Launch of a Timeline

So, I didn’t get raptured, but something better happened. LifeUnfiltered has been unleashed on Patreon! I’m excited to begin this new part of my journey. So much so, I locked myself out of the house. Again. With no memory of doing it. Again. Thankfully it wasn’t raining and I had my phone with me to call my boyfriend for help. Not before I tore the same window screen as before and found the window locked this time. In my defense, my boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and had stayed home to rest. I didn’t want to disturb him if there was a way for me to break into my house. I also didn’t want him yelling at me like Kristopher did when I constantly locked my keys in my car - hence why I didn’t lock my car for 15 years. I also didn’t really want to find out that he wouldn’t help me for whatever reason; I want to be able to ask for help when I truly needed it. I have a hard enough time even asking so when I do, rest assured, I have tried every other avenue I know to get myself out of trouble. To be fair, my boyfriend has NEVER not helped me when I asked - even before we started dating. I remember my battery dying two winters ago during sub-zero windchill temperatures and I didn’t find that out until after I clocked out at 9pm. I called my ex but was sent to voicemail so I texted him. While waiting for his reply, I asked some of my regulars. The man I’m dating now was the one who helped me when I needed it. Oh, he didn’t jump my car - he was honest and said his battery was probably ready to die too, but he had jumper cables. While I waited for my bestie’s hubby to arrive, he bought me a hot chocolate and offered to give me a ride home if the battery was DOA. I thanked him but declined. Even though there was nothing going on between he and I (I didn’t even know his name, just his face), the appearance of it in a small town was enough to start a shitstorm between myself and the now ex. My boyfriend also helped me when he wasn’t my boyfriend in getting my keys out of my car in May of last year.

I’m seeing a significant correlation with myself and anything that locks…

Anyhoo, I called him for help. I knew he was sick and I didn’t want to call him, but I had no choice. Well, I did, but I wasn’t about to select that particular option (I know a guy who can pick locks but I would rather not be in his presence). Ten minutes later my boyfriend pulled up - no pissed mist, no annoyance, just there to unlock the door. He saw me and chuckled when I thanked him and apologized profusely for asking while he was sick. I explained my steps when I entered and exited the house with a logical explanation - I came home from the cafe; let the animals out for a minute; came inside and locked the door; launched my Patreon and grabbed a snack; I went outside to have a smoke; closed the door behind me not realizing it wasn’t shut all the way to begin with - but he knew I didn’t believe it. “You don’t have to apologize or explain. I got you, baby girl,” he said with a kiss before he left.

Now, I have locked myself out of the house by coming inside, not letting the door latch all the way and locking it; only to go right back out, remember something, and when I turned around to go back in, the door was locked. When that happened it wasn’t a big deal since the back door was unlocked, however I try to learn from my mistakes so I made the mental note to leave the doors unlocked when I was home - home invasion be damned. I’d rather deal with that then be locked out of my house. I have a gun. Hide-a-key? Not so much because not only would I forget where it was, anyone can just look around my property for it and get into the house, so it really doesn’t make sense to have one. I know for a fact, I didn’t lock myself out of the house. I jumped timelines. Again. How do I know? I felt nauseous when I closed the door. At the time, I just thought I had eaten too fast and was excited about the launch. It wasn’t until later that night while I was scrolling through TikTok that I learned nausea is a physical symptom of jumping timelines. Oh joy. I asked Spirit who locked the door through divination and all the ash fell in the center, meaning it was the doing of the Universe. I thought back to the last few times I felt the same nausea and yep. Timeline jumping.

I know why I jumped - it’s all tied to my North Node placement and my reluctance to ask anyone for help - but I have no idea if I jumped up, down, left, or right. For all I know, and with everything happening in my life right now, I’m wondering if I've “descended” rather than “ascended.” I don’t know if “descending” personal timelines is even possible, so right now I’m flying in the dark. Not just with my Patreon journey, but life in general.

God help me… But hey! At least it’s gonna be a helluva ride!