Hierarchy is what once ruled my life.

I woke up this morning in disguise as a mother who is terrified. The day is young, I woke up before 4am. My guides are saying, sit and write. It's the last thing I want to do. I'd rather run to something or somewhere. It's like I had a bad dream and it didn't go away. For reference of what happened last night, I received an open heart prayer. A nidra yoga repatterning exercise. It was beautifully lead by my friend and co-talent, Tayama. Her words hit my soul. And now I am this. But she still  has no idea what she did. I don't seem to know either. All I can say is what I do know. During a yoga nidra channeling, you will receive a sankalpa, which is a new belief that serves your unity in some way. It is a very relaxing way to pray and meditate in a group. I remember another time, it was just this powerful, but it took its time. This day, I feel it worked all at once.  So I woke up as though I was dying, or had lost something that I thought I had loved. Very intense morning. I am learning so much newness that my old tendencies are almost gone. I don't really claim to see any part of me that I was. I want to write this here, to make it so. As though words, when read by others will help manifest a thing. My manifestation is that I need a home. I want to live with my sister, and to afford that I need to write and sell art. I love these words because it frees me of any sense of unworthiness to a task ahead. There is no right or wrong in this world? Well I choose to struggle for nothing. If you have time to read my written content then allow me to offer you something. A page from my deepest collection. My newsletter is going to reach all those who've signed up, and in it, I will be offering a guided class, hosting the talent of many authors of light. Saints and spirit guides are beckoning the recognition of art as mastery through me. I have chosen it too. What that actually means is I want to teach a class, and I want to call it, Finding your way home through art. 
I've learned about ancient esoteric imagery and how it can speak to you while you draw or paint. And the reason it holds so much strength is that this imagery is already everywhere. If you can tap into what jumps out to you already, then you'll start to see patterns in your life. It's not all that 'out there' as it may sound. It poses strength to irony.
Having said that, that is why I woke up feeling like a mother without a place. I have something I want to share, this creation and I need to have a place for it. 
Feel into that, and help me see what is next.