No Soap Operas to be Viewed Here, Folks…

I’m seeing all of these things coming out right now. David Wilcock this, insider poisoned that, then the Ben is poked, then the Brockbrader says this about David’s. There’s storms in the D.C. area. Literally. Why? Who knows. The Drake was missing from his show. Was he under protection? Are the people in D.C. and elsewhere really being arrested? Are they massive people? So that would mean “Massive Arrests”?
Could be. BUT…
I’m staying out of it. Energetically.
I don’t care if fireworks are beautiful. I’m not standing right next to them when they go off. And watch and see how each and every one flies up and overhead and explodes and makes colors and other stuff.
The “fireworks” I care about now are within. I’m bursting with joy at the new technologies that are coming out, yes. But I’m even more bursting about the changes energetically, occurring within me. The releasing of old stuff, outdated patterns. And even the thrusting into a New Paradigm, much of which I feel like a baby, so much to learn.
So that’s all I’ve got. Some like the soap opera. The day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, unfolding of the story. That’s their passion, and that’s therefore, most likely, their mission.
It is not mine.
Tomorrow, besides mailing off some CDs, I may be floating in the ocean, or even under it. Watching the coral, and the multicolored fish swimming around.
What a bugger. Watching soap operas. Not that “The Event” is just a soap opera. But right now, the continual unfolding step by step minute by minute second by second play by play does not interest me at all.
Only following my joy. Moment by moment.