We have very little control over most of what happens in our life. Our universe knows just what we need and exactly when our time is to be on the receiving end. Over the last few years we have seen ongoing turmoil happen right before our eyes. Many of us, including myself have lost loved ones way too soon, tragically and completely unexpected. I’ve been at a loss for words up until now. I am ready to write about my experiences and what I am seeing and feeling.

What seems to be turmoil is bringing us all to a higher consciousness. We are being awakened as truths are being exposed and what was once normal not too long ago is now obscure. Many are rolling with it and there are many who are still blinded by darkness. I understand, truly. What I have learned in my past is that there must be darkness in order to see light. It is our personal perception and how we are willing to perceive each experience that we are encountered with.

I’m going to share some very small personal experiences…

I used to shop in bulk. We are a family of seven and I would go to the supermarket once per week and load up not one but two refrigerators with food. Was it easier? Maybe. I am still unsure. All I Know is that I spent a lot more money than I should have and a lot of stuff was thrown away from going bad. Do you remember a few years ago most grocery stores stopped giving out bags and we had to pay for them? Regardless they were only about five to ten cents a bag, I was not paying for bags! I cannot even tell you how many times I did and my closet was filled with reusable bags! I feel as if the whole bag situation led many of us to stop shopping so often. The pandemic hit. Shelves were empty. I stopped buying in bulk and guess who was shit out of luck with many items. Yes, me. Thankfully that did not last too long. However, it was another eye opener for me and I started making a lot of my own goods. Some of the normal things like bread I made myself and my gardens during the spring and summer were amazing! I now shop with a couple reusable bags and I shop local filling my one fridge with produce, dairy and a couple nights worth of meat at a time.

Losing my Dad on April 7th, 2020 was rough. Tragic, unexpected and way too young. Talk about seeing the light. I felt like I had no choice. In situations like this you are reminded of how fragile life is and how we must seek new ways to move on and let love fill the voids. Memories are what we need to hold on to. My Dad had many underlying ailments and he was just not strong enough to fight the virus, he was only sixty-five. My sisters and I lost him during a very difficult time. We couldn’t even say goodbye. We were unable to go to the hospital and we were told we could not have a funeral. We had to find ways to seek closure. It was so difficult. Seeing the light was our only option.

I am feeling a very strong sense of community shine through. I see it all around me. People, including myself are finding ways to grow their own food and become less dependent. I feel as if we are being brought back to the “golden years”. I may be using this term wrong, hopefully you know where I am going here. People are finding new ways to work. Many have given up their  9-5 because of their views on forced vaccinations, they chose to walk away. Many have chose to realize that life is too short and they are living a simpler life. They have downgraded and following their dreams. Working from home has allowed many to spend more time with their loved ones. Nowadays you can pretty much be a freelancer for anything you choose. I feel bartering systems are just years away, if not sooner.

I can go on and on. Truly. My point is that control in these situations was not an option. We had absolutely no control. We had to find the power within us to rise up and see the light after the dark. It is how we respond, that is our only choice. Continue to have faith over fear, knowing that everything is going to align and the darkness always sheds when you choose to see the light.

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