I am thankful for much, despite the ups and downs of life. Thankful for my intellect and strong spirit, especially, and for the earth angels that are always near—the people in my life that inspire me and hold me in their light.

I am calling all light workers today to send me some love. I can’t figure out what is happening, except that I must be under some type of psychic attack or advanced, warp-speed spiritual growth.

It isn’t so much the circumstances themselves that are the cause of pulling me out of equilibrium, but the constant bombardment, one after the other of occurrences. It seems once I get my head above water, another event occurs.

I went on my knees in the late spring and begged in prayer for direct change, for concrete soul transformation, regardless of the cost. I was, so it seemed, at a stagnant level of pure bliss. Theoretically, I suppose I could have remained here, in this state of zen. Yet, I felt detached from humanity, and this rumbling in my spirit ached to do more…

I know better than to beg in prayer. Seems, if it is a true desire from the depths of me, from my light, I always get what I ask for. Truth is, it is also always in a much greater and fantastically bazaar way than I ever imagined.

Lately, I just am bewildered by my circumstances. I am not without hope. I am still clinging to the light. Yet, I am definitely forlorn and feeling abandoned. I keep pulling myself up, keep getting myself through, and more and more keeps coming at me. In the last day and a half, I have had a severe falling out with a close relative, a serious conversation with a dear one about the potentiality of ending our connection, the experience of over hearing a close friend speak poorly of me, and now, before four am this day, my dog attacked by something wild in the backyard.

In the last weeks, I have been to the ER five times, hospitalized, accused my doctors of inventing my symptoms (after being diagnosed with POTS syndrome by a cardiologist), had little to no sleep, been in the process of selling a house, and on and on.

I have been depleted in all forms. Last night was my first “good” physical night; I could feel myself progressing towards “normal.” This morning I awoke discovering I had five hours straight sleep! A blessing after two months of being unable to sleep much at all.

I was hopeful. For about thirty minutes in this early, early morning, I was hopeful. Now I have a hurt dog in her crate trembling, and I am wondering if this too, isn’t me. Attacked in the dark repeatedly by something I cannot recognize or see.