For the past week, I mean not just a feeling like this moment I have lived before but ALL OF LAST WEEK, EVERY SECOND, EVERY MINUTE, EVERY DAY… I felt, no, I KNEW, what was going to happen next.
I absolutely without question knew. It got to a point where I was telling the Universe what she forgot!
I would be sitting with my friend Sean having a beer playing pool and I said “I am going to be beaten next game by a one armed, one-eyed Lesbian!” And sure enough the only person ever brave enough to break into a ritual game of pool played by Sean and myself was honest and truly a one sighted eye Lesbian who beat me with one arm tied behind her back! No Lie…. I wish I could make this up!
Anyway a week of déjà vu, ends to be about 6 days, 23hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds too long to have.
This morning I woke up and… I was in the present; I am in the Now, I am right where I needed to be all along. Not a question of doubt, not a care in the world and happily not a clue what is going to happen next.
I AM HOME… my very own home… Oz is in me. I have arrived at my Being Point!
