New beginnings

Here's what I love about new beginnings. The promise of tomorrow, of not knowing what lies in store, but knowing without a shadow of a doubt, that's it's gonna be exactly what you ordered up in heaven, when you were planning this glorious adventure you are on now.
If you only knew what greatness lies in store, you'd be whooping your way through every single heartbreak, redundancy and peniless moment. If you only knew that the biggest leaps, the most courageous jumps and the best adventures come from starting anew, you'd be grinning from ear to ear, morning, noon, night.
You may as well start grinning though, cause chances are, if the universe has brought you to read this post, it's because it's also made you close a door somewhere in your life, and you're at the point, hovering between here and there, uncertain of what the future holds. But fear not, my well-travelled friend. The path we're on now, is the path of greatness, of glory, of songs sung at the top of our lungs, without a care of hitting A sharp, or B flat. It's singing Sinatra's words to the tune of your life. The path you've chosen today, is the one that you predestined for yourself once oh-so-long-ago. It's the path which has signboards along the way, secret little signboards propelling you in the right direction, if you'd only slow down long enough to look. And what's the hurry anyway? You're destined to reach the grand finale, complete with your name up in lights, and groupies following your every move, as you take to the stage to sing "I Did It My Way".

P.S. It always has been your way. You just didn't realise that contrary to you being in the shadows, the spotlight was on you all along. You chose not to notice it, because... well I don't know your becauses. Maybe that's just you doing it your way.
And may I add, up there in heaven, all the angels and fairies are fighting their way for front row seats to see you enact part 2 of your grand play.

09.09.09

It's the 9th day of the 9th month of the 9th year. It's also Metro day here in Dubai, but that's another story for another time.

So, all these 9s... They don't just happen for no reason. Nothing ever happens for no reason. This blog entry, you reading it, life, the universe, cosmos, people, plants, animals, numbers.... there's a reason behind everything.

So what is it about all these 9s in our life today? The angels connected for a chat this morning. Beautiful beautiful majestic angels in every shape and size. I asked them why all these 9s, why now, what are they trying to tell us?

That it's the beginning of an ending, they told me. Individually, locally, globally and universally, a chapter is ending, an era's coming to a close, and today, they said, marks the start of that end.

And you know what endings signify, don't you? Nothing can end without something new beginning. If the new doesn't begin, there will be a gap of nothingness, a black hole of sorts. But even a black hole is a something. For it to have a name, a shape, a form, a concept, makes it something. It's alive. It's aware. It just is. It's Something.

Nothing on the otherhand means just that. Nothing. And with nothing, there is nothing. And with no thing, there is no being. With no being, there is no you, or me, or us or them. And yet here we are. We're all here. You, me, us, them, him, her... We're all right here, a screaming reminder that it's not nothing. And in order for the Nothingness to cease, it needs to be replaced with a Something. That something is a new beginning. Our little world is seeing a brand new chapter in its history.

The angels say we're at the beginning of the end. But since matter, time and space is all an illusion anyway, what beginning, what end are they referring to? More conversation with the angels reveal thoughts of transformation.

We're inching out of one phase and sliding into the next. We're in the process of a transformation, they say. A universal transformation. A morphing of the old us, into the new us. A morphing which begins right here, right now, today. Slowly sliding forward to a universal awareness of a newness.

Of what though? What's ending in your life, what new are you moving towards? Are you in the process of walking out of one doorway and in through another? Will you remain You, or will a whole new You emerge? Is this a rest period before you make your grand appearance, or are you still in the last act of the play? Has your new life begun? Are you on its threshold? Are you excited? Nervous? Apprehensive? Cautious? Carefree? Rebellious? Or are you just YOU? Minus the layers, without the frills, the masks and the blinders. Just you, raw, pure and ready to embrace all thought, follow the footsteps of peace and journey towards love, a new beginning, new hope for the Earth. New opportunities of ascension, higher vibrations than ever before, an awakening of the soul-mind, an acceptance of the bigger picture...

So go ahead, take a bow, soak in the adoration, lap up the applause, cause this drama is just about to end, and you, the star, are moving on to an entirely new production.

Another world

Imagine a room, a dark room, where the only light comes from the tip of a burning incense stick. Imagine that room soaked in the aroma of the incense. It’s a room filled with peace and light. There’s a strong feeling of love passed on from one body to another. It’s a room where the souls are hovering above their bodies, playing, dancing and teasing with their angels, with each other’s angels, seeing angels as far as the eye can see. The bodies that house those souls lie motionless on the padded floor. Some cry, others sleep, a few smile. No one moves, saves the souls who continue their dance with the angels. Outside the full moon shines pure and bright.
I lie there watching myself lie there. Soon I leave me behind and I’m off on a magical journey to a land far away, so far that time and space cease to exist, making it the nearest possible place I could be in at that moment. I’m on my own. I float, I fly, I cleanse, I heal. Yet I feel the others there. I feel connected by an invisible bond that my subconscious has acknowledged. I am asked to let go. I try. I really do. It’s not happening. And then in massive gobs and spurts, it comes gushing out of me. I watch myself letting go as though it’s a physical process. I sense that somewhere in another place, others are doing the same. I feel far away yet connected to the now. I feel the room get lighter. I see the hurt flying away. I feel a burst of light going through my body. I see that light, I allow it to go through me, through every single part of me. I welcome it for it takes away the weight. The smiling faces around me start glowing. Their wings encircle me in a ring of protection. They lift me up until I’m flying with them. I feel tiny, I feel big, I’m a giant, I’m a little girl, I’m a woman, I’m a child… This me keeps morphing, going to different versions of me that were holding on to different elements. Each version of me had something to let go. I never allowed those me’s that privilege before. Now I wonder why I ever denied it.
I open my eyes and the peace and calm of the room reassures me. It’s the perfect landing after my journey though space. A journey on which I lost a lot of my baggage and returned feeling lighter than before. A little tree of confidence was planted in my spine. It’s still young, but grow it will. And its fruits will be among the sweetest. I know this. I saw this. I believe this.

Angels

I met an angel yesterday. Actually I met two. Julie and Argus. They radiated love and light. They were beautiful, illuminating and warm. They gave me peace.
I also met another 2 angels that night. One was an earth angel. The other a symbol of love. How lucky can a girl get?

Nerves, the universe, butterflies in your middle and so much more

You know that feeling. The one where butterflies are doing their little dance in your stomach. You’re nervous, you’re neurotic, you’re on the edge. And it goes against everything you think and believe, but sometimes the heart is stronger than the head.

It’s been one of those days. You know, when you do everything possible to run from a situation, but the universe, in it’s own charming way, turns the wheels so that regardless of what you do to avoid a certain thing, that very thing will hit you in the face no matter where you’ve gone to avoid it. But then through all the mess and muck, something inanely stupid makes you laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all. Humans thinking of themselves as wily foxes, sneaking their way through situations, thinking we’re smarter than everything else, above it all even (pardon the pun). And then there’s the universe, sitting on the top floor of the Burj that poor Babu is trying so hard to finish, laughing at our little ways, thinking we’ve outsmarted him, when instead, he’s holding the strings all along, and like the fidgety butterflies, is making us dance to his tunes. He did tell me though, that a long, long time ago, way before we made our way here, we made him promise to do exactly what he’s doing right now, so that we’ll eventually get to where we wanted to be before we even came here. It is a conspiracy theory of sorts, but one that we’ve masterminded ourselves.  The point here? There’s no point in running away from your self-created situations. You might as well face them head on because regardless of what you do, or don’t do, you’ll still get to where you wanted to be, walking down the very path you once created for yourself. And oh, if you could only hear what all the angels up there are saying about you, you’d get a swollen head the size of a football field. It’s your life, you decided this way, way back. And don’t worry, you’re moving in the exact direction you knew you would be at this point in your life. Bravo, I’d say. Or as my friend Johnny would say, Keep Walking.

On the wings of dreams

The universe sent me an email today. Here's what he said:

You know what makes the darkest of times bearable, Muby?Remembering that it's all illusions, in a dreamed-up world, where angels earn their wings, thoughts dress up as things, and that "somewhere back home," you lie safely in bed, in the palm of my hand, snuggled up tight with some big, fluffy stuffed animal.
Nice wings,
The Universe
P.S. I do love watching you sleep Muby

Don't that make you wanna go 'yeehah', click your heels, and do a little jig of joy, while you breathe a sigh of relief. And your heart tells your head that it knew all along that you'd be just fine. That flowers grow for a reason. The grass is green to your eyes only. The trees stand tall and proud, sheltering you with their love. And the universe, in all his michevious glory, does indeed hold your hand every night, while you're in la-la land.