Saturation Points | Catherine Viel

By Catherine Viel, September 21, 2021

(Golden Age of Gaia)

September 20, 2021

…Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn…
Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
~Jane Kenyon, Let Evening Come

Every time I think I’m at a saturation point, I go back and dip my toe in the water of current affairs.

It might not be a mistake, exactly, to do so. I think I’ve developed a completely unconscious inner balancing mechanism that allows me to know when it is sensible for me to watch a video or read an article, and when it is nonsense.



Quite literally, non-sense. On a wordless level, I will know that that particular communication will be nonsensical to me, however the rest of the world might regard it.

Perhaps this is discernment in action. I don’t work on my discernment skills. Like so much else in my life, they develop organically in response to circumstances and / or an inner prompting.

Two different people sent me the same video within a span of 24 hours. We in the intuitive realms like to refer to this as a nudge.

I took the hint and played the video stream. But I did so while I was cooking and otherwise engaged in needful tasks. Good thing too, because it was over an hour, and while certainly interesting, I disagreed with some of what this person said, laughed out loud at some other statements, and when it was over, turned it off and didn’t think much more about it.

That’s something I wouldn’t have done six months or a year ago. Everything was so desperate, in my mind, and changing so fast…I needed to really pay attention! To everything!

I consider this mental shrugging capability to be another facet of discernment.

I’m very glad I am able to access it, too.

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Another aspect of discernment is knowing when to let some things go.

There’s a whole catalog of spiritual and psychological guidelines for loosening our grip on things, people, attitudes, you name it.

It’s all very well to have a nice ten-step process laid out for you, or a ritual complete with candles and crystals to formalize the release.

But even before getting to that point, how do we know that something ought to be let go? And how do we know when the time arrives for that freeing?

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I think I understand why people might give up trying to find their own way, and be willing to accept direction from others, even on very important matters such as taking the vaccine versus losing your job. Without the inner guidance system some of us have been blessed with (or developed), it’s a minefield of choices out there.



Even the choice to worry about something, or not, can loom large. I was obsessed for a couple of days about the Man of God documents. I thought they were poorly prepared, not even edited or proofread for accuracy.

Because I had trusted the individuals who released these documents, I was highly perturbed and suffered a loss of faith. So I allowed myself to obsess a bit.

And yet, a day or two later, the indignation has evaporated. I can’t find one atom of caring about it anywhere within my sphere.

I had reached the saturation point for worry about those documents or what they might mean. To me, they are so dense and multilayered and just plain sloppy I don’t want to make any more effort with them.

This letting go just happened overnight. Not something I planned or strove for.

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Like so much of what’s happening with me (and perhaps others), things just…are. Not planned out, not on a to-do list, not discussed with others.

I suspect I’m paying more attention to the Now and becoming less inclined to engage in what-if’s and remember-when’s.



One other label for this letting-go, this not-really-caring, might be detachment, or non-attachment.

Whatever we want to call this ease of being, I welcome it with wide-open arms and a faint, knowing smile. And a sigh, which points to my physical self doing its own cleansing, purifying, releasing.

It’s quiet and lovely over here. I think I’ll stay a while.

Till the next vitally important current affairs video arrives in my inbox, and I partake…or don’t…of its message. Either way, it’ll be okay.

It feels like a secret learned. I’m happy to share it and not hoard the happiness.