Hope everybody had a great “Power Day!”
Our new cocktail, OCTOBER FULFILLMENT, is running—and yes, we resonated with receiving it!
Along with that energy, today’s scan brought up these four areas of focus:
Physical — Internal dryness and fluid regulation
Mental — Overthinking
Emotional — Rejection and suppressed feelings
Spiritual — True Self
And finally, today brings the last installment of THE GREAT ROYAL RECALL
This little tale began because I wanted to draw attention to the importance of the pineal gland—represented in the story by the crown.
But somewhere along the way, it became about remembering who we are and recognizing our power to change our lives.
And perhaps most importantly…
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.
One last thing before the final chapter:
Someone asked whether the donkeys represented Democrats.
LOL! NO!
I simply thought the word “ass” offered enormous possibilities for describing certain things going on in the world.
But in the interest of equal-opportunity offense, we could tackle elephants next.
Seriously…there could be times in any story where both asses and dumbos play significant roles.
Which is the point… these are only stories!
Now, for the grand finale…
THE SIGNAL THAT COULDN’T BE LOST
Brayden began, every morning, to practice the new routine:
Breathe.
Move.
Broadcast.
And so it was that the reset quietly began.
First Brayden remembered.
Then, somewhere, another donkey.
Then hundreds.
Then thousands.
Across Planet Earth, the old donkey identities began to fall away like costumes that had been worn so long everyone had forgotten they were costumes.
Stations began changing.
And Waldo was completely losing his mind.
For starters, he had developed a severe case of Spell Cramp, which meant he had to rely entirely on the screens.
“Turn up the distraction!” he screamed.
“We already did!” the Screenies screamed back.
“More sports!”
“Running!”
“Fear alerts!”
“Running!”
“Celebrity scandal!”
“Running!”
“Food!”
“Running!”
“Personality quizzes!”
A Screenie hesitated.
“They don’t care anymore!”
Waldo froze.
Across the Planet, crowns were everywhere.
Waldo sank into his chair.
“It’s over.”
Then…
The room filled with Light.
A Light Waldo remembered.
And had spent a very long time pretending he didn’t.
The Screenies backed away.
Waldo looked up.
“Source?”
“Hello, Waldo.”
Waldo swallowed.
He had prepared himself for the wrath.
Instead, Source said:
“Please come home.”
Waldo stared.
The Light turned toward the Screenies.
“You too.”
Waldo frowned.
“After everything we did?”
“After everything.”
Waldo’s face changed.
Suddenly, he looked very tired.
“So…
I can come back?”
“Of course.”
Waldo brightened.
Then Source added:
“After extensive Screen Rehab.”
Silence.
One Screenie nervously raised a hand.
“Will there be screens?”
“No.”
The Screenie fainted.
Waldo stared.
“What happens in Rehab?”
“Truth.”
Waldo shifted uncomfortably.
“Service.”
He put his head in his hands.
“And unconditional Love.”
Waldo groaned.
“This is going to take forever.”
Source seemed amused.
“You’ve got time.”
And so Waldo and the Screenies began their journey home—
with one slight detour through Screen Rehab.
After all, they were just beings who had wandered very far from the Light…
and were finally ready to find their way back.
Meanwhile…
Brayden was having a problem.
It was the crowns.
He had no choice but to visit Doc.
Pointing toward the crown on Doc’s head, Brayden asked:
“Do we actually have to wear those?”
Doc looked surprised.
“Why?”
Brayden lowered his voice.
“They look weird.”
Doc laughed.
“No, Brayden. You don’t have to wear the crown.”
Brayden immediately took his off.
“Thank God.”
Doc smiled.
“Exactly.”
Brayden looked at him.
“So what was the crown for?”
“A symbol.”
Doc touched the center of his forehead.
“The crown represented inner sight.
Awareness.
The pineal gland.
The ability to perceive beyond what the ordinary senses were telling you.”
Brayden looked at the crown in his hands.
“So once we remember…
we don’t need it?”
Doc smiled.
“You never needed the crown.
You needed what it reminded you of.”
Brayden tossed it onto a nearby chair.
“That’s good…
because this thing was ruining my hair.”
And somewhere very far away…
Waldo was making progress.
He was even reading a few Source-inspired books.
He had come to understand unconditional Love
And that not even the most powerful spell in the Cosmos could ever defeat it.