For the last few days, I think I have been playing around with different energies. It's an interesting and exciting multidimensional game for sure. I'm so fascinated by the different energies that come through many different channels. I'm learning how to hold them in my field and let them illuminate where my identification with them is, while also working to heal myself and come back to my soul alignment.

A few days before, I had a BS energy attack working around my mind out of nowhere. Only minutes later, one of my relatives came to visit me, and he needed some facilitation (help), all to do with the conflicts in his mind. So I knew I was picking up on his energy field. I could feel the BS energy being dismantled after the conversation. But it would be naive of me to claim that this does not belong to me. It also illuminates my insecurities, like a fear of vulnerability. I was pretty confident I said the right things but after he left, I saw how I could have lower my guard.

Yesterday, throughout the day, I was pretty much in the creative flow, making some creative content for the website. In the evening I felt to go to the nearby mountain. When I reached there, I had clear guidance to go to the topmost rock of the hill, but when I climbed up to the top, I saw a few people sitting in the vicinity. This was not something my mind liked. I didn't trust the guidance. Maybe it was just my imagination. So I decided to go to the secluded space where I would not be too exposed. On the way, I met a friend who has a pleiadian vibe. Maybe it was him or the energy of the place where I chose to sit, but a few minutes into my initial meditation, I could feel a depressive, tired energy all over me. I didn't notice it at first. It was all too easy to consider it as part of my own being. After all, I had identified with this energy for all my life.

But then it clicked ~ "This is not mine." Now the guidance made sense. So I went back to top most rock and sat there. I was back in my soul as if by magic. There were a few teenagers there, but they didn't bother me so much, and, quite contrary to what my mind thought, they were a welcome synchronistic reflection. The guy with the black shirt sitting away from the group spoke to me about the void. And the other teenagers, colorful and vibrant, spoke to me about the rainbow qualities emerging from the void. Both were equally beautiful, and one completed the other.

When I descended the rock, I met the guy again. On the surface, he seemed pretty joyful and playful. But the energy spoke differently. This was my internal dynamic of the grey energy I picked up yet again. "There is no meaning to life. Why should I even tune in to my soul and express myself from that place? Nobody cares! It's tiring to repeat the same thing yet again. I would rather be here in this sadness. There is no point anyway".

There was a guest in my energetic field apartment. He wanted to dine with me and later watch a movie. But the warrior in me wanted to sit with him, or perhaps meditate. It would be too rude if I rushed to send him back. Ray 3 wanted to inquire, "What is the grey area in me through which this guest has come?" Ray 2 wanted to soften any judgment and hold a compassionate space. So I sat with him and later even sang a melancholic song on my ukulele ~ Ray 6? My friend called by then, and a few minutes into the conversation, I could feel the guest leaving and the soul coming alive yet again

I went for a hike today early morning. There was also a desire to shoot a new video. In the creative process, I could see how Ray 1 and Ray 3 were getting distorted. I think it's coming from a lack of trust that creation will simply happen when I hold the space for the soul to flow. But the distortion wants to effort and bring it into manifestation.

I saw many beautiful synchronicities. A big beautiful butterfly reflecting the sweetness of the soul. The view, the meditation, and the music of the breeze and the birds after the coffee were all indeed beautiful. There was a chameleon who wanted to play with me and tell me a story about the reptilians. So we had a conversation.

Many hours after coming down from the hike, I'm back at my home, and the reptilian friends are still with me. They are animating some core wounds - a sense of superiority, self righteousness, needing importance, and love, mainly from a paternal figure. I think this is karmic and I can see when I look back all through my life this has reflected in my reality through various characters.

I'm learning how to work with this energy. Starving this energy is not an option, neither is falling prey to it. A balance needs to be found, a subtle play of the soul flow. Finding that spark of self-compassion, not forced but allowing it to naturally arise through my being. Being friends with this energy, welcoming it while drawing boundaries. Arriving at the right boundaries by trial and error and by feeling into the dynamics. Taking it easy on me. Not pushing it too far, too hard. Not being attached to the outcome and realizing it's not about the outcome but the revelation of different soul frequencies. I think the inner work is about aligning these energies within us and finding an aligned expression for them.

I can see a wolf with golden eyes looking through my window ~ a reflection of my consciousness. I feel to stop there.

Vimal