I’m sitting here waiting. Rushing, rushing to wait. I know you know this drill. It’s what we do. I’m catching a flight – or I was- and the flight was over an hour late thus destroying any hope of catching my connecting flight. Six extra hours in the airport….
But wait…I always look at life as an opportunity. So what’s here, at this airport, this corner of the galactic freeway? I’ve been listening to global conversations of political idiocies, religious differences, observing people’s expressions, watching every size, shape, color and style. It’s been fascinating. It’s also made me reflect.
I had an incredible flying dream two nights ago. In the dream I remembered how often I do this ~ fly ~ and the “ease” of cosmic travel. I was so far out in space I could see earth as a speck. What a counter balance to sitting here at PDX. The visceral impact as well as spiritual reality of literally flying, has kept me incredibly alert here at the airport to every possible connection, every magical encounter, listening for words of wisdom from fellow traveler’s waiting for their flight. And delving into possibilities…
What if every global airport was a portal into the greater reality, traveling to other worlds, planets, to dimensional locations, to a gateway to the other side? What if? Well…why the hell not? We have power places on the planet that help awaken our senses to our true destinies. Ancient traveler’s marked this earthly power grid to assist our awakenings, our conscious expansion. Why not apply the same “perceptions, ” principles ~ because it always boils down to perception ~ to airports as power stations. A magical access on the star gate grid? If we all shifted our awareness to embrace the possibility our ticket could take us to anywhere, any when…and if we all applied this belief, this perception, then guess what? Our reality would shift. We could commute to the other side, hang out with friends and family no longer hanging in this reality, skip across to another dimension, take classes, enjoy the scenery, take in the vistas.
We are only limited by our beliefs. With the important players in my life shifting “cosmic locations,” I’ve contemplated every access route, every terminal, concourse, gateway of communication. Of visitation. Because I believe everything is possible.
So I’m waiting ~ however I’m patient because the portals await and my “special access” boarding pass is in hand as my name is called out on the airwaves. So what do you think? What do you believe? Is everything possible? Come join me, magic awaits. Worlds wait.
Cosmic sunshine to you