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Energy comes in many forms. Light. Sound. People. Dresses.
During the natural awakening process, there will be dips and spikes in your frequency. You’re clearing old blocked energy, as well as learning to be the transducer of the higher-frequencies offered to you. You’ll do some rebalancing, for sure. Some days are full of blissful peace, where it’s easy to send love to every living thing you see…and other days, it seems like you’ve developed a forked tongue poised to spit out venom at the first threat. So what does this have to do with dresses?
It doesn’t really matter what triggers these dips; for the event is just the initial spark to get you to feel something.
When you’re in a downward dip, you’ll be called upon to use your tools to rebalance your frequency.
To do this, you’ll perform whatever processes that work for you (meditation, exercise, mantras, burning candles, whatever). These are all great ways to help change your aim back into higher perception.
The other day I was in such a dip, where nothing, nothing, nothing! was going right from my point of view. I was wallowing in self-pity for sure, and to add to that, I had to do a load of laundry. In my apartment building, there are 22 people using one washer and dryer, and so there could be some competition for use of the machines.
Yet in my years here, I’ve never experienced said competition when I take my load of laundry downstairs to wash. But there COULD be! And so, my irrational laundry fears dipped me even lower than I already was.
After showering, I threw on the first thing I found in the closet. After all, I’m only going to fight someone for a washing machine, so who cares, right? I threw on a denim shift (aka a sleeveless dress with zero curves) that lay front and center in my closet; but is rarely worn. It’s got no waistline, and I look like a fish wife in it. “I’m just doing laundry,” I told myself, and so I threw it over my head and headed downstairs with my laundry basket.
As usual, there was no one else in the laundry room, and I put my clothes in for the load. Relief! I’m only doing one load, so I’m in the clear.
Yet I didn’t feel any better when I got back upstairs. “You’re clearing,” I said to myself. And when I looked in the mirror, there was a sallow me, in an ugly denim shift, reflecting back the image of a woman in clearing. Healing, yet again. Still in the dumps, AND in an unflattering dress. I tried all of my most potent tools to raise myself back up to “normal,” but still I remained in the emotional cellar.
Baby goat pictures…failed. The kitten cam. Nope. But the suffragette in the denim shift was not giving up. “I’ll tough this out.”
As I folded the warm towels, my mind wandered a bit towards appreciation of the fact that I have a washing machine at all.
“Lose the dress!”
The voice of Flora in my right ear. She is the only one that gets through when I’m in a thick fog of pity, by literally shouting in my ear. And even then, she had to wait until I focused on something even slightly better than the sallow fishwife persona I’d been embodying all day.
Could a dress actually contribute to a frequency dip?
Of course. The dress is a choice I made, although I’m not sure why, and everything’s made of energy. It’s in my field, and energy exchange occurs with everything in your field.
Things you see, things you eat, things you wear.
Now this dress could make the next person who puts it on feel like a queen. That’s the beauty of energy. Different signatures, different results from the combination. For me? Over the head that thing went, replaced with an outfit that I felt great wearing. And my frequency shot right back up, because I liked what I saw in the mirror. More representative of the true Me.
So if there is something that you don’t prefer, then send it along, whether that be a person, a dress, or anything else in your life. You always have the choice to surround yourself with things that uplift you.
The dress is in the laundry now, ready to be washed next time I go downstairs to not fight for the washing machine. And after that? Into the donation pile to find its queen.
Love to you.