Allowing Boundaries According To Vibrational Resonance — Conscious Awareness

Feeling into listening allows boundaries to evolve according to vibrational resonance rather than egoic stances.

Hello to the Readers who frequent my posts. I am grateful for your engagement and the connections I have made in this community — thank you. I am heading off to the sacred lands of Egypt. I will be back at the end of the month, so will probably post in about 4 weeks. I expect I will be periodically reading Substack whilst away. I just wanted to thank you for the inspiration and connections. When I started here in February, I had no idea what to expect or how my writing might or might not evolve — so I didn’t expect anything and just gave it a crack. I was drawn to the opportunity to give my musings some purpose and focus — to develop them into personal essays — hoping they might find resonance. Not being a quantitative kind of girl; I am grateful for the qualitative connections.

I thought last week’s post would be the last one before I flew out and intended to send this wee thank you as a stand-alone. Alas, John begged to differ 💜 🤣.

Cheers — Simone 🧚🏼‍♀️

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Howdy Howdy

[Verse 2]
Tell me, what did the moonlight ask the willow tree?
Tell me who is more blue, is it you or me?
We've been together since I don't know when
And the best part's where one starts and the other ends

[Chorus]
You and me are always gonna be howdy howdy
You and me always walk that lonesome valley
You and me are always gonna be howdy howdy

(Howdy, Howdy — the last track on Woodland, Gillian Welch & David Rawlings, released August 23, 2024).

What an album — I am sure it is classic already. I thought my post last week was the last one before I take flight with a friend to the sacred lands of Egypt later this week.

That was until Ready Please Mr Music had other plans. I am assuming that you might be familiar with John’s abilities to manipulate energy and that music is one of his signature means of communicating with me — from across the veil — through physical phenomena.

John has been pretty persistent this week — I finally acquiesced yesterday morning after receiving this drop-in:

So, I swung out of bed — never mind the packing. After a cursory splash in the shower I threw a few clothes in the case — so as to appease my growing niggle about the delay — and headed straight to the beckoning laptop. It lay adjacent to the cherry red open mouth of said neglected suitcase and its dribble of clothes.

Before going any further — I need to tell you that when I got out of the shower, the blinds in both the bedroom and loungeroom were swinging simultaneously, double whammy of confirmation.

I was feeling a tad lethargic. It was Saturday morning, coming off the back of 5 straight days of work — three of which were pretty intense; assessing senior high school student’s oral presentations for a neighbouring school. I usually work two days a week. Back to my school tomorrow and Tuesday before flying out Thursday. Plenty of time to write — apparently.

Anyway, a quick rewind to last Thursday week. Having added Woodlands to my music library on its release day,  I was keen and it had playing in the car when the album jumped from track 5 to the last track — Howdy Howdy. Is that you’re favourite song, I quipped. Didn’t give it much more thought. I am used to John skipping and repeating song tracks.

That Friday I was twirling around the house and writing last week’s post. Stopping for lunch I played the album again. This being the first time I was paying close attention to the lyrics. After Howdy Howdy, John Prine’s, In Spite Of Ourselves — our song — played. I looked at the phone and noticed it was 1.11pm. Hello Angel, I smiled in the realisation it was John’s confirmation for the repeat of song the day before.

As a writing-day, I feel him about me anyway. John is my co-collaborator. Nevertheless, I do not take his guidance for granted. Gratitude always emanates from my heart. The universal language of love does not require the spoken word — though, they too carry vibrational frequencies of love — so while I telepath thoughts of love, I also speak them — double whammy. Straight back at you — John - Boy.

Back to Friday just passed. Getting ready for and on the drive to work, I played Woodlands again. Howdy Howdy played twice. Do you like this song, I laughed.  It’s a duet — Grumph, dropped in his reply. I could almost feel a poke in the side of my ribs. He would often playfully prod me when he was teasing me — particularly when I was driving. The album resumed to track 5 after he had finished mucking around.

Relieved to finally be home Friday afternoon; I sat in front of the fire — with beer and music. I often miss John most, in the late afternoon – early evening. That was when we had our time together; getting ready for the evening meal — you know the routine —  de-briefing the day’s work. Students aside, the 3 days assessing had not been without its challenges. Nothing to do with the kids — seldom is.

I played Woodlands again; to wash away the bureaucratic bullshit and feel close to John. We got to the last track, Howdy Howdy — only for it to repeat — I’m here confirmation. I happily took myself to bed and soon drifted to sleep.

The bladder came for its usual calling in the wee hours and I woke with Howdy Howdy running in my head. It was 2.22am. John knows I notice angel-hour. A drop-in line came with it and I thought to write it down before I went back to sleep; except by the time I groggily came back from the bathroom it had done a runner.

I woke once more before my final wakeup — again, with the drop-in line. I was in that between sleep state and waking state — the phrase was so clear in the moment. I imagined I would remember and fell back into a dream state. Silly me.

I slipped into a dream and woke remembering this snippet — I was in the poky loungeroom of a house, talking to a 60’s-ish woman I didn’t recognise. I was there to visit a troubled young adolescent woman. She was in this woman’s care — who spoke in a masked pleasant, yet sterile and condescending tone. Her apron was tied around her ample waist and with grey hair — she epitomised a familiar stereotype.

The woman’s ceaseless chatter was empty — redundant nothingness — filling in space; preventing me from getting a word in to enquire as to the where-abouts of the young woman.

I distracted myself with the view of the ocean only metres across from the front of the house. Looking through the window to the gunmetal blue-grey sky and its rugged beach emphasised the smallness of the  loungeroom, from my peripheral viewpoint. It was dusk. The loungeroom had a reddish-orange glow from the side lamp striking a boldly patterned crimson wall-paper. Too loud for the small room. I felt stifled all of  sudden.

Turning my attention back to the woman — I wasn’t wanting to engage in her superfluous chatter. I was there to see the younger woman. I was on the cusp of interrupting her when the adolescent appeared.

She stood in the doorway clinging to the door handle which linked the lounge to the kitchen. The kitchen was a contrasting illuminating white light, backdrop to her shadowy silhouette.

Consequently, I couldn’t see her features distinctly — though enough to notice and feel the disappointment and rage radiating from her eyes. Through a controlled and suppressed fury, she spat out her frustration with an angry outburst and fled. I felt her sense of worthlessness and despair. I woke up.

The symbolism of the dream is multi-layered and speaks in as many volumes. Although a generic dream representing a collective experience — we can fill in specifics for our personalised human experience and narrative — playing both the adults and the adolescent.

And in writing this statement comes the clarity for this post — feeling into listening enables allowing boundaries according to vibrational resonance rather than egoic stances.

And as I write this, I receive additional clarity from John re the song. It speaks to understanding our soul-groups and how this post therefore references last week’s post, Conscious Awareness — Putting Misconceptions To Rest. Herein lies the third link — to the drop-in yesterday morning; You need to write – it – out, not ride – it – out.

The rider for the post is setting boundaries. I find it intriguing that John might have insight re what could happen — though his messages always speak in layers that are not always immediately apparent. Poke, poke ... for clarity.

Back to — the laying to rest of spiritual misconceptions. John is communicating with my expansive soul — as indicated in all of the dream-states I mentioned last week. A more expansive soul than the aspect which resides in my human-being. He wants to note that our whole-complete soul is not our higher-self; it is our expansive-self.

What has this got to do with boundaries we set on this earthly plane? No one soul is greater or higher than another; we are all fragments of the one Source/Universe — that’s a Universal Truth threaded throughout our posts.

As an already whole and complete soul, we are seeking experiences in different dimensions to evolve. Remember, one aspect of our soul resides in this, our human experience and physical body. Other aspects of our soul simultaneously dwell as other beings in other planes — the expanding universe.

Devoid of egoic conflict, being consciously aware does not mean we will necessarily resonate with everyone, and that certainly doesn’t mean that one person is higher than another. It is in the thinking of this spiritual misnomer that the ego creeps in to defend what really doesn’t require thinking or defence. It just is.

If we resist an energetic dissonance we intuitively feel — we start to look for egoic validation of our imagined human identity or what we assume and project with regard to the other person. This is unnecessary in my understanding of universal laws related to vibrational frequencies — in giving and receiving. It simply doesn’t need defending.

In a previous post, What John Taught Me About Grace, I received this message in meditation, re protecting the boundaries around my own privacy:

Repelling someone is energetic, so despite good intention there will be times when the energy doesn’t resonate. This is when to call on grace. Practice universal truth; don’t resist, some energies are misaligned. Exit with grace, in kindness.

Resistance to intuition is cloistered in societal conditioning which favours egoic — shoulds.

And in the Team’s usual fashion — I woke in the wee hours of today, this Sunday morning with the following clarification. This time I wrote it down before going to the bathroom:

The messages you receive are reveals — not teachings. The learning is in the permissibility of being.

With love and gratitude, my learning continues.

John and team, thank you for the guidance. I love you.  

And so it is.