"Whether we fall fast or slow,
we can affect what we allow into our consciousness."
Ann: Hi Robin, I feel you hovering. Even in death you have a very specific vibration - kind of unrestful actually.
Robin: Yes, yes, but it got you out of bed, didn’t it?
What I wanted to say has to do with the falling nature of the unconscious. As we travel from day to day, from moment to moment, we are, in a sense, falling. Some fall at warp speed, some by almost imperceptible inches, but all of us fall, and our consciousness trails behind us.
Sometimes it wakes us up in the middle to the night to say, “Hey, remember me, I was the little fat guy on the corner of Maple and 1st that leered at your boobs”, or maybe, “I was the beggar on the street that you pretended not to see but now you remember my face.”
Sometimes it’s not so nice, and we fall over and over again into our own hell until we feel that we are not even circling the drain, just churning dark water that laps at our souls.
But falling fast or slow, we can affect what we allow into our consciousness. If requested, our better angels are always available to act as ushers or sometimes as gatekeepers to prevent the flotsam and jetsam of past traumas and memories from getting the best of us.
I came with the door to that consciousness wide open, and I could not shut the voices off until my angels turned them into monologues and riffs that I could use to see, to learn, and to entertain myself and others.
The takeaway from all this is that letting yourself fall into consciousness may expose you to sights and experiences you might not have chosen, but consciousness is the only door to happiness and comfort.
So, my friends, when you hear those little voices, sense those fleeting images, pay attention, say hello and invite them in for coffee or something stronger, for they have come with something special to say to you, to you and no one else. They will help you claim your own unique consciousness.
You don’t have to rattle on like some of our acquaintance, just see where they lead you. And if it starts to feel uncomfortable, don’t turn back, just yell for help. “Michael, oh Archangel Michael, get your butt over here and heft that sword so these bad guys don’t storm the place.”
Or maybe it’s your own little angel with a quiet voice saying something you need to hear. As one little angel said to me, “Robin, it’s your time, sweetheart, we have a lot of work for you, just not in your present location, perhaps somewhere with a closer commuting distance.”
You don’t need to die to make that move though it’s not that far, just let your consciousness just keep falling open and see where it leads you.
September 9, 2019