Home from the gongs.  I have had this nauseous feeling all day.  I thought it was from S, and maybe it was at some point.  I did cord cutting at lunch at the cove, I felt fine all afternoon, but tonight it was back.  So my intention at the gongs were to deal with it.

I was in a deep meditation immediately, almost.  I asked my guides and the angels to help me out, to protect my aura against him trying to reconnect the energetic cords.  The gongs were playing deep and low and kind of quiet, and I fell into a deep meditation.  Apparently they tsunami’d which is when they are really loud…I just remember at the end of that particular segment, they played something, I have no idea what, that sounded like a choir of angels.  I remember thinking, “Oh, they’re here!!”  I realized the feeling in my sacral chakra had eased up.

I began to say the ho’oponopono like a chant, directing it toward myself.  I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you.

Over and over.  Till was back in a deep meditation.

When it was over it took me some time to come back.  I could hear people talking and thought, “Oh I guess it’s time to come back.”  So I made my way back to the current moment and place, there.  When I got up off of my mat, I was extremely dizzy.

But as the time went on, I realized how much I had calmed down in that hour, from the stupid juvenile drama of the week.  Geezus.  I have always said he’s like a 14 year old.  Like an adolescent, really.

Afterward, I was driving down the street, and the town had put up their Christmas decorations on the street lights.  The first one I saw was an angel.

Another sign that they were there.  I love when they make their presence known.

It helped me so much tonight.  To let go, to get distance, to stop the incessant spinning of mind. To stop remembering every damn lie he told me.  I don’t need to remember more.  I know everything was.  And I can move forward again.