204 - A God, Materialising

Lin

Somehow, I've made it to Sunday.

Let's hope that this resolve of mine lasts until Tuesday.

Today has, strangely, been happier than it has been for a while.

I found myself able to enjoy some music - and the hope I have is keeping me going, even if it means that I'm on my own for now.

Knowing that I have something on the other side, to help me whilst I recover, is a relief.

Whilst I am scared, so long as I get through today and Monday, I should be fine.

Pothos has decided to stay over, which, frankly, is also a blessing.

He listens to my desires, and does his best to get them to the right people - and I daresay that he's brilliant at it.

And maybe, just maybe, my desires are finally materialising on the physical.

For the first time in a long time, I feel resolve to male it through - because I have places to be. And I'll be there.

Yes, I like Rizzle Kicks.

No, I won't apologise.

Right as I think this, Pothos puts on Traveller's Chant.

You have taste.

I grin.

I should say the same for you.

As the music plays, we bask in the reflections that the lead singer goes through. 

If any of you are fans of Rizzle Kicks, you'll know that one of them has ADHD - and a lot of his experiences, to me, have felt very relatable in regards to things like time, and travelling.

I want to feel safe enough to leave the house again. On my own.

He nods.

You'll get there.

He gently pats me on the back.

We'll make sure of it.

I smile.

And the thalassaemia diagnosis?

In progress.

Brilliant.

I've spent the past few hours looking up homeopathy remedies that might potentially help me, and ironically found a remedy that might help my anxiety, as opposed to my thalassaemia.

Yet the research listed my exact mental symptoms, and some of my physical ones, as well. Something tells me that I ought to invest in it.

Silver?

Ναι. 

My intuition tells me that there's something spiritual in this, too.

Then again, isn't there always something spiritual going on with me?

Always.

Pothos ruffles my hair, picking up on my fatigue.

You can sleep now, Medi. Leave the manifesting to us now. Ενταξει? 

Ενταξει.

Closing my eyes, I sense myself drifting into a long, deep sleep.

Bliss.

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