Soul Contract

I don’t know what we’re meant to do together but something is going on. And it seems as I’m typing this there is in an unspoken “will” that’s going on and directing my path beyond what words say. I feel like he’s blocking my path to Texas and perhaps I am too but it’s not clear to us. Our higher selves (the Holy Spirit) is making the moves and my lower self – ego mind feels powerless and very confused. But about a week ago I had the dream of Skyla in another room carrying a movie screen (like a TV) and I was in another room holding onto a TV for dear life and had no power.

She’s the one walking the path of the script for me and I’m powerlessly just holding onto the screen as it moves me where she is directing the path. This is a crazy thing to walk by the spirit because I’m not sure I have a choice anymore at all in the matter. I’m just a passenger having the experience but I can’t look at it that way either because it makes me sound like a victim. Skyla is part of me and she’s experiencing this with me. She knows best.

This helps me to take my attention off of D. He’s going through this with me – he’s not the enemy. We are both the ones having our lives directed by something bigger than us and we’re both having strange sensations, losing things and people and we’re both trying to figure it out and learning to let go.

I wish I could trust it. I have no other choice. My son was removed and miraculously given a job. It’s like something bigger than me is clearing a path for something I’m being asked to step into and I can’t see what happens next but I’m here. I’m at the part of the script where I’m handed the blank sheet of paper and I’m being asked to trust. I’m being asked to silence the monkey mind and hear the subconscious spiritual mind that’s connected to Skyla.

She doesn’t speak to me in words. She speaks to me in songs and visions. Maybe that’s a big part of this whole thing is learning to hear the voice of God by simply knowing he doesn’t speak english to me. He speaks in another language and the angels speak in another language. What are the visions, the music that plays in my heart and can that be the only thing I tune into and can I cast all thoughts with words to the side and know that’s not the divine language?