One year ago today, I decided to make Seeking Celestial Grace my full-time job. I had a job offer available to me and I declined it and told Jordan (my husband), “I want to put all my effort into making this my priority. It feels important and feels right.” I re-opened my Instagram, and started posting, started making connections, started meeting friends.
It’s pretty interesting that shortly after, we fell into a pandemic and jobs were at stake in the process. I don’t believe in coincidences, because I believe the work that I did over the last year was very impactful to a lot of people when they needed hope the very most. And that shows me that my intuition to make this work my focus was gifted to me, and I’m so grateful I listened.
And now, a year later, my work is going through a transition. Unsure of what I want this to look like or to become, and trying to figure out how to mold it in the most energetically sustainable way, I’ve put it on hold.
It’s also interesting that on the night of that one year anniversary, I had the strangest dream/spiritual experience:
I was dreaming that I was trying to drive my mother somewhere, but there was something stuck in my eye. When I went to go look in the car mirror at what it was, it was three tiny black stones that always seemed to slip out of my grip when I tried to pull them out. They would slip back under my eyelid and then scratch my eye.
I woke up (no longer dreaming) to Archangel Michael standing over me and he told me it was a symbolism for my third eye, and he’s currently clearing it.
He then put out his hands and they turned into this light scanner (that’s the only way I can describe them). He then started scanning parts of my body and images were flashing in the light – I am unsure if they were past life memories or future life glances. And then suddenly he had a naked person in his arms. This person was adult-sized – I don’t know who they were, I don’t know if they were male or female – and I didn’t know what he wanted to do with this person. So I said, “Not sure who that is, but I give you permission to help me release all expectations and fears,” and then they both vanished.
Strange, I know. Anyway, I could have put this into an Instagram comment but I’ve chosen not to. I decided maybe it’s important and worth referencing later, so it’s better off in a blog post. I’d be interested to hear your thoughts, so don’t hesitate to leave a comment.
Thank you for being along for this journey.