The Purple Light: U-Turn

Sunday, February 18, 2024

U-Turn

By Gillian MacBeth-Louthan

Posted on February 18, 2024

Losing the past and disconnecting from the future offers opportunities that could not exist otherwise. The new age, the old age, all age becomes pointless as humanity makes a U-turn into a place of reconnection. The communication lines between humans are delicate and strained like a butterflies wings in an emotional high-wind. Seeing oneself mirrored in others has become exhausting and most avert their eyes not wanting to see what is right in front of them. The oneness seems miniscule as humanity huffs and puffs and blows the hologram down.

Time waddles forward like an old agitator washing machine from the fifties, keeping things stirred up, compressed and moving around in molecular confusion. The sense of being here and there is as real as anything else on planet earth. Being stretched forward and backward can make one very dizzy and unbalanced. Missing objects are strewn about in-between dimensions, seeking a place to land. The plates of time will continue to rub against one another issuing unexpected seasonal and personal changes. The playing rules of one dimension does not hold true in another.

Time, stars and climates rewrite themselves in accord with new collective laws. Like a change in speed limit from country to uptown. Each door you open will take you down another highway and by-way of self into a multidimensional portal of the yet formed. Fractured parts of human evolution now seek to be cohesive trying to fit into a new diagram oneness; Keeping everyone busy scooping up missing parts of self. Each person is escorted into deep-level aspects of their atomic structure. All Original blueprints are laced with future promises, outcomes and back-doors. To become your true presence you must walk into the deep abyss of all aspects of you. Realities are challenged doing hand to hand combat with the emotions. Time rushes by without a thought, as the whirlwind of dimensional change has us riding our bikes against the wind like the wicked-witch of the east.

Time cannot be forced into a bottle or pigeon holed. Time has grown wings and takes flight into unfamiliar patterns. The sextants of humanity demand that time fly in a direction that makes sense. All sensors of Earth – smell, taste, touch, feel are changing standards. Do not take them for granted, and do not trust them fully as they explore all of their possibilities. What was once written in stone, has now shifted in schedule. What you know to be truth is challenged non-stop on a daily basis. The body has received so many mixed signals, so many conflicting truths it is in overload and seems to be taking on a life of its own. All circuitries are overloaded. Earth is at an intersection of timelines as the Spiritual totem of the year 2024 comes fully into position.

Gillian MacBeth-Louthan