Got 'dem ole Homesick Kozmik Blues

*Originally posted April 10, 2011

You want to taste it, feel the soft warm breath of God, roll in a karmic feather bed connected to Source, with tiny angel fingers touching your brain, firing loving memories of light and sound, seeing (one more time) your true home -- the place you left, the place (right now) you are missing sooooo desperately.

A shamanic opening to inner worlds as well as the higher realms is, literally, happening with many people -- right now. I am guessing that quite a few people, over the past 4-8 weeks, have felt a bit of a "buzzing" for a soul connection, not just/necessarily with a "mate" but with a source/promise of divinity. A magickal time, descending, like a fluffy cloud with angel's wings.

This is going to be an "interesting" couple of months as more and more people wake up to the actual truth of who they are . . . soul memories bursting like sun beams warming fields of golden flowers, a deep ache for the one left behind.

Think back to a time when YOU ached to see that boy or girl in another town, going to another school -- ached to touch them, pacing the floor, counting nickels for gas money -- nothing mattered but the next time you saw them, touched them, kissed them.

Well that is how more and more people are going to start feeling about connecting to that "still, small voice" whispering to them -- right now. Hang tight, 'cause it's about to happen. The alarm clock is set. All across the planet people are about . . .

to . . .

wake . . .

UP.