Disturbia

Solar Eclipse  4-8-24 from PC’s back porch

     Hauled out of bed at 8am, pushed by an urgent mental sense of disturbance.  I had already been awake 3:30-4:30, what we old folk lovingly call the witching hour. I spent it sensing my body, this time collecting unusual impressions, such as an itch in my left armpit which felt oh so good to scratch, as well as the softness of the skin there, and the whole posture of lying in fetal position on my left side.  I reached up emotionally to touch Divinity, but I cannot write the impressions therefrom; rather, I wish not to set them out for others to see.  I will say I felt disconnected, still wonder why and pout “I won’t do this anymore.”  Can’t hear my own voice in this sitting, so what to do?  

     Of course: I can and did read Lee van Lear’s posts on Substack.  They have reeled me back in. I surmise that I may have been making demands on my “Santa Claus God,” and how often does that work?  That may be a worthwhile impression but it brings back hopes to encounter the Almighty in a manner that can be survived, which possibly, as they say, exceeds “my pay grade.” IE, Me making “non-law-conformable” demands again just as fast as I recognized I did so. “Yea, but, Lord….”

       

     Forgive me my impatience and hubris.  Abide sweetly in my being today.  And do likewise for my tribe, I pray.

      I pray healing for our young PW’s father, who suffered heart attack about two weeks ago.  Restore him quickly, Lord, to full function and grant him long, healthy  life, for the sake of this close knit family. I ask in the name of your Beloved Healer.