To Wake-up, Certain Things Will Be Asked of Us

2011-01-04 1st Journal, Mayan day 2 Night or House ♥ TRANSCRIPT: http://www.scribd.com/doc/46344575 Intro: It has been a few days since I wrote a journal, so I come to this one, now, to see what lies within. So often, in the absence of journaling, I simply don’t know. I don’t know what the magic is, here - just that there is magic. That is enough. I buried Harmony Cat’s body yesterday. It would have been the day before, but digging the grave proved too much of a challenge to accomplish in one day. So it took two. Oh well - it got done. She had gone past rigor mortis, which made it easier. I could arrange her body, and not dig more to arrange the hole. What work digging is. I respect the people who do it more, now. The good thing was that I felt she had withdrawn pretty well from the body. It felt clean and good, to be in that dance with her - giving her this time and home space to do the necessary work of withdrawal. Very nice, it felt. Would that all beings crossing over could have simply that. In our New Earth, our new society, let us make it so. It is beautiful to respect and nurture one another. We truly need, both to do that, and to receive that, as well. It is marvelous, how this simple respect and nurturing will help blossom the soul. We allow the tenderness of the Love that the Is-ness is to flow sweetly through us. We become part of that flow. It is Life, itself, which in these current days we seem so cut off from. These days are hard... Distributed by Tubemogul.