It’s the last day of a three-day weekend. My husband and kids are home and we are getting a lot accomplished. New quartz counter tops were installed on Friday, followed by the glass tile back splash and new stainless steel appliances. Yet every morning I struggled to get out of bed. I did not want to open my eyes and when I did it was hard to pull myself out of bed. Usually my stomach growling pushed me to get up. Other times hearing my baby cry or my children calling my name instantly propelled me from my bed. And by the end of the day things were not so bad. Things were even good. Yet when I closed my eyes at night to go to sleep I knew that it would all repeat in the morning.

Homesickness

This morning was no different except that my husband came in and woke me up with kisses. I tried to be in a bad mood but it was difficult with so much love. I suspect his dreams told him that I needed him as he mentioned them as he hugged me close. He said he kept dreaming that things were interrupting us and keeping us apart; from communicating. He wanted to fix it which was why he was snuggling close to me at 8am.

I finally accepted his love and cuddled back, but I could not enjoy it. I was still haunted by my own dreams. Dreams of wanting to go home but not being allowed to. In one I was at work and got a message from the boss that was a warning. It said that she was the boss and that anyone who questioned her would face the consequences. Then I wandered the workplace trying to find a way out. I felt conflicted. I wanted to go home yet could not push myself to leave. 

In another dream I was in my old high school town leaving the school and looking to go home. I ran into all kinds of obstacles and picked up a black and white dog on the way. In the end I found myself inside a train running towards the caboose. A man was with me but I don’t know who he was. When I got out of the train I ran along the tracks and was told I could not go that direction. But I didn’t listen and continued to run as the tracks collapsed and tried to envelope me. I just wanted to get home. I vaguely recall hearing a woman say “26” and I felt if I could just get to 20 that I would make it home.

When I woke up I felt such sorrow and loss that it made it hard to see the sun as a promise of a new day – a new start.

My OBE’s stopped a few days ago and my sleep has been solid with dreams similar to the ones I recounted above. They don’t stop, either. And I am tired of them. I have been reading channeled messages lately about how the changes in energy are about to fluctuate once again but this time they will split up, sending us down our individual paths where we will meet up with groups that we will work with. It is all very vague, though, and doesn’t help me feel any better. One message spoke about how difficult the month of August was and I can completely relate. I am super happy to see August gone but I worry that September won’t be much better. The confusion of energy is exhausting me and makes me feel so unable to act and even if I could act I have no idea what I would do.

Indulgence

Over the last couple of days I have been feeling drawn to read up on anything metaphysical. I guess I am searching for some rational explanation for what is going on with me. I am also trying to find out what I am suppose to do next. Am I suppose to be using my gifts again?

I have read more channeled messages than I ever have in my life. I never get much out of channeled messages. They are all so wordy and repetitive, as if the Spirit that is communicating is trying to distract us by the numerous words. I like to get to the point, which is likely why I have never been too good at channeling. I am too impatient to listen to long, drawn out messages. I just want a nice, short paragraph that gets straight to the point. I found some reassurance that what I am experiencing is normal, but nothing substantial.

I did, however, find something in a recent article – Scientific Approach to Reincarnation and the Journey of Souls After “Death”. In the article there is an section about Dr. Micheal Newton’s finding on what occurs between life. In this section, stage nine specifically, there is one particular sentence that stood out to me: ” This meeting is also to encourage us to have patience, to hold true to our values, to trust ourselves in the midst of difficult situations, and to avoid indulging in anger and negativity”. Specifically the very last point about indulging in anger and negativity really hit me hard. I understand it well.

A memory hit me from my late-twenties in which I had an experience where I realized I was drawn to the negative, specifically to feeling negative and depressed. When I realized this I was able to immediately pull myself out of it. Also, my guide has told me simply to say “Stop” to those thoughts which are negative. It does work, but it is a lot of work at first and, honestly, I do find that I am drawn to the negative. So the word “indulge” really made sense to me. Is it an indulgence?

To indulge is to “allow yourself to have or do something as a special pleasure”. Do we really find pleasure in anger and negativity? I think I do. At least, I recognize that I find enjoyment in being negative.

It seems to me that it would make since that negativity and anger would be considered a “pleasure” because when we are out of our bodies and Home we are surrounded by the opposite at all times. Our very nature is the opposite. So, in a weird way, that which is negative could be addictive as it allows us to experience something we are not. It is like those who are addicted to a powerful drug like heroine. It allows them to feel such intense pleasure that is so alien to their life in a body that they seek it out over and over.

Could it be that I am struggling to not indulge in negativity?

At first, when I saw I had fallen into the trap, I was hard on myself, but my guide pointed out that I am doing far better than most. I internalize most of the negativity I feel. I do not push it on others. I do not take it a step further like so many do. I do not allow myself to be overcome by it to the point of losing myself in it. I fight it and have been victorious. Yay – I guess. I have a long way to go, that is for sure. Thankfully I do not indulge in anger. lol

More to Learn

As I struggle to keep from indulging in negative thoughts and actions, I am also obviously struggling with an intense desire to return Home. A part of me is fighting this life and I am aware of a deep dissatisfaction that pervades all that I do. It comes with a feeling of impatience. And a feeling of waiting. I honestly feel that I am waiting for my next set of instructions which usually comes with feeling direction and purpose. I have neither right now. As I wait, I struggle because it is so very hard to wait. And I am told this is important; that I am learning and still need to learn more. There is a lesson that needs to complete still. When I hear this from my guide I roll my eyes and let out a huge breath. I feel like lessons are the worst. I feel like a student being told by her teacher that she has to do one more chapter and answer the questions before she can be released from school. After that, well, its playtime, right?