This is just an interim. Please hold on. I’m coming.
channeled message received from Oliver on 9/4/17 at 2:33 a.m. ET US.

Do I know what Oliver means with his message today? Nope. But my focus isn’t on standing in the knowing of what is passed through, but that it gets through. The message is for one or more of you, personally, and those that it is for will understand it, and that’s all I need to know. However, let me give a shot at trying to decipher and deconstruct the three points in Oliver’s share that grabbed my attention; interim, hold, coming.

 
This is just an interim.
The “this” Oliver refers to is open to interpretation, and I encourage you to find your personal meaning. To me, it feels like the Oliver collective may be trying to tell us that this is a between-worlds space. A high wire walk that gets one from this reality to the next if (s)he has the courage and skill to pursue. My friend, Lisa M. Harrison, calls this space a “holding room.” Her theory and mine part ways there, but the significator founding both, I believe, is the same. By that I mean we both agree this “space” exists, and we hold the same general view of it’s purpose. Where we part ways is in the fine details of this “interim” reality.

I know this may be hard to swallow if you have not had an out-of-body experience, and I accept that; however, it feels of value at this juncture to say that once you have “seen” the unseen, you know if one alternative reality can be experienced there must be many others, and it is this knowing no one can take away from you. It is like the first time you eat a lemon. What parent, at least those from the other side of the track,” didn’t put a slice of lemon in their toddler’s mouth and watch as their face pinched up like a raison. It’s like that. Once you know the tart kick of a lemon no one can take that away from you no matter how many times they smirk and declare lemons to be honey. It is a part of you.

We are the same, she and I, you and I, we and I. We all participate in this reality living our own, unique expression of the same thought bubble.

With my outside-of-time experience taking me to a place real to me that existed beyond this physical construct, I felt I was standing on a precipice, as if edging the cliffs of Wales on a foggy mid-morning. Sullen. Somber. Seductive in its silence. If that’s how a waiting room feels, Let’s Go! Though I feel the meaning runs deeper than simple labeling, the what and where of this interim is something I want to know more about.

 
Please hold on.
I’ve been blessed this last 12 months. I’ve loved two men; both wonderful humans. In the end, neither were for me, and I remain grateful for their attention and for participating as the role of catalyst in my 3D experience. I’ve also been loved by a dis-embodied, energy signature from God knows where, who tells me it is time for me to return to him and to my “home.” Who could ask for more? LOL.

So, holding on has become second nature to me. I want to live out this time reality until I cannot any longer. To do that, and not just float off into the next I must hold on. Hold on to my beliefs. Hold on to my good moods. Hold on to the knowing that when I am ready to move on the Oliver collective will be there to lead the way.

Let’s put it like this… Reality ebbs and flows, balancing out the energies of the Universe as each co-creative spark of life makes decisions, evolves. As with one of those lava lamp-like, wave generating machines, life shifts. As players in this game, it helps to know how to ride the wave.

I’m coming.
OMG! Oliver’s coming back? Now that would be ideal. I have a notebook of questions, like where the fuck did you go in December 2012? Love ’em and leave ’em? And, why won’t you talk to me through my computer like you do with Lisa? Why just telepathically and sensorially? And your choice of walk-in… can I please be involved next time? So inconvenient to be surprised when speaking to person A only to find you are actually talking to person B.

Though, I’m open, “I’m coming” may mean more than the obvious. Mercury is still in retrograde for a few more days and during each of these celestial events my ability to connect to Oliver and additional “other worldly” experiences increase exponentially. So, I think “I’m coming” means he’s coming through the veil in any/all form or formless possibilities.

Great! I’m here. Ready. I put on the coffee, and breakfast is cooking. Come on over when you can and let’s klatch.

 

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