2202 Dream Manifestation Season 2202

 

The wind of change brought the season of manifestation back up twirling into my life. Not quietly, not slowly but with a Big Bang and an emotional roller coaster everything changed inside and out throughout the twist and turns of a single day. 

Waking up exhausted mentally and physically torturing questions in my mind, the feeling of being used, misunderstood and taken advantage of without the chance of receiving the gratitude and appreciation of what I’ve been here for over the last weeks, the deep notion of being treated unfairly, I carry my heavy heart through my body outside. My mom, the voice I needed giving me guidance, the hand that holds mine, the finger me the right direction as I cannot find decisions on my own. I finally break free, running off into freedom. But this shall only have been the beginning.

As we hang up the phone the night before manifesting our dreams for the future the true magic starts unraveling the same minute. Going to bed in pain carrying the weight of the last weeks inside me into the night I don’t understand yet that this is the hurt transforming into happiness, breaking the chains of stagnation evolving into miraculous turns.

As I pack everything I own, making my way to a new place the sun is guiding me, season of change, the rays so warm in my face even my heavy belongings can’t bother me. I drop them all, dress for spring and smell თავისუფალი. A smile starts moving across  my face when I walk out the door not knowing I am just about to open a new one. As I dream about my ice cream coffee walking down the road of the streets that make me feel home while they have caused me pain all the same when I let them carry me away - my heart tells me who to invite into my bubble. Now. He’s close, only moments later we’re sitting in the afternoon sunshine which has become even more intense taking off the last layer from warm skin. 

While you speak about the turquoise sea, the blue ocean, white beaches, cocktails, hammocks, paradise I understand minute by minute better where my place is. I can feel it in my heart. It’s smiling. For the first time in so long. I know. This time it’s right. It had to be. Finishing the second beer listening to beach music, dreaming myself to the island I head back. I have a plan. You handed it to me. For the second time. 22022022. That’s why. It had to be the second. It was 1101. it wasn’t right yet. Only now would I truly understand. 

As I run out your door craving the fresh cheesy bread the hole in the wall opens up to me directly in front of me, a woman shoving dough in and out the hot oven, her face covered in flour, my favorite ქართული ფური, ხაჩაპური. Greedily I stuff the fresh bread in my mouth excited to realize my dream island. 

Just as I finish my well deserved meal one click away from having it all a new face joins me in my own joy. Taking over the energy, raising it up in the beauty of the moment into something bigger, connecting, exchanging, arranging, we click, we drink, ჭაჭა. A new face is joining, running for drinks, excitement. Practicing our language skills switching between the four, the night is becoming full of laughter, more drinks, as being served chocolates, attention, appreciation, understanding, love and connection, all of which I seem to have been missing so much over the last weeks, I do not know that this will not have been the end of it for the night, only the humble beginning as best is saved for last.

Moving on an even more beautiful soul has come to complete our circle, lightening up our beings, shifting our communication in ways I didn’t know were possible to grow. The glasses raising, toasts spoken, treats shared, stories exchanged, we laugh our way through the night. Not have I laughed in such a long time like this with each drop moving closer to my dream not knowing how I got there, one of my new discoveries coming to my bed as the other one is keeping it together. Everything is blurry, I fall into nowhere, waking up to a fuzzy head of memories of an unexpectedly amazing night. 

Hardly opening my eyes number one smiling at me as I walk out the room. Laughter as the second one kindly smiling prepares me a coffee. “Which one you like? Cappuccino? Salted caramel?”. As I wish like a mind reader. Slowly collecting myself introducing a new day the energies intertwining for me again in ways I haven’t felt for too long.

As I sit with my favorite hot drink number three and my favorite will join me, complete the morning cooking breakfast and make me feel as the miracle that I deserved. Thinking the same, doing the same, understanding the same, listening, bringing the same energy not only but my all so beloved spices that no one has carried before as we pour our hearts about our love, our tears, our dreams and beliefs, the change of life, our prayers and hopes coming together as one I’m wondering where we belong. Which piece of the puzzle he may be. What I have missed before seeing it here it’s hard for me to grasp all the different angles and perspectives in which I understand him, I feel seen by him synchronically transforming beliefs, ideas and visions into something new. Something better, round. Complete. Parallel as if my heart wasn’t in full bliss Ewa walks in to the room as if she’s always been there we’re smiling at each other, laughing, joking as if I’ve known her soul forever she hands me a cigarette „you smoke?!“. Smiling as we knew, going outside she tells me my story. My best friend here and now before leaving all coming to me to let me know I was heard.

As I’m preparing to get a glimpse at the brightest sunlight we get ready simultaneously having synced up our energies, separating like a married couple at the bus stop, off to work while I start climbing my beloved mountain excited for this new day that was nothing short of the two. Number two of two. I hike, I walk, I see the city in completely different colors, views, smiling faces, running waters, out the rocks, trees, lanterns, Picknick, churches, street art. Waterfalls. My better manifestation half in my ear with her voice by my side throughout the day going down the path into my early and well deserved night. “Do you think he will miss you? I think he likes you.” I deny the thought as I receive the message the same moment. He wants to see me. Did I ask for love? For attention? For appreciation and understanding. Wishes. Being heard, being recognized, being realized in the here and now.

Nourished, happy, grateful. In awe for the Universe and it’s ever so surprising ways of pampering me, I fall into the soft bed, in a house that I’ve passed for too many times so when it was time for me to step inside to find new friends in my life being here for me. Holding space for when I have to leave to have an open door to come back to. 

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