The 1111 energies issued a time out, not for good behavior but for observation of the patterns of light. Like a spider’s web, within the new patterns of light are hidden messages, geometries and codes. What is still held sacred seeks an outlet a place of safety. As we move past the previous markers of limitations, we begin to dimensionally float like an island in a gale force wind. We are all a little nauseous like jet lag, moving ever so slightly with the changing dimensional tides.
We truly have become almost Island like, no longer attached to any outcomes. Everything tries to right itself like an upside down turtle. The winds of change are dominant and push us in a direction we would not choose to go on our own. Like a multi colored autumn leaf, we allow that 'which is’, to buffer our shift. Dimensional riff is not a place for sissies.