5 may 2019
‘Wisdoms’ come to me in that space of Twilight sleep; where we are not quite awake from dream time, and the liminal space between consciousness and sub-consciousness unwinds. It is a favored place for me to be, all receptive, out of the conscious minds need to be alert, busy, on stand-by for the day to unfold and take me with it. Sound familiar?
In the twilight zone of my manifestation, not the one of Rod Sterlings inventive TV show, I am all lazy, no where to go, to have Be anything or anyone other than she-who is resting fully in her bed. It’s a place of timelessness, a place to let the languid ease of waking-up to the new day, move fluidly without constraints, without making life happen in any particular way if anyway at all.
My receptivity in this twilight spaciousness, brings in a download of wisdoms that ask, with no pressures, no absolutes, for me to consider, maybe take to another level in my awake time. Sometimes, I have no idea on the how, or the what of what gets shown to me, said to me, asked of me as I swim in this vastness that offers me specifics on the meaning of life and the Universe.
It is New Moon time. The lunar cycle likely enhanced my Twilight zoning, planted a seed for me to love and give nurturance to my wisdom keeping as it fills me this morning. I welcome it. I bow to the gift of it. I let it simmer in my heart, my mind, my body. It has more to say.
Rest in the twilight
Let the seeds of wisdom come
In the dark Moon’s zone