Getting hit over the head with signs
Dear loved ones,
Hello. I almost said hello strangers, referring to you, but it is not you who is being a stranger, it is me. I have been staying away from you and my blog. I don’t know how to write what I want to say, and I have started and then erased this post five times already.
First, I have included several paintings at the beginning for you to enjoy, and at least you will have that to look at, because I think what I write from here on in will be nothing noteworthy. But I do want to say it anyway for the record.
Something happened to me on Friday at the beginning of the Thanksgiving weekend, that has not happened before. It has to do with receiving signs and signals. Even now as I go over it, I am mind boggled at the amount and consistency of the messages.
You may at this point wonder what the hell I am talking about because it sounds like gobble gook.
My friend Mr. Perfect took me for a motorcycle ride to an unknown destination. I didn’t know where we were going but he obviously did. The radio was playing and a song came on that I really like. “You’re the Best” by Tina Turner. I sent this song to my divine masculine one time just as a way of telling him what I thought of him. A little while later, on a different radio station, the song plays again. A billboard caught my attention with my divine masculine’s name on it (his first name), then a street sign with his name, then another advertisement with his name, then the radio announcer says his name, then the vehicle in front of us has 555 license plate number and at the same time the clock is flashing 5:55, then a vehicle with 444 license plate number, followed by another with 333, then 111, then the name of the city where DM lives was repeated several times on the radio. Bombarded with signs and signals. And for a long while the very car that DM drives was in front of us. I do not know if he was the driver because I couldn’t see, but it could have been him.
Where were we headed? To the very city where DM lives.
I was stunned. Why was this happening and for what purpose? Here I was trying to have a good time with Mr. Perfect and all I could think about was DM.
Thank you for reading my post today and I hope you like the paintings. I have begun a new painting but there is nothing to show yet because it has only begun in my mind. This is my process. Sometimes the finished piece comes together behind my eyeballs and in my dreams, then it is transferred to canvas.
Please stick with me on the journey as I cannot do it without you. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo