Channeled Message: 10:10 - Portals in the Mundane

No one ever warned me how utterly soul-shattering it would be to follow my heart.

How loud the voices of anxiety would be as I turned to walk away from everything I had ever known to be true in this life.

It seems "The Matrix" is more than just a movie. It is the lived reality for many, captured to highlight the symbology of where humanity and spirituality collide. The agents. The simulation. The urgency. Even the green undertones of certain scenes...

Today, I swear I saw that green glow as I sat in my room — distracted by my own curiosity.

I was supposed to be working on job applications. I was supposed to be making moves to ensure I would be able to switch from my cleaning job - a job I had once embraced in excitement — to something more. Another job I could embrace with that same excitement.

Ironic, honestly.

Reality is such a subjective experience.

When we are employed, for a while, that new car smell lingers in the air. We mingle with co-workers, bubbling to the brim with anxiety and naivety. We look to the bosses and managers and CEOs with a semblance of respect — they are the authority-figures after all. We even smile at the prestige of our job title — and even wider at the first paycheck... even the second one. We make plans of all the ways we could use this money for something else we want in life.

And then it happens. Slowly, of course. A customer yells at you while you’ve had an especially hard morning. The innocent whispers of gossip you once participated in and laughed at — turn its attention to you. You find yourself at the end of some jealous manager's shady dealings. You realize another department has better supplies and better coffee options. The paycheck, though consistent, begins to feel like it’s not even worth the stress you endure dealing with entitled customers and even more out-of-touch leadership. You find that management is hardly capable or competent enough to develop your potential.

Instead, you find yourself on the other side of the waterfall of illusions. The echoes of unhappiness and boredom crashing at your feet. The truth of your reality, splashing into your now cold coffee in the same ole paper coffee cup. It is as if someone has played a cruel joke on you, and it is just now starting to hit you that the new car smell is in fact, actually an artificial spray, sprayed into used cars to make you more susceptible to the fantasy of it all...

Well today, the white walls seem covered in a light green glow. The long rectangular cream-colored decorative pillow, propped up against my functional pillows... even that seemed to be covered in some strange hue of green. For a second, I could almost swear, that damn green glow was covering everything in the room. I rubbed my eyes a few times to see if maybe, what I was seeing was truly a figment of my imagination.

But it wasn’t. It really was there. A shadow of green over every single thing in the room. Everywhere I looked. It had me perplexed for a while. And even now thinking back, I couldn’t figure out why I had seen it, and what the source was. Thoughts of buying groceries had drowned my wonder into a corner... Something to deal with another time as the urges and demands of the material world barged rudely into my psyche.

Even now I think to myself, "What even was the point of recounting these things?"

And "How funny it is, that everything in life seems less mundane when I write about it?" Like maybe if I sat with reality longer, the perspectives I gain from it might begin to multiply.

Even as I write this, I perceive a breeze over my left shoulder. I realize even now, that I’ve been sitting in this chair in the full silence. My Bluetooth earbud sits perched in my ear and nothing is blaring through it. Not a tarot reading. Not the warbly voice of a podcast. Not an ad, coming on after a show or some music. It has been quiet since I began writing. It’s as if I’ve entered another world — One that can only be accessed in stillness. The equivalent of sitting outside to watch birds while everyone walks on by to their homes, and their jobs. It’s the one person in the collective, who chooses to read a book on the train while they commute to work, while everyone else sits gazing tiredly into thin air or scrolling aimlessly on their phones. It’s... it’s a whole other world when you think about it. With a portal that exists in this very realm. It is the story that absorbs you into the pages... a song that causes your mind to wander as your train treks on noisily past trees and rivers, and stations. It’s watching a mother in the store with her child, pushing her cart down the aisle like a rollercoaster, doing anything so that her inner child can keep her child company, while the other adults — myself included — rush around the store trying to find and buy everything on our lists before the last call to the front.

The portal to the Divine Realm — exists here on Earth. It is often (often unknowingly) the portal we go through before coming out with a new, refreshed, clear perspective. It’s like running the mundane through a filter of something inexplicably spiritual and finding that Magic and Miracles are very much real. It is the new car smell. It is even the peace we have when we finally put in our two weeks to leave that very same job. It is there when we go outside and feel the wind, swirling about aggressively, pushing us towards and away from our destination. It is the inner voice, that beckons us to check the clock and find angel numbers right there in our face. (I just saw 11:11pm on the clock lol). That really just tickled me.

The synchronicity of 10:10 for me — has meant that thoughts that possess a magnetic field within them — are perhaps the most valuable thoughts to have. With them comes an invitation, that invites your body to sit in the moments, while your mind pushes you to work. It is the voice that pulls you to watch the beauty — the miracle of a mother and her child, being able to play in a crowded grocery store full of serious adults who may even feel inconvenienced and annoyed at the sight. It is even my own cleaning job — though seemingly insignificant, physically demanding, and strenuous — allows me a chance to be a magician in someone’s home. It provides me the opportunity to bring order and peace, and usher in relaxation for someone who may be dealing with a heavy workload or an even heavier mental landscape. I, the alchemist, get to use my simple magic, to help others move mountains.

This is the invitation of Spirit today. What burdens you now in your life?

And why?

Is it the heartbreak and betrayal of an old lover? Is it the absence of an emotionally unavailable father? Is it the nagging of a depressed mother? Is it the cries from a sick baby? Is it the little number you see in your bank account? Is it the stress of a bill or unexpected expense?

I ask again — What burdens you today, right now in your Spirit?

And then I ask: Where can we apply magic to your reality?

Because, in every struggle and deficit, Spirit will ask — Are you not a capable Manifestor?

Are you not a Creator? Are you not an Alchemist?

Are you not the author of your story?

Are you not the victor, no longer the victim?

Obstacles and challenges and roadblocks... is that really what they are?

Call it instead: "An Invitation to Overcome."

"An Invitation to Embrace Your Inner Creative"

"A Testimony In the Making"

The Opportunity that brought the God in Me, to the Surface.