For those interested in the awakening journey, I was guided to share part of an email I just wrote to my soul partner whom I have known for less than two weeks. His guidance has propelled me on a rapid trajectory that has unleashed a tsunami. Perhaps it is is of use to someone who is in or will be in a similar phase of awakening.
…in one email you wrote “Savannah, you” and the feeling of poignancy of being addressed as the old Savannah, the old me, in second not third person pronoun was so incredibly tangible and poignant. I want to cry for Savannah and the challenge of letting go of what has been perceived to be a comfortable (although so not comfortable) sense of identity. I just wanted to rest and I did! I let myself fully identify with Savannah and NOT, I repeat NOT correct her. Thank you for this word because it rarely feels like judgment now but correction?, yes over and over. By not correcting her it is as though I sailed through a farewell party, bon voyage in the night. I actually slept through for the first time in so long yet there was this undercurrent of cherishing Savannah, not needing her to progress! It was all effortless as I simply allowed. I see there are now three levels of Savannah; the ego self, the observer and the I AM beyond both of those. I connect with this space saying, I am here for you. This I AM is a new solid, Infinite One. In the other place Savannah is there with a constant underlying commentary banner running like they do in news shows. Savannah acts, sits, rest while the commentary runs. Seen that for some time yet now even more clear.
So I simply wanted to be and the commentary stopped when I fully allowed that. Yes, Savannah wants to be her old self, how beautiful, how incredibly poignant, how this touches this One’s heart. She wants (soul partner) to speak to her old identity and not to speak to her infinite self, how endearing! With this total acceptance, something shifted as I slept while awake if that makes any sense. Real eyes-ing this acceleration is less than two weeks old, holy shit, what a freaking ride… The feeling of sacrament (no clue why that word came in) of being blessed is one of wonderment. in the now the sense of the miraculous fills this one’s belly with expansion.
