
A student of mine lives in the same town as I do and for a while he used to drive me around to do errands.
Then I realized that it made him feel entitled to insult me on calls, so I put an end to that arrangement.
That was about two months ago.
He sent me a few emails offering rides, etc.
We even spent a few good times doing “exploring your own neighborhood” type of things, like visiting lakes and such.
Every email that he sends emphasizes that he is giving me something, asking me what I need… etc.
I stopped wanting anything.
I don’t want him to give me anything any more. I experience a feeling akin to hate or anger rising in me every time I think of him.
My regular driver is taking a break: she works at the New York State Fair for a few days, and I am driverless. I need stuff. But I won’t ask my student for help because of what I want to share with you.
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I’d like to write about love, or being loving today.
It is good to know where you are at. With all the pretending, with all the charts, you probably overestimate or underestimate your vibration, your vibrational frequency.