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Byebye 2012! Hallooooo 2013!

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Happy New Year all :-D

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December 31st, 2012 at 9:11 pm

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The 4th Dimension

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“This sign from your Spirit Guides signifies their disagreement with your thoughts and feelings and can be interpreted as a Cosmic ‘No!’ to questions you have asked or ideas you may have.”

The 444 that you see, is a representation of the fourth dimension as seen from a perspective of the third dimension. You are moving into the fourth dimension. Your relationship to everything around you is now changing and this is representative of this movement. This is a time to incorporate mastery of self. This is the time to step into your empowerment. Though the attributes of the fourth dimension keep you from seeing yourself as empowered, know that incorporating empowerment techniques will serve you well at this time. Every time you see the 444 remember Mastery and Empowerment.”

The angels are surrounding you now, reassuring you of their love and help. Don’t worry because the angels’ help is nearby.”

Number Sequences from Our Spirit Guides

 

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The past several weeks, I’ve been seeing the numbers ‘444’ whenever I looked at the time on my phone (my wrist watch is an analogue). A few times, I’ve even seen it on the time counters of the computer games I play (Castleville, for the curious).

I’ve been anxious, and worried, and looking out for my own safety. It doesn’t help that there’s already been a few deaths and serious illnesses amongst family members of colleagues within my department of only 21 people, and all within this year. The number ‘4’, to the Chinese, means ‘death’. And repeated thrice…. well, you get the drift. I’ve shared this with a few friends – hoping for some reassurance that this was just stress-related; mayhaps an insight into the meaning of the repeated numbers; but mostly, worried that I might die suddenly, I wanted at least a few people to know the preceding… events.

I don’t know why I hadn’t looked this up on the internet sooner. (Thank you, Google!) But I have, just now – after having encountered the repeated numbers, this time on Scramble with Friends.

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I finally stop running and looking over my shoulder, trying to catch the shadows.

I gradually slow my steps.

There is no one; nothing to run from.

I feel my right foot slide forward quietly to meet my left.

The air stills.

All is quiet.

I am listening now.

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December 26th, 2012 at 12:16 am

Rain, rain go away

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22 Nov 2012, Bishan Swimming Complex

 

 

1545 h became 1630 h became 1715 h; the last change was 1800 h.

I waited 3 hours in all.

Swim class at 1500 h was cancelled but I hung around expecting the rain to stop – it didn’t (as forecasted). I could have trudged home, when it became clear the rain wasn’t going away soon. The handful of people who were already at the pool when the rain started, or who had showed up because they had also thought it was just a passing shower, left at some point.

But it was a slow weekend for me. I didn’t need to run off to another appointment or to walk the dog (already did, and wisely so, in the morning). Besides, there’s something about rainy days and the sound of rain…. time seems to slow down and we are lulled into a pleasant stillness. And so I hung out at the pool with my friends who couldn’t leave anyway – they were teaching and had classes lined up all the way to 1800 h. We talked; they pointed out people they knew to me; I met fellow course mates who left after waiting for some time; a handful more students showed up but left as the pool remained closed; I checked out one of the other swimming instructors (heh); and we just waited. It was surprisingly easy, really – divers are used to having to while away time during surface intervals between dives, which can last from 1 to 3 hours each time. Grin.

The all-clear was given by the weather station eventually, and we were allowed into the pool just before 1800 h. I swam for an hour and my friends got to teach their last, and only class, for the day.

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December 23rd, 2012 at 3:53 pm

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Precious

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24 November 2012, Bishan-AMK Park

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I couldn’t stop looking up today.

The skies were a luscious spread of clouds – big, small, puffy, streaky – whimsical strokes and splashes across an azure canvas. (They say a photo speaks a thousand words – not today.)

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon which might have been too hot to be outdoors but for the abundant cloud cover. We don’t get many such gorgeous skies. (Or maybe memory fails me, as it often does.)

The dog and I went for a long walk, and we hung out at the park, soaking in the sun and the beautiful, beautiful skies.

I was lost in contemplation of the artistry of azures, generous greens and nostalgic gold.

For a moment, it almost felt as if I was somewhere far away – wandering in Hyde Park again as I hugged myself in the chilly air; staring out the  windows as the rental car sped through the open blue skies of Perth.

It was one of those moments you wish would last just a little longer, if not forever. But you know they never do; and that is why they are so precious and a wonder to behold – they teach us to live in the moment, in the present, and to appreciate what we have, and be grateful for every blessing, no matter how small, in whatever form they manifest in.

 

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December 1st, 2012 at 12:02 am

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