than love.
The reason I call it a fantasy here, is becasue YOU have to decide if you're gonna make it real or not.
And it's usually in light of the hurt and the pain, that we know we have deeply loved someone.
No matter what, even with people who are in physical proximity as in "married" , it's a fact that years can go by without real communion.
Distance... space... Time...
We all decide to show back up here, each moment... where such limiters can be the only reason so many will want to "work things out".
But the reasons and motivations and effort every one says are necessary for peace... all those things are a cake walk if the expereinces of true communion are present, no work is involved. Only acceptance.
Just because I can write this doesn't it's always easy for me.
I have my mountains to climb.
I put this here, letting anyone comment ... anytime they choose...
Just earlier this evening a person read my blog... and they left me a message that seems to say they have fear for me... worry about me... they advise a path... a way of living.
Yet...
Inside it is a prayer... one that includes a path for them aas well.
I can see this.
And who would refuse such a prayer?
the ego says... " some joker who reads my blog thinks they know me... they think they can give a report, an overview... a recommendation... but all I really see is their fear... I touched a nerve in them and they had to preach... a reaction..." this is what the ego says.
But that would only matter t me if I were foolish enough to believe I had gotten somewhere.
I go from walking bridges to nowhere in the dark while blindfolded... to riding waves so high and wide I can't jump free....
and some times it's all expereinced inside two seconds.
I always remember the way it hits me... when I am working 3 things at once.
And...
Many years ago... my angel guides came to me and explained the coming days... the ones we are now in...
where everything is always seen world wide by somebody.
We are now there/here.
Yes...
the world is watching.
but also the invisible worlds.
It's been quite sometime since I accepted a woman close enough to tough or to hold.
I spent all those years trying to get back to smalltown Iowa... but the solid stell walls hit me every time I had to jumpt ship. Wasn't meant to be.
Yet, I always did the speech about healing with the first wife... the fantasy of what we had already shared, coming back again...
could take a lifetime...
finally I had to just accept that I was killing myself re-creating a future that would / could only fail... simply because it wasn't meant to be... not in this time frame.
I already know that I could write her... and after 3 to 5 years of letters shared, eventually she would be in the same perspective in relation to me (and I her) that I have already established in my life with others.
In each and every case.... in all these cases.... I was able to allow the person to go towards what they said they needed, and wanted.
And in each case, they had gotten where they needed to be.
The only difference is through-out all these years, not all of these who are deep in my heart know that I carry a candle for their dreams still, ever glowing strong...and always will.
And they probably don't realize there were days or weeks on end when I would feel as if I had been hit with a shadow.... finally, I would sit down and say out loud "somebody, somewhere... who I know, who I am connected to... is hurting today... and I can sense them... I can almost taste their energy... I can feel the depth of the shadow"...
And I gradually came to understand, after hearing feedback.... that this was all real.
Some invisible connections... and in some cases it was actually me who was being nurtured from the distance.
These days have been hard... I sometimes got very upset that I was signed up for such a path.
Then , I get a view of the overview.. and notice how many incredible parts of the puzzle were worked out for the best interests of all concerned.
I would lament that I had so much wanted other people's safety and dreams to come true that I wasn't praying for my own... that I had little energy left to make my projects ready for frution.
But now I notice, that all along I never wavered.
And just this past week, the energy of the goddess is all around me... and I just do not know what to say.
Maybe I shouldn't idolize this above the respect I have built with trusted hand-picked male friends.
Imean, right now, I am getting to know a whole new batch of people. and I never thought I would meet so many that could understand a word I said.
Then there are others who decided we can share music... we can smoke cigars... study our plans together, but they don't have to undrstand the "Art talk".
But for me, all this is contained inside of the the reality that it is the grace of goddess that fuels us all.
I am still amazed about the power struggles the power hungry rich display, as they get the poor to fight each other for points.
It's a nasty predator world, as nasty as it ever was, times ten trillion.
Yet... those participants are never gonna shre a meal with me. It just won't happen. I won't have to spend time trying to convert them to help the stranger, the one with no voice.
I have a lot of people who love to study me now.
It's great.
I'm talknig about the ones who have walked with me 2.. 3... 4... miles or steps on this road.
It's wonderful.
I can sense when they look in.
Then there are others who remain at a distance, but it's part of their "job" to just keep in touch... and they don't realize I see them , too.
There's only a few times I have shown up in their realm. they think it was some huge plan... that there was no other way I could have been there, right then...
But it was just the fact that the steps lead me there.
It's always an amazing thing to me.
I never tried to convert this to money.
Maybe in 20 years... if I am still around, I will practice officially.
Otherwise... in reality it's just the waves of creative beauty on this plane we need to ride. then boucning up against our walls... then getting back on the board and rding some more.
So.
I connect the dots a few times... reconnect a few others... step out and challenge the horizen...
to my amazement, I open my eyes between songs and see angels of light smiling back at me.
Signs and symbols.
Now is not the time to even consider anything but a slow, graceful step and merging with the wind.www.ARTintoLIFE.com
http://www.zazzle.com/toekneestanger*
These past 3 to 4 weeks I have been exploring remnants of the path.
It all started when I felt, once again drawn to a certain box of archives...
The first old letter I open , is from a dear friend... still deep in my heart....
and in that letter, she describes that she was wishing for a certain thing...
...then thanking me for the package she had gotten that very day,
...and explaining that it contained what she was wishing for.
Then saying, that she wasn't surprised by this... that she had noticed this about our connection...
How I would just bring up a few topic in a letter... stuff that she was working on...
anyway...
I studied the fact that each and every box I was drawn to explore, also had a similar letter... that I would find... simply becuase that part of the box.. glowed... that letter glowed...
finally...
there I was in tears....
Realizing I had been , sort of tricked ... once again... and I guess ready once again to let the invisible trick me...into exploring these stacks of footprints on the path.
Knwoing there is a responsibility regarding this...
What it was showing me ... that is...
Noticing I was realizing I was getting re-introduced to a certain style of talent.
One all of us has, if we choose to study it and explore it...
Which I have, above all things chosen to study.
something about the writing...
something about connecting long distance...
something about knowing one's true purpose.
something about showing others how important they are to us...
seeing in retrospect that it was there... just like I thought... all along... what I was studying and expressing and exchanging
and how the best of times were always refelcted as the best of times becsue of these intentions poured through the molds of action.
Noticing that I could intend to express that , in the tangible world, a little more....again... if I so choose.
Needing to see it verified by the letters... noticing I ws finding the right ones... seeing that it was nothing other than what already was... reflected back...
beyond space, distance.... and time.
Understanding that a part of me connected to that realm... engineered these archives to bring power back into this moment.
Knowing that this was no mistake.
Realizing that I couldn't track it all... it was beyond coincidene... and also beyond complete understanding... that it's essence was mystery...
Except , there I was... feeling directed... being shown to me, like someone invisible sorting the boxes that I needed to look into... and putting the items essential inside those boxes in front of me.
Of course... I had to be ready to co-operate with the impulse.
And I knew I was.... becasue it's what casued the time to flow... and the doors to open... I watched/witnessed this all as if it was assigned as the project for those days...
And nowadays, I have learned that it's agood idea to drop the tangible world for a few minutes out of such days,
and honor/accept the flow... then even more... something about follow through.
so... I found these key letters... several different people deep connections... in some cases I was reading what I hadn't been able to read years ago... but in each and every case there was the eso called "miracle" of whatever I was referring to, being a big part of some shared healing... and there I was seeing the various developments that were shared, the progress that was made... the dreams fulfilled... the hopes and aspirations that werelater left behind in favor of somehting better...
And one distinct fseries of letters from a friend jumped out as necessary for this timeframe... so distinct and pronounced the impulse... that I had to reponsibly search her out and phone her.
I called and left her a message.
It's been over 10 years.
the e-mail came later that evening.
happy to realize I still was alive... figured i had slid off the planet on one of my expeditions down this path.
double checking with her... it turns out that my first telepathic connection got to her instantly, as usual.... just like so many times so many years ago.
I've re-arranged the timeframe , somewhat to shorten this story.
but this is one of a hundred similar stories... and if you had documented your life, I am sure you woul d have more than a few of these synconicities, too....
... all the same.
I had read a letter, sat back... envisioned her and immediately I heard her precious laugh... saw the smile.... remembered the deep respect... all present moment... none of it was memory.
and I just released the thought to the ether... a wave of love powered it ... and the echo was like a slight breeze.... instant.
That was the day she was sitting back on the porch swing and decided to think of me... a thousand miles away.
she got it.
and so did I.
and her first thought was....
"Geez, I wonder if he is still alive?"
Exactly.
I have often shielded people who traveled different paths... sometimes with psuedo disconnect (impossible if you are connected)... just so they wouldn't worry ...
When I phoned her... I left the timeline, so she could compare notes... and to let her know it's as fresh as the day we met.
Now...
Most people would think this all refers to a love affair.
that's not the point.
It's not why I bring this up here.
Maybe I want to remind you that there is something faster and more accurate than telepathy.
It's heart connection.
and everybody has the gift.
Yet we see the tangible and reverse it's importance on the invisible... all too often.
2 weeks ago was the right time for me to phone her... that took over 10 years.
but I was only wanting to see the right time.
If we get lucky to be in the right time frame with others, we often don't recognise the miracle of it.
We all have our separate worlds... our separate paths...
Most think it's only the numbers, the awards, the dollar that show success...
It's an accepted fantasy that nothing is more powerful or important than love.
The reason I call it a fantasy here, is becasue YOU have to decide if you're gonna make it real or not.
And it's usually in light of the hurt and the pain, that we know we have deeply loved someone.
No matter what, even with people who are in physical proximity as in "married" , it's a fact that years can go by without real communion.
Distance... space... Time...
We all decide to show back up here, each moment... where such limiters can be the only reason so many will want to "work things out".
But the reasons and motivations and effort every one says are necessary for peace... all those things are a cake walk if the expereinces of true communion are present, no work is involved. Only acceptance.
Just because I can write this doesn't it's always easy for me.
I have my mountains to climb.
I put this here, letting anyone comment ... anytime they choose...
Just earlier this evening a person read my blog... and they left me a message that seems to say they have fear for me... worry about me... they advise a path... a way of living.
Yet...
Inside it is a prayer... one that includes a path for them aas well.
I can see this.
And who would refuse such a prayer?
the ego says... " some joker who reads my blog thinks they know me... they think they can give a report, an overview... a recommendation... but all I really see is their fear... I touched a nerve in them and they had to preach... a reaction..." this is what the ego says.
But that would only matter t me if I were foolish enough to believe I had gotten somewhere.
I go from walking bridges to nowhere in the dark while blindfolded... to riding waves so high and wide I can't jump free....
and some times it's all expereinced inside two seconds.
I always remember the way it hits me... when I am working 3 things at once.
And...
Many years ago... my angel guides came to me and explained the coming days... the ones we are now in...
where everything is always seen world wide by somebody.
We are now there/here.
Yes...
the world is watching.
but also the invisible worlds.
It's been quite sometime since I accepted a woman close enough to tough or to hold.
I spent all those years trying to get back to smalltown Iowa... but the solid stell walls hit me every time I had to jumpt ship. Wasn't meant to be.
Yet, I always did the speech about healing with the first wife... the fantasy of what we had already shared, coming back again...
could take a lifetime...
finally I had to just accept that I was killing myself re-creating a future that would / could only fail... simply because it wasn't meant to be... not in this time frame.
I already know that I could write her... and after 3 to 5 years of letters shared, eventually she would be in the same perspective in relation to me (and I her) that I have already established in my life with others.
In each and every case.... in all these cases.... I was able to allow the person to go towards what they said they needed, and wanted.
And in each case, they had gotten where they needed to be.
The only difference is through-out all these years, not all of these who are deep in my heart know that I carry a candle for their dreams still, ever glowing strong...and always will.
And they probably don't realize there were days or weeks on end when I would feel as if I had been hit with a shadow.... finally, I would sit down and say out loud "somebody, somewhere... who I know, who I am connected to... is hurting today... and I can sense them... I can almost taste their energy... I can feel the depth of the shadow"...
And I gradually came to understand, after hearing feedback.... that this was all real.
Some invisible connections... and in some cases it was actually me who was being nurtured from the distance.
These days have been hard... I sometimes got very upset that I was signed up for such a path.
Then , I get a view of the overview.. and notice how many incredible parts of the puzzle were worked out for the best interests of all concerned.
I would lament that I had so much wanted other people's safety and dreams to come true that I wasn't praying for my own... that I had little energy left to make my projects ready for frution.
But now I notice, that all along I never wavered.
And just this past week, the energy of the goddess is all around me... and I just do not know what to say.
Maybe I shouldn't idolize this above the respect I have built with trusted hand-picked male friends.
Imean, right now, I am getting to know a whole new batch of people. and I never thought I would meet so many that could understand a word I said.
Then there are others who decided we can share music... we can smoke cigars... study our plans together, but they don't have to undrstand the "Art talk".
But for me, all this is contained inside of the the reality that it is the grace of goddess that fuels us all.
I am still amazed about the power struggles the power hungry rich display, as they get the poor to fight each other for points.
It's a nasty predator world, as nasty as it ever was, times ten trillion.
Yet... those participants are never gonna shre a meal with me. It just won't happen. I won't have to spend time trying to convert them to help the stranger, the one with no voice.
I have a lot of people who love to study me now.
It's great.
I'm talknig about the ones who have walked with me 2.. 3... 4... miles or steps on this road.
It's wonderful.
I can sense when they look in.
Then there are others who remain at a distance, but it's part of their "job" to just keep in touch... and they don't realize I see them , too.
There's only a few times I have shown up in their realm. they think it was some huge plan... that there was no other way I could have been there, right then...
But it was just the fact that the steps lead me there.
It's always an amazing thing to me.
I never tried to convert this to money.
Maybe in 20 years... if I am still around, I will practice officially.
Otherwise... in reality it's just the waves of creative beauty on this plane we need to ride. then boucning up against our walls... then getting back on the board and rding some more.
So.
I connect the dots a few times... reconnect a few others... step out and challenge the horizen...
to my amazement, I open my eyes between songs and see angels of light smiling back at me.
Signs and symbols.
Now is not the time to even consider anything but a slow, graceful step and merging with the wind.www.ARTintoLIFE.com
http://www.zazzle.com/toekneestanger*
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