Starlena has shared her experience with us, which I post. A number of people have written in having had similar experiences. A number of people have written in thinking I wrote this, but in fact I did not.
Until two weeks ago, my knowledge of the rising energies of this time was almost solely intellectual. I’d been reading a lot of material and the information resonated with me. I had ascension on my mind. However I lacked any indication that I was heading in that direction.
Sure, I had headaches, body aches and fatigue, but that’s the story of my life. I longed for a sign. I felt I was being left behind, my situation all the more lonely because most of my friends and all of my family members roll their eyes when I dare bring up the subject of 2012. Then, on a Friday . . .
I awoke with a headache. No surprise there. That morning, at my job—which I normally enjoy—I scrambled to tackle an ever-higher stack of projects that threatened to cascade off my desk. A harried coworker expressed dissatisfaction with my productivity, adding to my stress level. On this day, multitasking meant working at a furious pace while obsessing on a personal issue, a feat which normally I couldn’t have accomplished since I suffer from a tiring medical condition.
My nerves had gotten stuck on red-level alert. Over the hours I barely ate even a leaf of lettuce. Several times I almost threw up. What was happening to me? None of this is my usual experience, and, as if it weren’t enough, late in the workday my obsessing compelled me to do something completely out of character: I had a talk with someone I cared about, addressing what to me was an extreme situation.
As he listened, my vulnerability gushed forth in a way I’ve never allowed in this lifetime. And I sounded foolish. Yet my truth just spilled out until I’d explained everything I was feeling. What I received back was nothing mirroring what I’d revealed. I hadn’t expected it to be, and it would have created a whole new set of complications anyway, but still I turned away my face in disappointment.
Back at my desk, my own trinity of guilt, shame and embarrassment met me. I’d burdened someone with emotions that I should have kept in a jar in the dark. Why had I loosened the lid, much less created a mess? What I’d said was inappropriate, silly even. Some new-age role model!
I craved fresh air. Outside, my feet struck the sidewalk, each step pounding out anger from every area of my life—unfulfilling relationships, my high-speed blender of a job, my substandard financial status, my rage against the cabal and my sorrow over recent disasters. Pound, pound, pound. Oddly, I had lost the foot pain that had plagued me in recent months. In a burst of creativity I spewed dialogue funny enough to write down. Pound, pound, pound. My thoughts changed; I began to value the fact that through my (admittedly lame) actions I had gained valuable information about the subject of my obsession. I resolved to keep the good of the situation and discard the bad.
Then, in a flash of realization, I understood what my day had been about. I had cracked open my protective shell, exposing a deeply-flawed yet loving human being, so someone else could accept me—or not—in all my neurotic glory. To me that’s real progress. The rising energies had pummeled me, causing me to accomplish in one day something that previously would have taken a decade. Now I know I’m walking the challenging, time-accelerated, light-filled path that I had read about. Who will I end up to be?