I've sat in the same seat at meditation for near on twenty years. When anybody tries to take my seat, I actively growl at them. It's okay, we've all got our places, it only happens every few years.
Today, as I went under into the depths of my psyche, I knew what I was in for.
We meditate on the letters of the Hebrew alphabet. Yes, it sounds strange, but as somebody who's dabbled in Kabbalah studies, it all makes sense to the group I meditate with.
Lamed (or Lamedh). The twelfth letter of the Hebrew alphabet. It makes the 'el' sound, as in lake or laugh or love.
It means ox-goad. The cosmic cattle-prod. The call to arms. The "if you sit on your arse for too long the universe will come and move you on in a most drastic way," letter.Just what you need at the start of the year.
For me, this means it's time to get manifesting. A time to get my resolve and get on with things.
So here are the things I wish to manifest in 2025.
I will do everything in my power to remain healthy, for you are nothing without your health.
My greatest resolution is to keep up with my fitness, and to get fitter, especially on the cardio side of things. Nothing feels as good as fit.
I resolve to work towards getting a book published. Which book that will be, I don't know, but I've been working towards this for years and it's time.
I will remain actively and gainfully employed in roles which challenge me, working with good people on valued projects in companies which have a modicum of integrity.
I will allow myself to shine.
I am open to new friendships and relationships.
And I will be spending at least three weeks in Europe in September. I can see this being a few days in England, before heading to France for a writer's retreat. I want to spend a few days after the retreat going somewhere new? Belgium? Back to Rome, where I haven't been for 25 years. Or somewhere else. Regardless, I use the passport this year.
And that will do for the moment. This will be my year. I just need to take responsibility for it.
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