I've felt a stirring in my blood for quite some time now. Oh, I dabbled in it when I was younger, but I wasn't focused enough to pursue it. I know it's in my blood, I can feel it in my blood, and the more I read the more I know for certain. It comes from my Irish heritage, passed down from generation to generation....no one in my family, at least that I have heard of, acknowledging it, practicing it, embracing it. Until now.
I went to the library today, hoping to learn more. Hoping, I suppose, to find the path that would lead me to what I know is in me. And did I go to the WRONG place. First I went to the metaphysical section. The one book that the library owned on the subject had been stolen. Or rather, as the librarian put it, just disappeared. Next I went to the religion section. My thinking? It's one of the oldest "religions" that there is, predating Christ, there HAD to be books on it. Not a one. There were plenty of books on Christianity, Judaism, the books of the bible individually bound, etc....although I did notice there weren't any books on the Muslim religion either....and not a one on what I wanted, no, what I needed to see.
The path that I'm on will lead me to it. I guess you could say I started this path on August 4, the day that my ex left me and the day I cried out for healing. The Universe heard me, and here I am. And while living in suburban America, with a church on every corner, isn't going to make this easy for me, I can already sense where I need to go. And I will. I believe I had to be ready in my heart first. I had to be filled with love in order to easily embrace what I am to learn next.
But you can be sure that I won't be trying the library anytime soon....
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