Right now, I feel buffeted. It feels like I’m standing at the front of a fast-moving ship with the wind forcing air into my lungs – so hard that I can’t breathe out. Signs and symbols and synchronicities are crashing into me so fast, so furious. I try to bat them away like flies, but there are simply too many.
It’s nearly June and I’m cold, so cold, so freezing cold. Or is it just me? Is it an inner cold, an inner ice, a soul cold? 
Is. Ice. Isa. The rune that is one straight line. I. Id. Idol (ego). I’m in here (but where/when?).
Isa imerges again and again. Standst(ill). (Cons)t(r)aint. That which impedes. Ill(us)ion.
‘”The winter of the spiritual life is upon you.”The I, the eye and the ei. Funny, innit – egg in German is Ei. The divine I. Eggo. Egg-O. This last bit, by the way, from a little book Adrian gave me on his return from Russia – on Euphonics. ‘I and O are sounds which link the solitary self with the totality of things, as in I alone, or I all one. At one are those who can atone; For the All One revolves alone.”
Sorry…(I can see Milla rolling her eyes) but I just love the way words have deeper, core, universal, sometimes hidden, meanings…
And I dunno. I have no right to feel frozen. I am lucky, I keep reminding myself. I have family, friends, health, not wealth (but that is small in importance – as I was strongly reminded the other day, I would rather live in a bedsit and be free than in a mansion and be bound in hell). So why this freezing? Why this soul sadness that creates such a deep ache in the heart?
I asked on Twitter, as you do. Yeah, you can ask about deep soul sadness on Twitter – it ain’t all about cupcakes and sexbots.
‘I’m getting a strong hit for Yellow Rattle karmic essence,’ said Jackie Stewart (@JSFLowerspirit). So I checked it out. “Those in need of this essence carry an innate sadness and melancholy from previous lifetimes that they are often unable to express, and which causes recurring and apparently unfounded feelings of hopelessness and despair to surface in their current lives.”
And welled up a bit. ‘Are you alright, Mum?’ said James, curled up on my sofa (home ill from school).
‘Of course I am, love. I just felt a little sad. You know – you do too, sometimes.’
Swallowing the tears – sometimes one is never alone when one needs to be. He hugged me until he made me smile, his warmth thawing the chill. But it returns, it always does and then all I can do is run, run, run. Go to the gym again and race against my self to get physically warm, pushing my body, punishing it really. I do get warm, eventually…but only on the outside.
I ordered the remedy. I wonder what it will bring.Do you believe in karma? Can we carry *stuff* over from one lifetime to the next? My family believes so. My brother always said that, as a family, were carry bad karma. My sister goes further. ‘We did bad, bad things,’ she said once. ‘And we will pay and pay…’ Will we? Do we?
