Where from Here?

The depth of emotion we are sharing across the Virtualverse - the landscape of reality that is only there on our screens - is amazing. Wondrous, even. Sometimes I find myself picking up the phone (which of course is now plugged permanently into the Virtualverse just as yours is) and feeling empowered just by reading whatever appears there. Since I've managed so far to avoid trolls and negative infiltrators, my feeds are generally filled with vibrant messages about wonders of the Universe and how it all works in our favour if we let it - if only we'd get out of our own way, and allow ourselves to think the kind of thoughts that lead us to where we're supposed to be going.  

I'm taking stock for a moment, having taken a bit of a lashing over the past couple of years, having got under my own feet and tripped myself up down the stairs a few times. In the process I've learned a byte or two of wisdom and quite a lot of humility, in which I've discovered the value of appreciation and the dangers inherent in wanting what isn't there. I've done some healing of my own and I've contributed some energy to the processes of others who are healing in their own right. As for an answer to the question, "Where from here?" I have to admit that I don't know, but the not knowing is not as painful now as it once was.

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Could I have sustained some things I chose to foreclose? Could I have gained early closure on some things I held on to? In the course of dilemmas, I reached a conclusion that what is chosen and what is Given to Be are somewhat indeterminable, and as time goes by, I find myself falling on the side of fate time and time again, proving itself to be much more powerful than I am, and delivering its gifts (and its challenges) when I least expect them to arrive. 
We've just come through a phase of time they call the Lions' Gate Portal, a surge of energy purported to be of some significance in our closest allegiances with others we may or may not directly see. Everywhere there are hints that what we take for granted as Reality is actually stuffed with what we know as Metaphysics and the ways in which the esoteric is coming to manifest in our lives are legion, dynamic and unpredictable by nature, as Uncertainty would have them to be.

The Virtualverse has a part to play, and I've kept the curtains shut as much as possible, for personally I'm not a big fan of technology. It has a lot to answer for and does a lot of things, depending entirely on whose hands it falls into. Perhaps I should lighten up a bit, embrace the qubitual impact, megabyte the bullet and surf the wave the Net is taking for all I'm worth. Trouble is, my heart yearns for the pen and the days when we picked up phones, when loneliness wasn't so much a problem for the elderly as a temporary condition we could all do something about, when it was expected that someone would be round for a chat if they hadn't been seen all week, when communication across the Virtualverse hadn't got hold of our hearts and minds quite as much as it has, because it didn't exist, and where something doesn't exist, you can't count on it to be there.

Questioning what exists and what doesn't is a healthy pastime, but it's also a little bit fruitless when we exist in a sea of uncertainty, a rambunctious soup of plasma-driven circuitry, a randomly crashing sequence of waves forming a pattern we can't see and wouldn't understand even if we could. It pays to keep one's perspective on the thought process, for therein lies the delightful and the dangerous, the beauty and truth, the strangeness and even the charmed. In our quarks may we find peace.
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