From Sensitivity to Sensuality

Hey, friends! I made it home to Colorado yesterday. Whew, that was a long drive. I had "planned" to spend some more time in New Mexico, but the notion to sleep in my own bed for the first time since August 26 set in, and I could not deny the temptation any longer. As I was driving up to my home the crystalline mountains shone their brilliance, I felt elated. And then as it was not until I walked into a dirty house that I realized something. 

I have been living on New Earth, on Theos, and under the Banyan Tree for all the these months gone. I have been in shady Asian hotel rooms and simultaneously in the golden palace of my own divinity, learning how to interact with the world in this new state of being enlightenment.

Then I walked into my house - BAM - I came crashing down to this physical reality - one I had not seen for some months. The house felt stale, piles of dirty representing the stuck, mental energy, which plagues our planet - though some of it appears to be moving quite rapidly these days. 

I became aware of how so much happens in two months. To those who do not know, we might appear to be doing nothing, to be wandering the Earth aimlessly, in some cases, but indeed, we are spiraling into the essence of our divinity in the most grand experience to be had as a human being - the embodied enlightenment experience.

For those who don't know, they will not be able to see. Only a master can know another master of self when they see one in instant recognition. 

I will not say I was pleased to enter a dirty house after a 12-hour drive, but I am thankful for it showed me something, as contrast often does. It showed me the expansion of consciousness I had been operating for the last month or so - I saw in the dirt piles what my new normal had become.

Old Lauren would  have gone into despair that the house was not in order. It is what it is, I sighed. I'll admit I'm borderline on what some call autistic, or extremely energy sensitive. Further, it's not dirt that bugs me, but the stale, stuck energy it represents - energetic OCD, you might call it.

The contrast was in my steady sensation of feeling all shiny and new inside and a deep desire to my surroundings to reflect that. I realized making my bed, vacuuming, and unloading my car was not just a human task; it was the human physical action to bring my own newly reclaimed divinity back into my home.

Rather than being sensitive, my soul suggested we might spiral even deeper in awareness into the sensuality of it all. The sensuality of the dirt piles, the noise of a city, the seemingly unpleasant state of the Earth. And when we move from sensitivity into sensuality, we can remain in the serenity that we have found under the Banyan tree, on Theos, or wherever the flow of our soul's wisdom has taken us - the Third Circle of Creation, the Third Circle of Self-Awareness. 

I want to talk more about my "sight" expanding along with my consciousness, but I need a few more sleeps to distill it into words. I have so much to share, but for now, I'm going to drink a cup of coffee on my porch - after I dust out the energetic cobwebs and make it home again - and view it all through my new lens of sensual perception, rather that heightened sensitive perception. I can breathe with that. See you tomorrow under the Banyan.