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A couple of months ago, I realised that writing was an important part of my life and I made the commitment to include it as a regular activity to keep myself grounded, centered and connected.
I had just finished writing my book, Soul Superstar – Healing the Past and Letting Love Shine, and I thought that was it: I was going to go back to my normal life and everything would be good. Ha! I have that song from Mel C pop up in my head, the one that says “It’s just the beginning, it’s not the end, things will never be the same again.” And boy, things were anything but the same again.
What I expected to be the return to normal life turned out to be the beginning of “life: unexpected” (that’s actually the title of the Netflix series I was watching), and after just a couple of weeks, I found myself packing up and setting out on a solo journey, destination unknown.
It’s been a month now, and yesterday as I was walking back home, something struck me: my life felt unreal, or should I say, surreal. The things that were happening to me, the lessons that were coming my way, the amazing people and conversations I had, my journey itself, all of it.
I came home, had a couple of calls, and decided to vacuum clean the house before smudging it, clearing out the old and welcoming the new, as the manifesting course I’m doing suggests. And for the second time this month, I found a scorpion in the house. I shrieked, and freaked out a bit, but I still did catch and release it (in the flower pot outside the building, on the other side of the road).
As I was taking it outside, my friend called. She’d called twice yesterday and I hadn’t found the time to get back to her yet, so I answered. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey
Her: Are you still alive?
Me: Erm…yes…but… can I call you back? I’m holding the phone with one hand, but have a live scorpion in the other. I just need to take it outside and I’ll call you back in two minutes, ok?
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I’m pretty sure I’m my friend’s weirdest friend.
But yeah, back to the scorpion. Last time I found one, someone suggested I look it up to see what it could mean, but I never did. So, since my life’s been quite “generous” in terms of messages lately, I thought I’d give it a try. What I found was very interestingly on point. It said:
“You are being asked to remove and cut out those things in your life that no longer serve you. Evaluate your surroundings with a critical eye to releasing old baggage, letting go of objects that are cluttering up your home, and purging the clinging energy of those that are co-dependent on you. Focus on minimising the enabling of others not to move forward, as well as taking your own steps towards death and rebirth, re-establish your boundaries, make clear decisions about which direction your next few months will take and move on.”
Couldn’t be more on point, in fact.
I’ve noticed recently that the more I keep looking away from what I need to focus on, the more “electrifying” the signs I get to “push” me back on the right track.
So, smudge I did. 2017 is the year of the new, indeed, and I want to give it as much room as possible to expand and spread its magic everywhere, like a big fat octopus! And the first step to do that is making room for it, decluttering. Letting go of the old, of what no longer serves me. Physically, emotionally, I am letting go, freeing up space for the beautiful gifts that are waiting to be delivered. And I can only recommend that you do the same. The feeling of lightness and freedom that you get from it only is worth it, let alone the huge gifts that will come fill that space.
Let’s start making room for magic. What will you choose to let go of today?
