Oh... 10:51pm is not the greatest time in the world to start a blog or to not talk in run on sentences. I guess I'm just trying to sort things out. Every time I have been prayed over lately people have had images of eggs and/or nesting. A couple weeks ago, I was breaking out of an egg and experiencing the frustration of cracking out of the shell. Jorella added that I also jumped out of a cake in addition to breaking out of the egg or something like that. But then I was left with the thought over the past couple weeks. "Oh that's sad. One lonely egg."
Today, a couple weeks after me breaking out of an egg, someone saw a nest and the word nesting came to mind. I was in a nest being nourished and fed, but not alone it seemed. (I want to add that they were two completely different groups of people who don't know each other. I didn't tell the nesting person about the egg people.) This nesting business was in reference to me finding a place to live. She assured me the next place I live will be a nesting / nourishing place for my soul. Then, in a different vision/image someone saw a bare tree. There are small white and red flowers, but they weren't growing out of the tree. They had to be placed there or transposed onto the tree. I'm supposed to think about what that means. Tania will not tell me her thoughts until tomorrow, which is fine. I should mull it over in my head for awhile. The whole idea is pretty. But why aren't the flowers blooming from the tree itself? Why are they placed on it? And why are they white and red flowers? I've always liked that combination of colors. And they are highly symbolic colors.
In conclusion: I am breaking out of an egg. We will use the eggs to make a cake, which I will proceed to jump out of. I'll hang out in the nest for awhile and eat some cake. Perhaps, this nest will be placed in a bare tree which someone will place white and red flowers on. Who wants a nest in a tree without flowers?
No, I have not used any drugs recently. I did have some wonderful wine from Chile on Friday. I may read this back a week later and delete it. I'm a little confused. Or the left side of my brain is saying "wait this doesn't make sense! how silly to be a human who cracks out of an egg and this is why everyone thinks you're crazy" and the right side is saying. "awesome. it all makes perfect sense. I should paint it. "
I have to say this is an interesting collection of images. I kind of know what it means, but at the same time I'm scared of it. I've had clearer visions in the past. Or maybe they are only clear to me with the added advantage of hindsight and time. For instance, I didn't realize what the blue/white star-light image was until a month or so later. Even though I had asked for that specific thing. I asked for an abstract way to depict something very specific that happened almost 3 years ago. I was given the image twice. First, it dropped into my head, which I dismissed as randomness. Then, someone painted the exact vision. I am so forgetful or maybe the word is dense, that I didn't realize that I had gotten what I had asked for. It finally dawned on me what it was, the blue white star light, about a month later. I even asked for this, but alas, I forgot. I knew it had some meaning, but my ability to recall it felt blocked for 4-5 weeks.
So patience. God seems to have an endless supply of patience with me. I have very little patience. And it is very hard waiting.
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