In the oracular richness of the tarot and on occasion they perch upon my shoulder, informing me of energetic subtleties I am learning to recognize. I watch as a box of puzzle pieces are being skillfully dovetailed into place for my unfolding future. A tender blindness coexists with growing insight. My thoughts are like a string of dots, unable to make lines.
Unhooked from the tether of logic, I bow to the gods of intuition and chance.
The movie script gets written just in time to cast myself as the lead and for me to embark on that mythological road. Some acts are heroic while others feel childish as I move through role after role, part after part through the acts of a lifetime.
I am adored by She who made me… Even when I fall, trust has woven a net to catch me with a story to heal me. These perceptions are bouncing orbs in space. And they glide, splitting off into lives of their own.
Finally all the stories and dreams, movies and memories will converge. In that time, the grand finale departure will swallow me. Here comes the blind corner, that sudden swerve has left me breathless and slowing in mid-flight.
My body will be framed with light as the veils part, revealing the other side of this dream world called life. That day I will stand holding hands with my guides, those magical unseen friends who teased me playfully and urged forth in my evolution. On that day as I am transported through the gilded doors, I find myself in the garden of forever once again.