Pros-etry

Patterns repeat.

They do.

We see them.

I had a quick thing with a human. It felt like a quick thing with another human.

And I didn't know how to interact. To remove myself.

Next time I will.

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Write. Just write they say.

And I do. And I remember the conversation. At the ski lodge.

"I'm a poet, I guess...I've put photos of old stuff on my website"

"It sounds like that's what you want to do..."

"Hmm..." and my heart screams "It is!"

Is this poetry? Prose? Does it matter? Doesn't matter.

Prosetry.

And with that, the website section changes.

Strike that - a new page.

Write. Just write.

So I'll listen. I'll do. I'll listen.

N'aseh v'nishma.

All the things. All the inspiration. All of it.

Mine? My guides? All of us. Brilliance. Love. Joy. Peace.

All of it.

Many things. So many things. Trust the magic of the process. Out of the mind. Okay.

With and without the guides.

So... what's here is all of it. All of it All of it.

I don't censor myself. Much. Here. Or elsewhere.

And maybe that's my gift.

No. that IS my gift.

Because. I'll tell you the truth of the moment.

And. What I've experienced. For real

So. you, we can be with. All of it.

Normalize. Make safe. Ground.

SURVIVE.

tHRIVE. We're on our way.

So... where now.

The astrology said "put it in a poem"

and I had already started.

To Prosetry

ANd allowing love.

Surrendering.

To Source

Spirit.

Light.

Nura.

And we're back

ON my journey so many folx have asked

How are you chronicling your journey.

Resistance. So much. And.

Here I am.

I met Joel on the street the other day. I was (am) still in Taos. Which is it's own tale.

Will these tales get written? Or is that my karma? Or Dharma?

The lessons and healing. Happen the exact way they're supposed to.

And it hurts. And is expansive.

But the synchronisity. And surrender.

Is where the MAGIC happens.

I met Joel on the street the other day. Like so many others of late.

We chatted. We walked around.

While I was waiting on a call.

Or to decide. To again. Get a hotel.

But the guides said "no" - stay on the plaza... near The Taos Inn... but don't book a room.

So... I did what they said.

And we chatted.

And we walked around.

I was bored. But went with it.

"Hey Elizabeth, should I let Nura stay with me tonight? She needs a place to stay..."

My brain "wha....what is happening... sure, okay... ma nishtana ha laila ha zeh mi kol haleilolt"

And there it was. Another kind stranger. And the start of *so* many syncronisities and opportunities for blooming. My soul.

What's relevant?

I've forgotten more experiences than I remember.

And. I'll remember when they're relevant.

Because I've lived it.

Survived. Loved. Thrived.

Darkness. Light. Abuse. Possession.

Healing.

Numbness

Feeling.

ON my way.

Creatively. Going. With. The flow.

Catalyzing you. Seeing you. Serving you. As me. For us all

Life is far more simple than we realize.

When we allow

The Universe.

To love us.

Do we need to know all the things?

It's fun. It's interesting. But do we?

We need to... get to... can't stop...

Be-ing.

So we be.

And learn. In whichever way.

And do it again.

I met Joel on the street. I followed him home. To the cat house. Not so dissiimilar to the cat house of 3 years prior. Or 13 and 20 before that.

He had forgotten to buy batteries. For... no reason whatsoever (except every reason whatsoever) I had bought batteries... and cabbage... earlier that day. I dislike cabbage. And. It is his favorite food.

Of course.

I am here. In the liminal. Available to the systems. And. To my own. And. Willing. With balance. My own way.

Enneagram 8.

Sure. Okay.

If we can bring the entire experience of consciousness back to math. Of everything. Of life. To code. Data. Numbers.

What are we? Wow. I just got a download of the beginning of something big.

LIfe is far more simple. Complicatedly simple. But simple. Than it seems.

1's and 0's.

All of it.

Energy.

Beautiful.

AI can create art. Grow plants. Heal bodies.

Light.

Code.

Codes.

A manifestation of light.

Codes.

Moving around. Hitting and bouncing into everythig.

Creating consciousness.

Frequency.

Love.Back to source

The one.

Compiled together.

For feeling.

okay.

Coded to have experiences. To learn. To play.

And do it again and again and again.

So... why take it so seriously.

Live this life. And the next and the next. Fill it. Enjoy. Play again. Fill. Serve. Enjoy. Play again.

The other day, on the mountain, my friend started singing Mario brothers. I'd recently experienced ego death and true reality.

Pretty much.