Reality Mismatch

Something fundamental has shifted. Many things have fallen away and consciousness has expanded. I can’t talk about certain things with others. Well, I can. I mean, I’ve tried, but to no avail. They don’t get it. I’m dissatisfied with the conversations because they don’t have the frame of reference to understand what I’m saying.

It is sad, in a way, and sort of lonely, but I totally understand. It's a natural evolution. They mean well. They give me suggestions and/or tell me I’m over reacting. They don’t see that the origin of reality is at stake for me. They don’t see that my life literally depends on it. In their reality, it doesn’t matter. There are many, many layers between the cause and effect for them. In my reality, it’s sourcing my life and cause and effect are almost instantaneous.


I'm not angsty about these things, just mindful of them. I like talking about things I'm mindful of. My guides have been very vocal and very clear today. It’s a good thing, as I need to look within now. My old methods of sorting things externally are no longer effective. It’s a lonely feeling, this feeling like I’m not understood by ones whom I’ve come to rely on, ones who knew me better than I knew myself. In the context that they knew me, I no longer exist. Everything’s different now. We speak different languages. We have different constructs.

No wonder re-entry was more difficult this time. As I become proficient with being comfortable with my inner guidance, I think re-entry will become easier. This is a good thing, since I'll be coming and going every year. There will be a new point of reference, a new Jerusalem.

Things I used to think were critical to my survival are no longer relevant. I let them go with love and a bit of sadness in my heart. There's no going back. Fare thee well. Shalom.