At first, I laughed. I mean, seriously? Me act normal? That’s like inviting a wolf to dinner and expecting him to sit at the table, linen napkin in his lap, cutting his meat and eating with a fork. Just ain’t gonna happen. Because…well, all those legions of the unseen doing my bidding, aka the voices in my head. See, I really do think the Universe is a writer and it’s teasing us with these cloaked messages about characters and world-building and things that go bump in our brains when we need inspiration. So anyway, take what you will from this week’s message.
Just act normal, Silver.
If you let just anyone know about your awareness of the legions in the unseen doing your bidding, or the population shifts now being sparked by your very words, or the circumstances and events presently being crafted by your thoughts, you just might create the illusion that you’re from a not-so-distant parallel star system, possessing mysterious powers, favored by fate, here to save the world.
And, man-oh-man, you do not want that to happen.
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Not that you won’t skip, dance, and move boldly a lot more, Silver, but we don’t recommend blatantly conversing with your angels, for example, in the grocery store, yet.
Don’t mind me. I’m just over here skipping, dancing, and boldly conversing with my angels in the check-out line because…IDEAS!