On the verge. On the edge of, teetering. Up, down, up, down. Heave ho, heave ho. I know you can feel it, it’s real.
It’s critical mass, centering, adjusting, recentering. Restructuring. Growing, purging, growing.
Imbalance to balance to imbalance. This poetry does not make sense if you look too closely. There is an order in the disruptions.
Sometimes it feels like your stomach is anchored to your heart, pulling, weighing it down. This is your body speaking to you. Learn to “ask”, “What is this trying to tell me?” Your body knows what your brain tries to hide. The more you learn to recognize this gift of intuition, the lighter it becomes.
This is you learning to use a full circuit. Mind, body, spirit. All one, all connected as intended. This is a flow state, harmony. This is peaceful resonance. This is the regulation that controls the surge.
Allow yourself a moment of reticence when tasked. Give it to your heart and let your heart transmute the matter.
Channeled message from Margerie Thatcher.