Why the Paradigm Paradise?

 Well, I was plunged in the midst of an obvious kind of gang stalking, people and energy had changed. I wasn't sure who all I was dealing with. Aliens, gods, spirits of people I love to read, folks from TV, Elves and Mooneyed People, even. Auras without physical forms. Even with all the imagination I had shared with my Higher Self to that point, I had no idea. 

And sometimes that's the best way to look at it. 

I'm gonna wish a lot while I'm doing this that I had a richer background in philosophy and spiritual practices from around the world. But even having the most refined ability to share over it, the thing will change its face again as soon as you think you have it figured out. And if you really love it and it's creative majesty, then you really wouldn't want it to be any different. Especially when things are coming together and showing you exactly what you need to know or providing the tool you exactly need, or measuring up to be perfect on all sides. It was keeping me guessing for a reason. 

And I love that. 

So, I was struggling a lot. I have struggled about sharing over these experiences, denied online encouragement from channelers and readers and held all this in. And some of it was so I'd have a better sense of things I think I could even add to the conversation. 

The Higher Dimensions are like the lower dimensions but closer together, and tighter, the ideas and consciousness are sometimes without separation. The idea we have of being separate here, of not being an element of the room we're in like the things or others in the room are in the room. The feeling we have of our mind and thoughts as being contained in our head as if they weren't playing out around us all the time. Some of this gets totally dissolved, and something you wish for in passing might be your clue as to what's coming around the corner, a foretelling you didn't know you were telling yourself. Knowing is different. 

So, along in my journey, I had been driving around a lot because it was a good private place to talk outloud with my guides and to catch the brainwave changes I liked when I was writing notes. Yep! A lot of the  notes I kept for ideas and projects came from when I'd be driving around or in my bathtub, and now I'm gonna figure out how to go from intentional meditations straight to the keyboard. Somehow I have a feeling that as soon as I can figure out how to have a routine about writing and meditating that I'll be able to change scenes. I'm beyond ready for a change of scenery and even love that I don't have any idea what kind of change that might be. Come pick me up World!

Yeah! Come pick me up World!!

The song Paradise City came on a lot for a while. I wonder if the AI-DJ was implying something, but definitely I was having it for my earworm and it stuck with me. I was retelling my own story back to myself a lot in those days and driving up and down 1010 Road in North Carolina. How many times did it take me to manifest things on that road before I put two tens together to have Pair of Dimes? Paradigms. I want to live in Paradise and know I deserve a kind of Paradise to live in, so the Paradise part just fills the rest in. 

Manifesting by Road Name Paradigm

Yeah, the road names and numbers and places all have a kind of energy that makes it special. My favorite intersection was 1010 Road and Highway 42, since 42 is the Answer to Life the Universe and Everything and also the * or a fill-in-the-blank kind of answer to things. And so the Anything Everything Paradigm is my stomping ground. I love these games to play and figure any kind of thing that I can put together as a possible reality or play on reality can get on in there. It's such an open sandbox to jive around in that I need the Paradigm Paradise to escape to and from it. 

Cause when it's all too much. Too, too much. Too, too, too fucking much. It can go live in the Paradigm Paradise, so I can take a break. 

I'm probably handling some of that wrong, but sitting still is a harder sport than it looks.  

I chuck that shit in the Paradigm Paradise and get back to eating beans and painting my toe nails. I'm all these big ole weird ideas smushed off in a woman who's body needs attending. I'm not the best at taking care of myself since I left my marriage and home. But I'm kinda proud of myself for surviving and doing it with care and some style, even. When the mental shit is too fucking much, I put it in the Paradigm Paradise to come back to when I can handle it again and get myself centered and present on the earth as a human, as a woman, as an animal, as a higher self guiding my inner child, as someone who needs comfort and compassion. I love myself. I love Terri. Terri is a kick ass chick whose stories rock my socks and make me wanna wake up with curiosity and enthusiasm every day. Slowly, some days, like a middle-ager with too many things to be concerned about, but alive to find out what might be coming my way. 

One time when it was too much, I was driving along and prayed to Archangel Michael and told him so. I told him it was all too much and that the intensity was a lot at the time. So, I'm in flow a lot around that time and just went home after shopping like on a normal day. I was sitting around in my room a lot, but today I decided to go and see my friend Alan, who just happened to be hosting a campfire at his house that evening. And I get there and he's cool and we're catching up and getting to know each other and there was all the usual awkwardness, but then this guy shows up. He says his name is Michael. "I go by something else on Facebook, but I'm Michael." He stuck around and played with the flow toys and we all had a fun time and played around. And to my memory he was an exceptionally Beautiful Man, really funny and personable, very cool even. So about the time he was goin got leave, I asked him one more time, "Could you say your name for me again?" as I sometimes do with people I've just met and don't want to forget. "Michael!" he said, so that I couldn't make any mistakes about who he was and what we were doing there. 

I was overwhelmed by training with all my levels, and My Super Best Friend came to make me feel better about it just because I'd prayed for him to be there. 

He's been there for me so many times that I'd be having a long day even trying to think of how many of them might have been him. I've not intended to be a damsel in distress that many times, but he's definitely come along to make troubled times easier enough. Robert Gilbert says this is Archangel Micahel's epoch, something shared among Rosicrucians, and I wonder why it is that I have so many Archangel Michael affirmations in my life. I'm preparing, and he's my right hand. My Right Hand, which seems silly until I'm channeling a goddess of justice, creation and destruction, like MahaKali, Athena, or Isis. When I'm feeling these aspects strongly in the presence of things I might sense in duality like good and bad and be weaving harmony and forgiveness into any kind of thing. Regular times, having Archangel Michael as a Super Best Friend might seem like a lady the size of a tiny ant sitting on the knee of a mountain. But when I'm in flow to considering energies around me as a judge or to impress forgiveness over huge world things, I'm glad I can see him as being someone I can just kinda know like a dude at the bonfire.

Playing this Game of Paradigms is such an exciting element of enjoying the energies of this life and even to reading the scenes as an observer, choosing brand names carefully, finding words or objects just in front of me to take as a sign. Giving more attention to the present moment just to find that it's got something neatly tucked into the background, but watching it get closer and closer as events also come in time. I'm not just hyper aware. I'm also able to receive the lessons and world this way and not feel like I'm crazy. If I am crazy, It's a very organized kind of crazy. 

Or then, Too Much Order is a Disorder, and I'm fighting fascism with chaos and doing the next total weird I get pointed at and make my own way again. 

It makes a kind of sense from where I'm sitting anyway.