Sometimes, my whole body feels… off. As if a slight degree of change from the projected timeline has happened and my internal clock is now attempting to catch up and catch up quickly.
The Biden presidential win was one of those times. It was a joyous day, but I’m not sure it was the day the timeline predicted would happen, or thought would happen. Was the timeline geared towards Trump winning a second term? I truly hope not, but on that glorious day when Biden became the projected president-elect, my entire body was… off. Like it was struggling to morph into this new, brighter timeline.
Is this a consequence of so many negative permutations that have been in our collective vibration for the past several years? I’m not sure, but I do know that I’ve felt this way inside of my own body on numerous occasions. It’s as if I’m no longer inhabiting my own skin. Not in a way where I’m floating above in some kind of out-of-body experience. But more like when Vincent D’onfiro’s alien character in Men In Black dons his ‘Edgar suit’ like he’s too big for the confines of his human cage — that’s what it feels like. I’m uncomfortable in my own existence at any given time or in any given experience, but more often than not, when that experience is a positive one.
And I’m just not sure what that means.