The Final Push

Lately I have been hearing the same thing from people all over the place. Tired. Heavy. Emotionally drained. Not just physically exhausted, but something deeper… like the soul itself is processing something big.

Many people feel like they are walking through mud right now. The motivation is lower. The emotions are stronger. Even simple things feel like they require more effort than they used to.

What I’ve come to realize over the years is that when the energy shifts in the collective, those who are sensitive to it often feel it first. We process it in our bodies and our emotions before the rest of the world even realizes something is changing.

It can feel overwhelming at times… but there is purpose in it.

Just like the final stage of labor before a child is born, the pressure increases right before the breakthrough. The body is tired. The mind is stretched. Everything feels intense… and then suddenly something new enters the world.

Maybe that’s where we are right now.

If you’ve been feeling the weight of things lately, don’t assume something is wrong with you. Sometimes it simply means you are one of the people helping carry the energy of change.

Take care of yourself. Rest when you need to. Step outside. Breathe. Be kind to your nervous system.

And most importantly… remember why you came here in the first place.

~ Zachary Fisher

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Notes to Readers:

Sometimes I don’t have a question formed before the answer presents itself.

Yes, a bone-tired exhaustion has settle over me especially within the past four or five days. I can still get my walks in — it’s what keeps me sane — but I’ve had difficulties getting sufficient rest. And I’ve had “conversations” with Soul family members but sometimes lose the drift of the discussion. Telepathy works that way. It’s more about parcels of information and understanding delivered all at once. It can take days or even years sometimes to figure out the meaning and how it affects your life, now.

When this war or movie ends, I want to spend a great deal of time somewhere remote, quiet, without a laptop or phone, off-line. Listening to the wind, to bird song, following the path of the sun over the ridges (not in Florida), and eating simple food, prepared by my own hands.

I’m dragging my sword along behind me in the dirt… not the way to treat a decent weapon, but I’m tired. The sword thing is metaphorical for those whose English is a second language.

Eliza