such a beautiful boy

She was floating just above the ground. There was no need to stay aground.

She had witnessed the loving power and embrace of the Divine coursing through her hand and heart and eyes and words.

Her pleasure now came from just observing and experiencing the experience.

She managed to set the security alarm, switch off the lights, turn the blinds and lock the door.

There was someone on the other side of the door. Odd.

And she realised that that synchronicities had begun to flow once again.

He was so beautiful, so handsome, so sweet, so warm and so gentle. Soft.

She was able to function in his reality and talk about his day and the weather.

"How was your day?"

"Long... and it's been raining."

Hmmm, she was able to let that go...

"Yes, apparently it's going to snow."

"It's snowing in the north."

"Oh, really?"

"You're leaving work late."

"Um, yeah..." Charming smile.

She didn't need to say more. She forgot what she would have said, anyway. Half in her body, half exploring the astral realms and loving it.

Scintillating conversation, the words poets can only dream of stringing together.

One can't really blame him, he was going from one job to another job, number crunching and not really getting paid for it. And not knowing how to release himself into a place of ease and growth, into the true nature of his essence and existence.

She did not intuit this. Usually, this channel received her knowledge and wisdom from the mouths of others. There were too many coincidences today.

It tasted really sweet today.

She had already spoken to him twice on the phone that day, and had even had the cheek to tell him off for bugging her with his Post-It notes all over the office.

And she had been wanting to meet him for ages, since she had heard so much about him... and, now, there he was.

A block related to meeting men had definitely shifted.

A lot better looking than she imagined him to be. That is usually the case.

Electricity.

At least, this time around, the tall, dark and handsome man was staring her in the flesh. There was a physical presence she had allowed into her life.

They talked a bit about work, she was in a confused space and then realised that... it was all okay. So what if she was babbling nonsense about boring accounts? So what if she was talking about work when he was tired and possibly didn't want to talk about it?

She was being her genuine self. And she really craved to speak with him. As it stood, they didn't have much to say to one another apart from the basic niceties and figures and payroll.

And then the heavens opened and poured God's mercy upon the both of them, upon the office space, and upon the mosque two doors down.

"Well, don't stay too late."

That tickled him a lot. He laughed aloud, "I don't really want to be here!"

She couldn't stay longer: there was no excuse, plus she was tired. And he had work to do.

And she was becoming acutely aware of the sexual attraction he had kindled inside of her. Five years younger than her, from her own ethnic group and possibly related in some intricate, entangled mess. Plus, he had the same energy as her first love... absent mother and father, violence, hurts, betrayals, he is yet to grieve and to heal.

Thank goodness she was the psychic one, and she hoped he didn't pick up too many of her 'come hither' signals.

She could feel the familiar pull of wanting to take him, as she wanted to with all of the little boys she knew, in her arms and open them up to feelings they were unaware they could feel with a nurturing, protective, safe, gentle, delicate love.

Opening their hearts to feel, to release it all, to live, to then scream in ecstasy and to breathe free.... to be the true nature of themselves...

And that's when she knew she had to go.

The bodily and emotional responses cut through the sense and wisdom like a samurai's sword.

She knew better this time.

She sang out "God be with you" in what had become an automatic formula that had lost it's meaning and he replied the same.

Retroactively, as she travelled home on the bus, exhausted, she really sent him divine Love and wondered if he had eaten his dinner. She loved him. Purely. Just like the first one. Programming can be such a powerful thing if one is unaware. Thankfully, she was aware now.

This little serendipity was such a blessing. Such a sweet, unexpected blessing.

Such a beautiful boy. Like honeysuckle. She could see herself in him, of course. That is why her heart spontaneously opened up to let him in.

"May he receive the help he needs in perfection... may he be able to reach his fullest potential. May he know true Love."

Just contact with the divine masculine or with those she could pray for... was such a blessing now.

Her heart continued to sing and asked for more tall, dark, handsome men... some of whom she could have a spiritual partnership with.

Well, that was her ego talking.

She needed just the one true love this lifetime.

Promiscuity may have been in her energy, but the way she had been living her life, it would seem she had taken a vow of celibacy to counteract the chaos of previous lifetimes.

These tiny signs from God were so sweet, as though He had tucked away tiny presents for her to uncover along this treasure hunt of reality.

And sometimes, she got whacked by a big smack of humiliation.

ebb and flow....

grace and justice...

karma must be balanced...

She allowed for herself to be in the space of neutrality and non judgement.