the magic in presence.

my mind is naturally up 10-15 before my alarm goes off. 

I told myself lastnight It was optional to wake up in the morning. I’m sick, and progressively getting worse, i need to really sleep It off.

but i woke up to music playing in my mind. I often hear a song there. 

it was one i never heard before. But It told a story i might have known in another lifetime or in a parallel universe, and i woke up feeling the magic in Being.

i went to a funeral Sunday. I haven’t been in a Samoan church for a while. We got there right as people were taking their seats. And the pastor welcomed us and began the opening prayer. 

Because we had made It in the nick of time, my mind was on auto pilot, as soon as i closed my eyes, my mind became still, and all my presence was towards God, and that moment of infiniteness.

I felt like i was being hugged from behind and i open my eyes and look back to see everyone in prayer.

My consciousness is growing with my presence. And every moment has beauty and joy.

This dimension of being sometimes bends at the awakening of my soul. 

and it’s scary sometimes, hard also, in its truths, lonely more so, because no one quite understands, but beautiful none the less. 

the beauty, of being followed by presence and magic, to be connected to the infinite...

i feel so much. It’s like dreaming of flying but in the waking world.