Everything is vibration

Sniffing around the edges of my day today, I am hunting for variations in vibration. I can feel something but what is it? Is Geoff around? Is my grandmother still here, as she was the day before Geoff died? Exactly how does my world feel different now that Geoff is gone? I can certainly feel a difference but how do I quantify or qualify it?

A friend asked me today about someone who is close to her who hasn't been feeling well. She wanted to know if her friend is going to have problems. When I tuned in to see what I could tell her, I drew a blank. I have been doing this long enough to know that a blank doesn't have much, if anything, to do with my ability to find information. Sometimes I'm not to have it. Period. No negotiating. It's hard to describe the differences in energy around what I get.

People ask me what I'm doing when I answer a question for them. How do I do it? There isn't really a simple explanation because it's subtle and doesn't come with a manual. In fact, there isn't even a dictionary of terms - not in any language. I basically have to invent terms as I go along - usually metaphors. Many times I've used the metaphor of sticking my hand into a black box and patting around inside to figure out what's in it - and then describing what I'm touching, in pictures or feelings, so that the other person can understand. That's if I even recognize what I'm touching in the first place. Sometimes I just have to do my best to describe what it is and hope the other person knows more than I do.

Lately I have been working with the notion that I have access to all the information I need, just by reaching inside myself and looking in the 'stacks', so-to-speak. I read the other day of someone who is said to have access to the Akashic Records. I've looked it up and there are many interpretations and I don't really feel comfortable with the descriptions I found. They feel 'other' to me.

I like the idea of a library, and the Akashic Records have been referred to that way, but in my version of this library, there is an intelligence at work in terms of what information is presented to me. If I do a search on the Internet, not everything I might need is listed and the sources with commercial interests get a prominent placement on the 'page'. When I ask the library within myself, I have my own version of a dedicated librarian who anticipates what I need based on my intention. If my intention is to help Joe Blogs when I ask what he needs to know, then even if I don't understand what he's going to be facing, my librarian will put the right information in my hands. Then my job is to do my best to describe it.

I wonder sometimes if I also have a team of interpreters helping me. Is that how I 'see' a metaphor; the right one for the person to whom I'm talking? Of course most often the client is me. I live in this world of variations in vibration, as strange as it may seem, and practice on myself all the time. I may have a dream tonight and not know what it means. I'll walk around all day with it on my mind, indirectly niggling at it. Usually, if I describe it enough times, to myself or someone else, I will come up with the meaning on my own. If I don't get it during the day, I may get it just before I fall asleep the next night. I've had many experiences where I feel as though someone has given me the symbol dictionary just as my head hits the pillow. It's quite exhilarating.

But let me come back to vibration. There are times when information doesn't come in a dream but I will know there is something there for me to understand just because I can 'feel' it in the atmosphere. I have that feeling today. It's almost like shadows flitting around just out of view, although not that because I've had that as well and those shadows are something else. I digress ... with that atmospheric feeling, I have a hard time focusing on anything as my mind keeps wandering back to the question of what's there, like your tongue going back to wiggle a loose tooth.

I remind myself that I have access to everything I need to know, when I need to know it, and in the way that I can best understand. And I'm still wiggling that damned loose tooth! I start asking myself diagnostic questions: Is it about Geoff? Is it about me? Should I sit quietly? Should I go about my business and let it come in from the edges? If it weren't so subtly distracting, I would ignore it and let it arrive more directly. To be honest, I am learning as I go along. In fact, every time someone asks me a question I don't know the answer to, I go inside myself and ask, letting the answer float to the surface, and learning myself as I speak the concepts that come through for the person asking the question.

And the right information comes at the right time. When I get impatient with my limitations I have to remind myself that this is so. Over and over, and ... well, I'm a slow learner sometimes! So now I shall just remind myself of that and go to bed. Good night.