Coral Hull: Prose: Walking With The Angels: The RSPK Journals: During late November in 2005, a series of incidents occurred that were ...

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CORAL HULL: WALKING WITH THE ANGELS: THE RSPK JOURNALS
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During late November in 2005, a series of incidents occurred that were to result in my making a decision to vacate the bedsit. Christmas and New Year's Eve passed without incident, while I continued to be absorbed in the books on extraterrestrial consciousness and waited for the next premises to become available. The lights on the wall flickered on and off gently and seemingly in recognition and reassurance. While I had wanted and intended to see out another twelve month lease in the Poinciana Street bedsit, I was being told that, you are to move on and this has all happened for a good reason. I noted that the two bedroom unit that I was moving into in early January was on a street called Progress Drive. It was the first one that I'd looked at and I took it. Coincidentally, it had a large blue star (Sirius) lamp and two wire dogs hanging on the wall, that reminded me of Binda and Kindi. I didn't know why as yet, only that I was meant to go there. Things were going to happen there and I was going to make progress, the kind of progress that I could not make by staying in the Poinciana Street bedsit.

While at Poinciana Street I had put my life on hold, perhaps unconsciously waiting for Binda and Kindi to return. I hadn't wanted to move on with my life, because each time I did, I felt like I was moving further and further away from the dogs. At the same time I was being reminded over and over again by the voice of the grief counsellor, you are the source of your own love. I would never give up on finding the dogs, but I knew that I must continue to assist others through my creative work and my company. I was told, stay here and be strong, which I would. Over the years I had often listened to this voice from within. It had always shown me the right way to go, even if I hadn't realised it at the time. I knew that wherever I moved, or wherever I went in this life, or on this physical plane, that this voice would now be there as my guiding force, engaging me, teaching me, warning me and helping me to gain strength.

In return I would continue to work with it, like I had since early childhood. While my body was ill and growing older, I knew that this consciousness that appeared to be the foundation of everything, was as eternal as my soul. We were the one being. As I moved out of the bedsit, I felt as if this consciousness was leading me on into my life, since all the streetlights had turned on from Poinciana Street to Progress Drive, with the last one being on in daylight outside the new place I was to move into.

    

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