Please Spirit – can I press rewind and go back to my life when things were comfy and safe?!!! 😅😅😅
Coming to the Central Coast and this powerhouse of energy lines has awoken my personal Little Miss Lochness from her deep hibernation chamber and let me tell you, she is one demanding wench.
Hangin’ with Little Miss Lochie is like a three month shamanic journey in the Bermuda Triangle.
Destination – nowhere.☠️😅😅🤣🤣
All I know is – a part of me is dead.🤪👍😉
Lochie is poking her head out of the ashes, thrashing her tentacles around my life, turning it into a sh*t show of fetid mud and magical mermaids.
And she’s screaming “Hey – It’s my time baby – my rebirth starts – now!!! 😅😅😅
But her Lochie limbs were always there, beneath my Safety Lake’s surface:
In all those enviro rallies – she thrashed.
My time with the Greens Party – rearing her beady little head.
That waste minimisation council job.
Ringing the government, probing and prodding.
My obsessive UN job scrolling 🤣👍
Applying for those LGBT jobs in Cairns.
And now doing three different LGBT jobs, creating a whole new 2.0 life that’s scaring the pants off of me.
Her limbs are flailing around cos home gurl knows I’m listening and she is legit waking up from a 20 year slumber in Lake Safety.
And Meanwhile – the following earworms have plundered and are threatening to take over my brain: 😅😉😂
- WHAT (THE F*CK) AM I DOING?!!!!!! and
- HAVE I LOST MY FRIGGEN MIND?!!!!🤪
My world is a frenzied moshpit of change.
Li’l miss Lockie is now awake and ravenous after her 20 year fast.
And I’m scared that she’ll eat my head right off without even flinching cos she’s not to be trifled with. 🤣😅😉
But the cool thing about Little Miss Lochie is that she’s alive.
Even though I definitely wouldn’t wanna take her on in a dark alley or in a saloon style pistol draw, she is so freaking ALIVE my heart is palpitating to the beat of her thrashing.
She will not sit on the edges of my life, watching safely for even one more second.
So even though her limbs are threatening to take me out, I can feel her screaming:
“Follow me honey. Cos I got you!”
It’s hard to trust my Little Miss Lochie of the wild seas.
I wish she was neat with cute sexy ducks lined up on her back.
But for now she’s grabbed the reigns, thrown me on her back and is leading the way – with a branding iron. 😅😅🤣
I have no idea what’s coming!
But I’m sure she’ll reveal the next step soon enough!
Until then…
Hugs n magic beauties!!!
And Love to you all!
Aaila xx 😇🦄💫