Oh Beth,
I was so impressed with your post in this section. I must have liked your metaphors of your house so well I had a couple of dreams of my own. They were more in the form of a graph or diagram. And the background was a light yellow. In the meantime, I thought I would share my take on my life as a metaphor. A different angle perhaps.
Three Houses
I first began connecting the physical and the spiritual in a organized way the last few years. At least in a way I could form a sytem of thought on how it worked.I come from a family who the parents were part of the living environment. As opposed to say, them living way across country and keeping in contact meant phone calls and occasional visits. Weekly visits, usually on weekends. A way of life really. I lived with my grandparents a significant part of my early years. My children are following through in the same manner. The three houses I discovered are three aspects of me. This is something I was never so aware of until suddenly things began to shift or change in my real world.
I've had a house for many years. It served it's purpose, and still does in a paradoxical sort of way. My parents had a farm. This was my other home. It was certainly showing it's age as well as my own. My mother decided she wanted a new house (don't we all[
]). So my dad went to work on making it happen. I was quite impressed at their plans and their moving forward with this plan. They even included me in on much of the plan and decision making. I had such hope for this endeavor. The house was perfect. I supplied the lighting and mirror ideas for the place.
Now I had 3 places. Through the years my things had collected at two. Now I found myself with my things collecting at three. Very odd, and kind of confusing, but it worked. To make a long story short, the third house toppled like something out of a fairy tale. My dad died fairly suddenly, my mother was devastated. She sold all she had and moved on. I was left with my one place and life changed for me forever. I had to figure a way to fit my things from 3 places into one. Even before I returned home, I knew it wouldn't fit. I had no choice and had to do it anyway.Many things toppled at this point in my life. My family dispersed, we all went our separate ways. My past caught up with me on many levels. I learned of multidimensional life in my multidimental house (3 in one).
Now if I can only know which came first, me or my house? Or the question may be,at what level at what time do I work to move on as my mother did. I've always had clues and a feel for things before. Now I have nothing in that sense. This seems like a good place to be. A good place on a certain level that is. I'm just trying to figure out the rest. How to move with the least amount of effort.Where to move because I can't stay here (too much work).
Most would say move to where your work is. Well, that's what I'm trying to avoid. God help me. [
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I was so impressed with your post in this section. I must have liked your metaphors of your house so well I had a couple of dreams of my own. They were more in the form of a graph or diagram. And the background was a light yellow. In the meantime, I thought I would share my take on my life as a metaphor. A different angle perhaps.
Three Houses
I first began connecting the physical and the spiritual in a organized way the last few years. At least in a way I could form a sytem of thought on how it worked.I come from a family who the parents were part of the living environment. As opposed to say, them living way across country and keeping in contact meant phone calls and occasional visits. Weekly visits, usually on weekends. A way of life really. I lived with my grandparents a significant part of my early years. My children are following through in the same manner. The three houses I discovered are three aspects of me. This is something I was never so aware of until suddenly things began to shift or change in my real world.
I've had a house for many years. It served it's purpose, and still does in a paradoxical sort of way. My parents had a farm. This was my other home. It was certainly showing it's age as well as my own. My mother decided she wanted a new house (don't we all[

Now I had 3 places. Through the years my things had collected at two. Now I found myself with my things collecting at three. Very odd, and kind of confusing, but it worked. To make a long story short, the third house toppled like something out of a fairy tale. My dad died fairly suddenly, my mother was devastated. She sold all she had and moved on. I was left with my one place and life changed for me forever. I had to figure a way to fit my things from 3 places into one. Even before I returned home, I knew it wouldn't fit. I had no choice and had to do it anyway.Many things toppled at this point in my life. My family dispersed, we all went our separate ways. My past caught up with me on many levels. I learned of multidimensional life in my multidimental house (3 in one).
Now if I can only know which came first, me or my house? Or the question may be,at what level at what time do I work to move on as my mother did. I've always had clues and a feel for things before. Now I have nothing in that sense. This seems like a good place to be. A good place on a certain level that is. I'm just trying to figure out the rest. How to move with the least amount of effort.Where to move because I can't stay here (too much work).
Most would say move to where your work is. Well, that's what I'm trying to avoid. God help me. [
