4 Weeks? 5 Weeks? More Weeks? My Weeks.

Hey, gang! Welcome to my life – where anything is possible and nothing is as it seems. I’m Freedom and I’ll be your host, coming at you from within the depths of Geistopia.

Welcome to my Life is a project, an experiment in life and ART. A living storyboard, if you will. It’s premise is that life is experiential and that you can, and do, experience the life you choose. It is based on The wheel of lIfe and The ARTs for The New Millennium as life building tools. Yes, it’s true. *shrugs*

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Spooky Queen

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It is…Some Day, July Something or other, Two-Thousand and Twenty-Fun. Time...Gauging.

Theme – It’s Magick

Aleister Crowley said that a magician sees every act as an act of Magick. I think this is true. Magick is all about creating change. Every action, every word, every moment causes change. In Magick, Intention is Cause. Your intention will always influence your life situations, including your perceptions – whether you recognize it or not. There is power in each breath and every word spoken. No matter what you do – It Is Magick.

Lesson – Perception (Or, It’s All in How You See it.)

This last week in particular was challenging. At first glance it looks like what happened was that I took a great hit in income. Though that is not untrue, what happened is I had a partially paid mini-vacation all to myself. Perception.

Observation – How Can You Get Mad

I’ve had a strange couple of weeks. Nothing has really flowed how I planned or would have liked and I took a hit financially. Yet, at the end of each week, I have survived. Everything has worked out and I have always had what I needed when I needed it. I looked at this and realized that it is easy to get frustrated. But, how can you get mad when it all works out in the end?

The Post

I’m stuck. I’m not only stuck with writing – I don’t know what to write, nor where to begin – but my day seems stuck. It is now evening and I feel like I am just now ready to start my day. [In fact, now it is the next day.]

I’ve had a very intense several weeks. I’ve wanted to write about them all along because [as usual] I am just so fascinated by how things work out. And, quite frankly, right this moment I need that to hold steady and true. It would seem that, at the most inopportune time possible, I have decided to shut down. But, we’re not there yet. Let’s go back a few weeks.

Between June 12 and June 19 I was house/dog sitting for Brother John. This allowed me the opportunity to have The Princesses with me for the week. To be fair, I thought it was going to be the following week. This isn’t necessarily important to the story, except that I thought I had had one more week to earn some spendable funds. Instead, I had to earn and spend simultaneously. It’s not so much what happened that week, as it is how things all came together.

That Saturday morning I worked early in the morning. Brother John was leaving around midday and I was trying to plan a stop there to see him before he left [more for the dog than anything else.] Then I was going to go get the girls and we were going to come back and follow our usual first night settling in routine. This usually involves grocery shopping and Chinese food. However, mid morning I received a message that they had just left and we could come to the house anytime. I already had a time scheduled to get The Princesses, so I couldn’t get them and start our time early. Instead, I decided to go to the house and get my own stuff settled in. I figured this way it was done and didn’t have to be dealt with later and there would be better room for getting the girls and their stuff into The Vantasm.

Many details from the week are choppy at this point. [It’s why I wanted to start writing immediately after.] Nonetheless, we will consider those the unimportant details.

Now, this was going to be the first full week that I would have a home to return to each day and have The Princesses and still have to make time to work. I really wasn’t sure how an of this was going to flow.

I got the girls at the scheduled time and we ran to the store for our groceries. Fro there back to the house to settle in and that night we ordered Chinese through one of the delivery apps. I had heard good things about one of the Chinese places from which I pick up orders and I thought we would give it a try. Plus, it made things easier. Usually, we unload the van at the house and then head up the street, place our order, run next door and shop, and then return to pick up the food. We had already been grocery shopping someplace else. I did this both for time management and finances. Where we shopped is definitely a little cheaper than our normal stop. Plus, the first night in tends to be a little sucky and stressful trying to get it all done and settled in. We also have been starting later recently.

We settled in that night and relaxed. I’m sure we watched something, but I cannot remember what. In regards to watching things I can only remember that they started watching some British baking contest show and got me hooked. [Side note: we all noticed and commented that there was no drama on this show whatsoever. Even where there could have been. Everyone carried themselves with at least a bit of dignity. So, we determined that all the drama and bitchiness is strictly American.]

[Another side note: we were unimpressed with the Chinese food.]

Sunday, I got up knowing I wanted to go out and work. I was really only out for a couple of hours. It’s not so much that I had made a great deal of money in that amount of time. But, what I did make pushed me to my goal for the week. It was an high goal. In fact, it was the highest that I pushed it thus far. I put in time every day for seven days, but some was very brief. I figured my goal was in. It was a high goal and so this was a time to just take that victory and call it a day. [A week, really.]

Cuddlebug was up long before I left that morning and was surprised that I was home so soon. I told her what I just told you. I accomplished something that week and there was no need to push it further. It was just time to come home and enjoy myself.

I’m pretty sure that we did nothing on Sunday but lay around. All of us. I’m sure we watched movies and shows and there may have been a game. Also, I lie. We went to visit The Putter and FaeriePrincess for a few hours.

The plan for the week was to try to balance work and time/activity with the girls. We had time scheduled for work and play. A whole day here for one and there for another. We had days split and managed.

Monday I had planned to work the whole day. I figured I had the day to work and it might take that to meet the budget. Yes. I budget my income as well as my expenses. I know how much I want to make in a week and therefore I can determine how much I must make in a day to stay on pace.

I headed out bright and early. No different than if I had spent the night parked at The Putters’. I had a good strong morning. Sometimes that happens. Anyway, I was cruising along late in the morning when my phone rang. Normally, if I do not recognize the number [or have it labeled] I do not answer. But I feel like I was expecting a call from someone and thought this could be the person. It was not.

Instead, it was a person looking for ‘the metal scrapper.’ [Not me, believe it or not.] You see, I got this number in 2019 after I left Old Geistopia. Shortly after – and for some time – I began receiving random calls from people with scrap metal. These were not people I knew, nor anyone who knew my friends. These were just random people in the world with metal to dispose of. It seems my number once belonged to a man named Hector, who was well known for scrapping metal of all shapes and sizes.

So, this guy is the owner of an Italian restaurant in the downtown area. He had some cast intron pipe if I wanted it. Normally I would pair stuff up for a run to the yard but this place was so close that if I only got $5 it wouldn’t have been a wasted run. I told him I’d be by before the end of the day. I figured I could get some more driving in [because, again, I wasn’t expecting a great deal from the metal.]

My next ding was for a delivery downtown. I immediately called the gentleman back and told him that I had one more delivery to make and then I would be over. He said the call was perfect timing because the plumber had just walked in and he could now tell him to leave the pipe where it was. You see, the plumber said he could get rid of it. The girls and I had done a good job of clearing everything from the Vantasm so I was able to just lay all the seats down and make room.

I checked in with the shop owner and then headed around the alley to find the pipe. It was definitely more than I had expected. It was a good pile of cast iron. All big pieces and some still attached to each other. It was heavy. Still, I got it all loaded into The Vantasm and headed to the yard.

Once there, I unloaded everything onto a cart and started towards the warehouse. This is when I was stopped by the foreman. She had not seen me until then, and she was very sorry, but it was too much cast iron to bring to the warehouse. I was going to have to load it all back onto the van and drive up to the scale. From there, I knew, I would have to drive it to one of the gates and unload it once more. Until all was said and done, I had loaded and unloaded this pile of cast iron twice. I had lifted and moved it a total of four times. It turns out that the haul was a total of 500 pounds. It also turns out that it was a $50 score. Essentially, I had made $50 for moving one ton of cast iron in an hour.

It was just past noon and this score had taken me just a bit over my daily requirement. Once again, I decided that my day was in [and I had actually worked hard for some of that money] and it was now time to call it a day and spend some time with my daughters.

I returned to the house, once more to their surprise. I told them what had happened and that I was going to rest a bit and then we were going to play some mini-golf. Memorial Day weekend they had opened a new place just 10 minutes from where we have been staying. We liked it so much that time [including the ice cream] that I thought we should do it again.

We had a great time. [However, we did not get the ice cream. But this is because we had enjoyed the ice cream so much that we had already used it as a substitute for our usual B&J movie night ice cream.]

Tuesday, we had decided that we would go to the $5 movies. We picked a time that would allow me to get a decent amount of work in during the morning and also still be able to go out and get some dinner work. The movie was Cruella.

I must say, I was not disappointed. I mean, I didn’t “absolutely love” it, but I didn’t loathe it either. [IT 2…I loathed.] It was enjoyable. Plus they dropped just enough from the original Dalmatians movie to pique my curiosity as to how much they were dropping.

Wednesday was the day about which I was most concerned. We had plans to do dinner for Cuddlebug’s birthday. So, it would be the three of us and her boyfriend. [We’re gonna call him Stringbean.] That was going to be interesting [stressful] enough. Add to it managing the finances and the fact that both I and Cuddlebug had to work that day. Of course, she works near home and home is an hour from where we were staying.

Mama had an appointment downtown. So, she picked up the girls and dropped Sunshine at Olde Geistopia, then took Cuddlebug to work. This allowed me to go straight to driving. But not for long. This was the day I needed to have Sparky come by the house I was at for some work. One of the breakers went bad so I asked him to come over and change it out. Then I went back out for a bit more delivery. I got a good day in, picked up Sunshine and headed down Oley way to get the other one. We headed immediately to the other end of The Valley to pick up String Bean, which was no easy task in evening rush hour traffic. Dinner was nice. We had a good time and lots of laughs. In fact, at one point our server says, “I wanna come to dinner with your family. Mine’s boring.” [This actually makes me chuckle because The Princesses said something similar about weddings. “We’d rather go to a wedding on the Geist side because they are WAY more fun.”]

Anyway, the boy seems nice enough. I like him, but I don’t know how much. [If I’m being honest.] He didn’t do anything to make me not like him. I just have a vibe that I can’t read nor can I shake. Of course, the vibe could just be a protective daddy thing. Nonetheless, he makes my daughter happy. Very happy which is apparent in the pictures she wanted taken before we left. Her eyes just sparkle.

The dinner was just as expensive as I had figured it would be. But, I knew I had the next day to make sure there was enough money to cover it. Finances were strange this week and by the end of the week I was basically treading water – making one day what I spent the same day or the next.

Thursday morning I had an appointment with Domestic Relations. I fell behind on support during The WhooDoo Tour and was just starting to get caught up when I got my invitation to join them downtown. This was the main reason I was struggling that week. I had a payment ready for them and that wasn’t a problem. The problem was that originally I thought this was going to be in the week before being with The Princesses. I thought I had more time to generate income and recoup. The meeting was easy and quick. I not only had a payment with me but I had made the previous month’s payment. As long as I keep up with the monthly payments at this point it is no harm, no foul. I spent the rest of my time on Thursday working. This allowed me to take time off on Friday.

We decided to head to Jim Thorpe for the day. I always enjoy this trip. I’m glad The Princesses have appreciation for it too. It’s a quaint little town with shops and candy and ice cream and such. We had an awesome time. We strolled casually. We partook in lattes and candy. We went into this shop and that. We even walked up the hill to the two historical mansions [which were closed] and discovered a small park along the way.

Saturday they would return home. However, Sunday we had plans. [Plans made when I thought we started on Saturday.] We went to The Theatre to see the show and have dinner. It was our Father’s Day dinner. But we were there because Big Boss had asked me to come in on Sunday and Monday to help strike the set and tear the stage apart so that we could install a 10’ round motorized turn table.

After working was done, we headed out. We did not get far before there were problems with The Vantasm and it lost all power. Big ‘D’ came to get the girls. Mama then picked them up at Olde Geistopia. I sat and waited for the AAA responder. I’ve been having some recurring battery charge issues. Now I know why. The alternator had died. Now I had to call for a tow and wait for that. I had The Vantasm towed to Olde Geistopia so that I had a place to sleep that night.

Monday I headed out to my mechanic first thing. I made a arrangements and headed back to the house to make another AAA call. The Vantasm got towed and I used Craze’s truck to head to The Theatre.

The Vantasm was ready for pick up around 1600. They knew I was going to need some time to get the payment together and still let me pick it up. The total was something like $360. Apparently, the alternator was so dead that there was no power to any part of the van when they went to work with it. They also replaced the battery. They didn’t actually give me the total at the time of pickup. I called them mid-week to see what it was. The office manager told me he wanted to see if my warranty company would cover any of it. But he couldn’t find the information so I had to take it to him that afternoon. They did cover $190 of the expense. I still needed until Monday to come up with the payment.

I did mange this, but just barely. I recently received a credit card and I had figured in a worse case scenario I could use this. I was trying not to do so. I didn’t have to do so. And a good thing too. By the time Monday rolled around, I had determined that I could no longer put off the brake work. It needed to be done ASAP. We scheduled it for Tuesday morning. However, this left me unable to work on Monday. Let me put it this way. I had chatted with Cuddlebug on Saturday and mentioned the brakes. She asked when I thought they needed to be done. My answer was, “Yesterday.” They were bad. The mechanic told me that they were all completely worn down.

We had made similar arrangements for payment as we had the previous week. I was going to take until Monday to get it all together. The total was $284 and some change. I decided at the last moment that this was when I would use the credit card. They had been quite generous and helpful thus far and I decided I wanted to show my appreciation and respect by making sure they were paid in full before I left.

And a good thing too because I had a crappy week ahead of me.

You see, in the mix is an ingredient I have not mentioned. As we neared the deconstruction of the stage something must have shifted at The Theatre. Randomly, one day, Big Boss messages me and asks me if I would be willing to work backstage and take charge of the turn table. He had also asked me Sunday night if I could him any time to work on set construction. So, all of this would mean adjusting my driving schedule around The Theatre. There was still a lot of potential there. It just was all a bit harder than I thought it would be. As usual, there were factors I had not considered because they were factors of which I had not thought. It was crazy and exhausting. I definitely lost my balance and groove a bit. [Like slipping on a banana peel.] Still, despite the challenges, I managed my primary income Goal. [And Then Some.]

It has been both fun and strange being back there. It’s [almost] as if I never left. As Much As Things Change They Stay the Same. There have been many changes – to both The Theatre and myself – in the past two years. Yet, we flowed right back into ‘old times.’ As The Little Boss put it the other night, I am part of the team again.

Before you wonder for too long – No. The Anomaly is not there. This couldn’t be happening if she was. I think we all knew that going in.

So, now the next week comes and we add in some spices for flavor, I suppose. I was just about catching up with finances. I was still tight and close, but in better shape than I had found myself at the beginning of the previous two weeks. But, this week I would also be house/dog [fish/snake] sitting for The Mudder.

I went, initially on Saturday night after The Theatre. They were leaving at like 0230 Sunday morning bf they wanted me there before they left.

Sunday, I woke to instructions and $100.

I do not recall any longer what my original intentions for Sunday may have been. But, Sunday turned into a day for me. Not a day of rest, but a day of doing. I unloaded and cleaned out The Vantasm, including taking it for a wash and a vacuum. I did laundry. I took the money and went grocery shopping for the week. I got myself organized and settled in for the week ahead. I believe I even took a stab at writing that night.

Monday, I got up early and went to Olde Geistopia to load up metal from The Cave to take to the salvage yard. I had a lot of steel stuff, including pet cages. It’s been taking up space and I needed to get it out so I could work on some other metal things. I drove down to the yard only to find that they were closed for the Holi-Day. [This was the day after Independence Day.] I would have been frustrated or agitated, only before I left the house I had the thought that maybe I should double check to see if they were open.

I chose to ignore this thought.

So, where I was at was where I had put myself. The problem that this created was that I could not drive around like this all day. There was quite a bit of extra weight in the back. Plus, I didn’t have room for the delivery orders in the back anymore. I headed back to The Mudder’s.

I don’t know if one could say that I created a day of lost income by not listening to The Voice or if The Voice knew I wouldn’t listen and a day needed to be created for me. A day of rest.

I completely crashed and burned that day. I could find the motivation to move more than was necessary. I was in and out of sleep and meditations and zones. I couldn’t even move to pick up the keyboard and work on the post that day. If I was conscious, I was merely staring at the television.

I do not recall much of my plans on Tuesday either. I only know that I managed to clear my schedule once more. I realized that I needed one ore day in order to now get myself re-balanced and grounded. All-in-all, it turned out to be a Day Before, Day Of, Day After Cycle. As long as we are on Magicks, it is important to note that on Sunday, I took a ritual bath on Sunday…because I could. I managed it around the Noon Gate. On Monday, since I was home with nothing else to do. I would take mother – because I could. Again, it was around the Noon Gate. By the time Tuesday rolled around, and after I had cleared my schedule, I recognized the pattern. There was magick being worked and another bath was needed. I was sure to take it at the Noon Gate. All three were identical in preparation and atmosphere. Each became increasingly more potent. Tuesday’s was by far the most intense. My conscious mind no longer recalls any of the minute details it did that day. Yet, I can still remember that at one point in the meditation I was aware of conversation that I was having with another person. And in that conversation I was aware of the meditation. I had even pointed out to the other person that we were her in the meditation, and then pointed and said, “yet there is my body in the tub.”

I do not often have recollections of my Dreamtime. Only ever vague fragments. The rest returns to me in those Déjà vu type moments that I refer to as Remembering Then Remembering Now. However, recently I have found that I am returning more often with the awareness that there was dialogue. A knowing that another being was present. I have also noticed that in the Dreamtime I have seemed more cognizant of the dual realities of Dreamtime and the ‘Real World.’

I was not completely unproductive on Tuesday. I used this time to strip some copper wire that has been lingering. At one point, I had contemplated just turning it in as it was and taking what I got. I am glad I decided to wait because now I will get more and it has been determined that the next round of scrapping is going towards the funding of our Family Vacay in August.

The rest of the week would consist of balancing and managing Delivery Driving, Doggy Care, and The Theatre. This did not work as easily as I thought it should have. The schedules did not line up in a way that allowed me to make the most of delivery driving.

I did take a hit financially that week. I did not even reach my minimum Goal. But I also did not spend as much on gas either. At most, I spent half. That alone leaves me at where I was at The Job. Plus my groceries fed me for the week and that only came from the ‘previous’ week’s income. [My weeks run from Monday to Sunday.]

Again, it would be easy to think or feel so many things. Frustration at the lousy timing. Wondering what I had created for myself. Worrying that I had somehow managed to be too lazy. Then I noticed something.

In true ‘Fatherly’ fashion, I had what I needed when I needed it every step of the way. Tomorrow took care of itself every single day. And on top of it, somehow I managed to enter the next week with funds in the bank. This was the first time since the week with The Princesses that I actually started a little bit ahead.

Yet, there were still concerns and stresses.

But more on that in a moment. Now a word from our sponsor. No…a pause for station identification...ah…a brief, but necessary, diversion.

I have mentioned the meditations already. But that is just the tip of the metaphysical iceberg. Everything has been becoming increasingly potent over the past several weeks. Energetically and spiritually speaking I have had some pretty whacked days. Lots of visions. Lots of Totems. Lots of Moments. As usual, I was completely inept at understanding them, but masterful at recognizing them.

I came into this last week with staring funds and some decent momentum ahead of me, but I had one major concern on the table. I had promised to do something special for Cuddlebug for her 16th birthday. She asked for a day trip to the beach for her and some friends. [There were many other thoughts before this but this was the ultimate choice.] I had promised her this, but now with the interruption to the flow of income, I wasn’t sure how I was going to pull it off. Here I Awww two weeks out.

I had actually been stressing it already in the previous week. I was almost heartbroken at the thought of not being able to do this. In my pleading and begging and praying, I thought I felt the inspiration for a lottery ticket.

This has been a thing for quite sometime. I only play when I believe I feel inspired. There was a time when I would just play once or twice a week for the F of it. But over the past year I turned it into more of an experiment – trying to discern the difference between being led and an act of fearful desperation. There have been times when following the inspiration – to the tee – did yield some magnificent and magickal results. Such as the $100 in Connecticut. However, more and more there has been disappointment. I have gained nothing and just been throwing money away.

Needless to say, this was getting frustrating. I pointed out to Spirit that I did not want to feel even a glimmer of inspiration if it was going to waste my money. If I m feeling inspiration that is the result of my ego playing on its own worries and insecurities then I need that pointed out. You see, I like the experiment – the game. I like to try to follow inspiration and see how it all plays out. And this one has been fun. But this is no time for losses.

Still, here I was with the ‘inspiration’ to by a $10 lottery ticket. The inspiration included that it should be bought at my regular convenience store. [Not The Valley’s Favorite.] So, I headed over when I could. As I walked up to the machine a ticket jumped out at me. ‘$1000 Dreams.’ I chuckled. The $1000 thing technically goes back many years, but more recently that was a number that was in my head. It was a number that would solve my problem. This was the ticket I would buy. On the way out to The Vantasm I had turned it over out of idle curiosity and read that the odds in winning were 1 in 3.86. Fascinating.

I got in the Vantasm and scratched off the ticket. There was nothing. In exasperation, I rebuked Spirit that this was precisely what I had been complaining about.

As the next few days passed, in my moments of panic, an image of this same lottery ticket would flash into my mind’s eye. I found myself calculating the odds and looking at the potential – both winnings and risks. From what I could tell by the ticket I had already purchased a winning ticket would yield somewhere between $50 and $500. It would take 4 tickets, or $40 to final a winner.

The more I went about my days worrying about the money situation, the more this ticket would flash into my mind. Before long I found myself, in idle curiosity, wondering if it was at all possible to win twice in 4 tickets. I even began the calculations. I was that curious for some reason. My conclusion is that yes it is possible. But, I gave up on the calculations. The odds are so slim. Still, somewhere in the cycle of things, if one buys the right tickets at the right time, there is the very slim possibility of winning twice in 4 tickets. It is eventual to the cycle. [What really fascinates me is that Cuddlebug could ‘see’ this without even attempting the calculations.]

Anyway, I chuckled at all of this and shrugged it off. I resigned myself to buying the tickets. I needed to buy them from the same place. I entered my week knowing this, but it took me until Wednesday to make it work. I needed to grab some cash for the purchase. I needed to be at the right store. Finally, I got there. Four tickets purchased. I set about my way in no particular hurry to scratch them It was going to be what it was going to be.

Spirit had other thoughts on the matter as The Voice kept whispering over and over, “Do it now for it could potentially shift the course of your week.” Finally, I conceded and found a parking spot.

Now, when I engage in magickal acts I like to come up with silly rules. Patterns and routines, combinations, to follow. For these are the things that make magick work. These tickets involved Winning Numbers, Your Numbers, and two Bonus boxes in the upper corners. I decided that I would do the number portion on all the tickets first and then go back and do the Bonus boxes.

I scratched the first ticket. Nothing. Then the second. Again, nothing. I scratched the third ticket and had to do a double take to realize I had a $50 winner in my hand. I was satisfied. I made my money back and was out nothing. Since I had my winner I decide I would just go back quick and do the bonus boxes just for fun then do the last ticket.

I scratched the bonus boxes on that card and there was nothing. [I have had a winner that included. Numbers winner and a bonus winner.] I moved to the previous losing ticket and scratched the bonus boxes. Next, I went to the previous losing ticket. I scratched the bonus boxes. Needless to say, there was not a winner in sight. [I had my 1 in 3.86.] Finally, I picked up the first ticket. The one with which I had decided to save the Bonus boxes for last.

I scratched the first box. I looked at it. I looked at it again. I looked at the instructions for winning the bonus. I looked at it a third time. I squinted and brought the ticket closer to my eyes.

I was holding a $1000 winner.

It truly did change the course of my week – and beyond. In total I won $1050. I made back my investment in full and cleared $1000. That $1000 was over my $900 income Goal. I had already done some delivery driving. I had upcoming shows and rehearsal at The Theatre and I just made my peak target. I stopped stressing my over whether or not I could get more driving in…or rather, enough. That $1000 blessed me with the $500 budget I had set for our day trip. [I am anticipating a little more possibly, but I am shooting to keep it in that range.] The other $500 gave me a slight financial foothold like I haven’t seen in some time. I made my $900 for the week. The extra $100 plus what I had made and would make yet in the week would make up most of what I dropped in the previous weeks.

Ask & It Is Given; Seek & Ye Shall Find

I want you to just take all of that and absorb it. I was led to that moment. I followed very specific instructions. [At one point in my day I thought about purchasing them elsewhere and The Voice gave a very resounding, “No.”]

You may call it whatever you like. But, for me, that is nothing short of Divine. It kept the promises and followed the Principals. It was everything I have ever said.

A moment like that leaves you felling grateful and humble and introspective all at once. It leaves you with many things on your mind. I have already had many things on my mind and suddenly I have so many more. There is so much I could write – but, time is short and words are long.

For now, know that I am done. I shan’t argue or defend any longer.

There is, unequivocally and without a doubt, some force/power/spirit in existence and always working for our good. It flows through every molecule that is and connects all that will ever have been. It communicates and guides constantly. I am not saying that I understand how to work with it. I am saying that I know we can.

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So, without hesitation, for now and for always, from here in Geistopia, this is your beloved Rev…

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WALT: And Freakishness, Baby.

The Totems & Archetypes

**from Ted Andrews’ Animal Speak**

There have been many Totems. A lot of the latest standards. Alas, time and concentration did not allow me to record them.