Gifts 4 and 5: The Missing Link

Gifts 4 and 5: The Missing Link

The fourth gift was the missing link I didn’t know was missing from the book. This opened my mind for the fifth, which revealed the real missing link: the answer to why humans haven’t evolved further by now when we are obviously capable of so much more; of being so much better.

 

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Gifts from Out of the Blue – Part 2

Gifts from Out of the Blue – Part 2

By 1999, my life was processed through the belief that everything happens for a reason. All the lessons and synchronicities had been revealed and the messages received. I recognized how they led me to where, who and what I was now, and could now see they would continue to lead me.

 

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Gifts from Out of the Blue

Gifts from Out of the Blue

Gift #1 – 1991

At the age of twenty-nine – a particularly low point in my life – the Universe saw fit to deliver unto me nine self-awareness assignments. These tasks probably saved my life, but they definitely changed my life and my perception of it, which provided desperately needed “sanity.”  They put me on a trajectory of inquiry; of the self, the Self and the Universe.

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Evocation: Part 2

Evocation: Part 2

When this wheel stopped squeaking, it started moaning quietly, giving me more points of self-consciousness and insecurity. Shortly after the “seal cough,” I began experiencing all manners of skin eruptions. First was dermatitis, in the form of big water blisters on my hands and feet. (Some were as big as two inches wide.) Using a straight pin to poke holes in them and drain the fluid became part of my daily routine. Then there were different forms of dermatitis, eczema, hives, cysts, plantars warts, one benign tumor on my back, and then puberty brought oily skin with acne.  An allergic itching and swelling reaction to mosquito bites ruined more than one vacation day and I got my first cold sore before I’d had my first real kiss, and of course, I had one on senior picture day. 

 

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Evocation

Evocation

Evocation

Neither the cries for help expressed through my physical body, nor the behaviors that followed, were recognized as “red flags.”

No one knew my pain.

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