Ep. 12 - Symphony of Life in 3 Movements

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. Its 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.

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Princess Sunshine

Craze & Co.

The Shaman

The Pillar

The Entire Putt-Putt-Putter Clan

Professor Siggy Chong

The VanMan and General Ralph Glossop (may they R.I.P.)

‘Blue 326’

The Original KLT

The Looch

The Baker

Bert-on

Andy Pandy

The Mudder

Hoagie

The Prodigy

The Wix-ians

Piz-Niffer

Dancing Queen

Downtown Encyclopedia Brown

Mama Rabbit

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It is…Sunday, May 27, 2018. Time...Awakening.

Theme of the Week – Want (for) Nothing [Have Everything]

Lesson of the Week – Detachment

Observation of the Week – To Know One You Must First Know The Other

Totems – Heron, Woodpecker, Goldfinch, Robin, Crow, Groundhog

At first glance, it seems as though this week whizzed by in a blur. It really does feel as though it was just yesterday when I sat to type out the previous post. But, here it is a week later. It was a busy week. It was an active week.

It was a crazy week.

First of all, it was Tech Week at The Theatre. There is a reason it is also affectionately known as Hell Week. It’s not terrible. It’s just a lot all at once. You survive it. You always survive it. Though at times, you’re not so sure. Of course, this also had me at The Theatre more often than I would be in a normal week. [Good for the wallet. A lil harsh on the sanity.]

The Theatre fascinates and intrigues me. First, I am actually getting paid to be around something that I love. I’m not making a great deal. It’s certainly not a living. But it is definitely something and it helps a great deal. I’m making money and I’m having fun. It’s like getting paid to play. But, also, I feel very comfortable there. It’s like I belong there. I’ll be honest – there haven’t been many places over the years that have had me feeling that way.

I had shifts at The Big Box. I was able to get there for two. The third was missed. [This is all very fascinating in and of itself.] Nonetheless, The Big Box is as it is, which, incidentally, is not as I was lead to believe it would be. The Big Box fascinates me.

It seemed the perfect job when I found it. I had hoped the pay would be more, but the hours seemed perfect. There would be just enough hours spread evenly over the week to give me a decent foundation to stand on. I knew right away that I would need other sources of income, but this didn’t bother me as this job would be tucked way up at the top of my day, leaving much opportunity for other things.

The hours have turned out to be much different than I had inferred from my interview. There are fewer of them, and in fewer days. On one hand, I am very glad of this. I don’t think I could get up that early every day and go to that kind of job. So very often, much of what I do happens at night. The night has always been a power time for me. I have always enjoyed the night.

(Sings.) “Oh the night time ain’t a good time, but it’s my time…oh when the evenin’ sun goes down, you won’t find me hangin’ round…”

There’s just something about it, the night. Something so splendid and beautiful. But, also, something dangerous.

A good night can bring any number of experiences. I have had insanely productive nights. [Generally, these then run into a 40 hour stretch.] I have had deeply introspective nights. Those nights when one walks between the worlds. I have had restful nights and some very [very] playful nights.

At night, I can tune in better. Fewer distractions. (and interceptions and deceptions.)

The night can take us anyplace we wish to go.

So, getting up at 4 or 5 in the morning can be very challenging. My average time to be in bed and asleep is midnight [give or take,] though sometimes it can go much longer. [The best nights are those on which I get to see the sun rise.] To be honest, when coupled with The Theatre, three days a week of that offers its challenges. Don’t get me wrong. I want to go to bed at night when I work in the morning. Very often, I even try to do so. But, still, I seem to need to at least see midnight, even for just a moment.

The signals I get from The Big Box [The Vibes and the Grooves] are very mixed. It’s not a very enjoyable place to work. The work itself is kind of mundane and repetitive. But, it’s easy enough. However, the atmosphere is very tense, the attitude condescending and demeaning. The crew I work with is filled with fun and colorful people. But, slowly, one by one they are leaving. It seems each week someone is making their announcement, or just stop coming in altogether. Some even whisper about looking for something else.

That is exactly how I feel about it. I would love to be done with it. There is absolutely nothing about it that really appeals to me. The only reason I have to stick around is strictly practical, and merely a bone. It pays my child support. That’s about all it does. Every so often there is just a smidgen left over. It pays my child support. That’s ‘An Apple a Day’ right there. That’s what that is.

It gives them a definite place where they can attach my wages. They get their payments each week and I don’t have to give it a thought. They don’t call, nor write, nor drag my ass to a meeting downtown every month. They are content. So, I can be as well.

Though I have a desire to leave, there is an itch to stay. It’s not time to go yet. If it were, I would be gone - of that there is no question. But, I am still there, despite any attempt by some level of my being to sabotage the experience. It has been chaos and disruption and I am still there – through thick and thin. So, I feel inclined to see it through to its own natural conclusion. When it is time to put it behind me I will know. Likewise, I will also know if it becomes time to let it evolve into something else.

The Spiritual energies influencing my life have been running amuck lately. It may have started with the back injury, but I didn’t really see it for what it was until Hoagie walked back into my life. I’m feeling more aware these days. My paradigm has shifted. I just don’t know into what as of yet. There is a definite sense of peace. I feel ‘connected’ and I can’t say when I felt that way last. I see in myself, and in my life, more of what it is I wish to be. There is a certain peace about my being lately. It is reminiscent of the days when I was free. I feel more aware. I feel more balanced and in tune. I still have a long way to go but I feel like I am finally ‘getting it.’

As usual, there are a thousand things strewn across my table. I never feel as though I have enough hours in the day. Over the past few weeks I have been pushing to make more of what time I do have. It has been…interesting. So much of what I need to do is impacted by so many other outside forces. The weather can put quite a damper on things, and has for at least two weeks now. (Literally.) There have been brief patches of sunlight in which to work – If I was home…and not nursing an injured back.

Some interesting opportunities are presenting themselves along the way. Little pieces of things are coming together. I see before me the possibilities of opportunities.

I know what none of that means.

My week actually worked fairly perfect across the board – always in the right place at the right time. Things just sort of fell into place naturally. Each day truly did take care of itself.

I must be diligent moving forward. There is just so much to be done – around Geistopia [inside and out]; For JustUs; For Perfectly Imperfect Gifts; For WTML; For my daughters and family…for myself. The list truly seems never-ending, but such is life and the nature of lists. Remove one thing, take care of it and get it done, and another five will replace it. It’s just the way it goes. One of the more famous Craze quotes is, “It’s always something.” It’s true. He’s right. It is always something.

This is not necessarily a bad thing. What would life be without challenges or obstacles? We would truly experience nothing. We would learn nothing. We would feel nothing. What place would things such as Faith and Hope and Belief have if there was not struggle, opposition, and strife?

My goal right now is to be as productive as possible. There is a lot to do and there is no reason [that I can find] to not get most, if not all, of it done. It’s not just about the tasks, chores and to-dos of Geistopia. I find that I am sitting on a wealth of resources of which I am just not taking advantage. Things are still chaotic and cluttered. I get a corner cleaned and organized only to have stuff fill the spaces.

I have metal for recycling. I have piles of stuff for re-sale. I have a load of wood and a list of projects to craft. It’s all money waiting to happen. It would also clear a lot of space around Geistopia (which, from an energy standpoint, allows for flow and abundance.)

I am curious at the moment. Pleased, but curious. I don’t know where or how exactly The Theatre fits into my life. It makes me happy and it makes me some money. But, it is just barely enough to get by on and I never know when the time will come when there won’t be work available to me.

There is a lot to be done around Geistopia. There is so much that I need to get caught up on and even more that I am looking ahead towards. I cannot imagine how I get it all done and, yet, try I must.

And then ,there is The Big Box. I know it is temporary. I do not know how long it will last. Longer than I’d like I am afraid. As far as I am concerned it could end tomorrow. I’m really not into it and I am just hanging on to it for the conveniences it provides. So, I will take it all just one day at a time.

More and more I come to the understanding that we really have no control over our lives. Even the best laid plans, sometimes, are not. We can never know when a thing will end or the chance of a lifetime will appear. We can never be certain if the hands of fate will turn in our favor. All we can do is do all we can…and that still guarantees nothing.

The most we can do is let the answers unfold before us. As I recently told a friend, “Why am I here is not the question one should be answering, but, instead, the question one should be asking.”

So, without hesitation…

For now and for always, from here in Geistopia this is your beloved Rev wishing you Peace, Love, Light and Freakishness, baby!

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