16 Feb 26

So one of the phrases you hear me use a lot at the moment is, Their words taste wrong.

And what this means is, the words you are hearing are a lie.

But, and this is the interesting thing, you already know this because your body feels weird. 

Disjointed.  Out of alignment.

Yet the reason isn't obvious to the naked eye.

But this, Their words taste wrong, came up again around me the other day because I was out socially (I know, I really need to stop - that's been twice in two weeks haha) and I ran into a guy I knew.  

I run into him about every six months, so not really a big deal, but every time I speak with him, at first he's fine, but guaranteed, 20 minutes after our conversations have finished, I feel weird - and this is no manky-ass, sexual thing, it is purely platonic, but I always feel off.

Out of alignment.

And I've now put it down to, His words taste wrong.

He tells me one thing, yet means another.  But not like a lie-type thing, although it is a lie, but rather, he believes his lie is the Truth.

And the Energy, it's sticky.

Like taffy.

I'm pulling it off me for hours afterwards, because it's stuck and wants to stay.  

I do have to say though, that this Energy over-all is very weird - busy, but super quiet, as if not one thing is moving.  As if Spirit are saying to me, Hope you're enjoying this break, Tania...

To be fair, I am, although when I've had this Energy before, when Spirit think I'm well-rested, relaxed and rejuvenated, I'm about to go into a Can't-Breathe-Running scenario.

I also have to mention that one thing I had been battling with for weeks, first I was one way, then I was another, got sorted in the end in one minute, 30 seconds.

No doubts, no maybes, just sorted.

I freaking love working with Spirit.

Anyway, I've totally got off my subject, you're right, 100% - you're feeling off because their words taste wrong.

...it's the eye of the tornado, baby.

Love always,

T and Spirit - Dino (dino_the_dinosaur_kettle), our horses, chooks and Pat the Rooster.

Xx

* I acknowledge the Traditional Owners of the land where I work and live, and pay my respects to Elders, past and present. 


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