Ep. 17 - The Wrap-Up (or - The Curse, Concluded)

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.

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It is…Wednesday, July 11. Time...Intensifying

So, [in our story] it has been two and a half weeks since vacation. It has been a very interesting and intense two and a half weeks. It is fascinating how energies mix and meld and…combust.

Sunday ends and we move into Monday. The truck is off for inspection and I have the car for any necessary runs. That Monday they were changing out the septic tanks – taking out the old and putting in the new. This was the one day in the whole two week process that we were unable to run any water at all. No dishes, no toilet, no showers. It so happens that it all worked out. Boom-Dee-Aye worked. Big ‘D’ was still in the hospital and Craze was off with her that day. This left just me and I was going to make it through just fine.

When I realized that I was going to be alone in the house that day my plan was easy. It was obvious what needed to happen. It was time to clean. I waited for everyone to leave and I set about my business. Six hours later the downstairs was finished. Just in time for people to return home.

This all becomes significant along the way. Not just the cleaning but the when and the how. So, let’s start with the cleaning. Again, I find the timing of it too coincidental. Here, right at the end of all of this insanity happening around Geistopia, all of these energies being surfaced and exposed, this is when I clean. Understand that when I clean I also cleanse. It makes very little sense as a minister and holistic practitioner to clean the house and not actually cleanse it of all the spiritual ‘dirt’ as well. It’s really quite counter-productive. It’s also important to realize that because of the cleansing it’s rather important that other people not be around. It kind of screws everything up and dismantles the work I have done. So, I look for opportunities to do it when people aren’t around. I’ve done it in the middle of the night. I’ve done it when they go away for any length of time. I’ve done it on holidays when they are with family.

So, I survived the waterless Monday.

On Tuesday, while digging a trench for the new systems power line, the excavator hit an existing power line and knocked out all of the electric from The Cave on back. This put me out of commission because that is where I work and work from – The Cave, the garage, the garden shed. This is my world and it was shut down. Later in the day the electrician would come but not fix the problem. He did however turn off the circuit breaker. This also turned off the power to the downstairs bathroom and the downstairs AC. We didn’t learn this until we went to use stuff.

Big ‘D’ wanted the AC on and I said I would get it. She went into the living room and settled into her recliner. The AC didn’t turn on and I stood in the doorway between the living room and dining room to tell her and Craze, who was sitting two feet from me in his recliner.

Three times. Three times I announced that it wasn’t working, Three times I got absolutely no acknowledgement. Now, I understand, Big ‘D’ is deaf [mostly] plus she was all clogged and stuffed up from the pneumonia. However, Craze’s only excuse was that the TV was on and when the TV is on he ignores the rest of the world. In fact, I’m fairly certain that’s why he watches TV.

If you don’t believe me, if you need it illustrated, one of the favorite stories among the family is how one time, years ago, my oldest sister stopped by. He was watching a game on TV, sitting in his recliner. She sat in the other recliner and proceeded to talk to him for 20 minutes. At the end of 20 minutes, he turned to her and said, “Oh, when did you get here.” That is how serious the ‘problem’ is.

So, I needed to get their attention because I was tired of repeating myself for nothing. I got a little louder, “HELLO! Is anyone going to answer me?!?”

With this, Craze, an 83 yo man who can’t walk across a room without looking like he is going to fall over, springs from his recliner spinning in my direction – all in one swift move – and says, “You fucking asshole!” I’ll assume that I don’t actually have to mention that that didn’t really go over so well with me. I didn’t take to it too much, or at all really. So, now he’s yelling me and I’m yelling at him so that maybe he actually hears what I’m saying.

Along comes Boom-Dee-Aye, right on time and just as could have been predicted. Right away she jumps in and takes over for them, telling me to just walk out of the house. This is precisely what I just got done telling her I was tired of dealing with so I just looked at her and told her to, “shut the fuck up and stay out of it.” It did not concern her. What she doesn’t realize is that when she does this she just makes the whole situation worse and things escalate. So, she’s telling me to get out. I’m telling her that she’s not going to tell me what to do. See egos flair and egos clash in these situations. [And, there is an interesting demonstration of this in just a moment.]

Alright, so I don’t really want to dwell on this. I don’t want to give you a precise blow-by-blow recount. It was a moment. It was a typical moment. I’m not surprised by its presence at all. Frankly it all makes sense what with the septic system and the Daemon and all. Throw in the cleaning/cleansing from the day before and you have the perfect recipe for disaster.

Let’s kind of bullet point the major moments of this debacle. It starts with me being called a fucking asshole for no good reason. That’s where I see the beginning. They see it differently, but that’s where I see it. [According to them, I came in yelling, carrying on and waving my arms wildly which is why Craze called me a fucking asshole.] Along the way, the usual things surfaced. At one point it was mentioned that I am only working 20 hours a week currently. This is true but it is more circumstantial than anything. It is the path on which I have ended up [once more,] but it is not the path on which I set out. That path changed a great deal between then and now. But that didn’t really matter. The only reason for bringing it up was to belittle me, beat me down, put me in my place. Just as she was doing when she mentioned that I had been ‘calling off’ from work.

*blank stare*

Yeah…for a back problem.

But to acknowledge that might validate my actions and, again, the whole point was to bring me down. I know this because all of this was said after I started walking away. And, this is the moment I referenced previously. See, I walked away on my terms and Boom-Dee-Aye’s ego just wasn’t going to have that. So she threw this out to reel me back in and like the dumb fish I am I bit.

I was called delusional.

I don’t know exactly how it worked itself into the whole debacle but it came up about me mowing the lawn and cleaning the house. I know I threw it out there so I can only imagine that it was in response to their sentiment that I don’t do anything nor do I make any contribution.

When I mentioned the cleaning, Boom-Dee-Aye responded with, “Once doesn’t mean anything.” You see, she came home the day before while I was cleaning. Otherwise, I promise you, they would have had no clue that I had done it. Her statement is absolute proof of that, because even my children called that out for the bullshit statement that it was. And, they don’t even live here.

My resolution for this whole thing was to let Boom-Dee-Aye know that since she had such strong opinions on it she could take over mowing the lawn. I didn’t mention the cleaning because we already know she won’t do that. She doesn’t. But, fine.

“You can mow the lawn.”

Her reaction was to tell me that she was going to hire someone to do it. Anyway, fast forward to today. Apparently, my family did not realize just how serious I was about the lawn. I have not mowed it. Big ‘D’ cornered me, there were all sorts of vehement statements and she insisted that I either mow it or I won’t be living here, because Boom-Dee-Aye isn’t going to be paying someone to do it. I’m not gonna lie. I kinda chuckled and said, “And when I leave, she’ll end up paying someone to do it anyway.”

But this is also part of the whole pattern. When they need to ‘win’ the threat of being homeless always comes out. It happens so much that even Cuddlebug was like, “Don’t they say that to you every time?”

“Yup.”

“Then why do you take it seriously?”

Well, I don’t actually take it seriously and that’s what I told her. The issue right now is that they either need to say it and actually mean it or stop saying it. This using it as a control drama and a power play is done.

I know I said I don’t want to dwell. And, I know that it seems like I have gone on and on about it. But, I have not said nearly everything that transpired. It is important to put pieces on the table though because this is all part of my overall Cycle. It does not surprise me one bit that this happened. I’ve been feeling happy for several weeks now. Every time I reach that state this is precisely what happens and my existence is challenged with the ‘threat of homelessness.’

It is also important to acknowledge the moment because it coincides with everything I have been observing for the last two weeks or so. It fits right in line. I have been watching the energies get stirred up. It was only a matter of time before there was something. I’ve been saying it all along.

The Septic System.

The Daemon.

All of the other shifts and changes that have been taking place around Geistopia.

Something is happening. I just don’t know what it is.

However, let us be done with that now. It’s out there. It is on the table. This will, for now, be one of those open-ended situations and we will all have to tune in later to see how it all plays out. Now, onto more interesting and fun items.

The week that I returned from vacation The Big Box had me scheduled 3 days. They called me off the first two. This is how it has been going for several weeks. The week before vacation, as I said in an earlier post, they scheduled me 5 and called me off the first three. The second day they had called me off I also had an appointment with Domestic Relations for support. When I hurt my back and missed work at The Big Box it also meant that I was missing my support payment. So, I had to go down and talk about it. I transferred the wage attachment to The Theatre. They are more reliable and the work is steadier and more abundant.

Once I made the transfer, it dawned on me that I really had no reason to stay at The Big Box. I truly was only staying because it made my support payments easier and one less thing I had to think about. The truth is, without that payment, the job had become more hassle then the $45 a week [minus taxes] that I have been making off the gig was worth. So, on the third day, I texted all of my superiors and quit. I told them I was done and exactly why.

I never heard from them after that.

It’s a little hard on the wallet, but, obviously, not all that hard. I was still coming up short even with that job. Now I’m coming up short without the added BS. I do have something lined up to start in August. That has been in the works and on hold since the beginning of the year. It is a seasonal, part time gig, but it will definitely help to carry me through to November.

In the meantime, I am working on Geistopia. Between back injuries and weather and disabled vehicles everything really got jammed up and behind. But, I am making great progress. Hoagie commented last night that in just the last week I have really busted ass and gotten stuff done. I told the Princesses at the beginning of the season that this year we are going to get it done. There is a lot of work to go, but it is time for it to get done. [In fact, word on the street is that it is pretty much my priority right now.]

So that’s what has been going on. The jobs are shifting. The work is getting done. The family is a-roar once more. Basically, everything is pretty normal here. So, let’s talk about the one last thing that has been on my mind. Then we are all caught up and ready to move forward over the next several weeks.

Let’s talk about this whole relationship thing. It has been on my mind a lot since that reading. Like, I said, it’s never come up in a reading before. Plus, it has been a Theme in my life for several months now. Ever since Queen Putter first asked, “When are you going to get a girlfriend?”

It not only came up in that reading, but a week later it came up again in another reading. The Universe is obviously trying to open me up to the notion. I just don’t understand it. If it had just been, “a relationship is coming,” I would have never given it another thought. I would have scoffed at the notion. Who would ever date me? I am old. I am ugly. My teeth are rotting and I am poor. I have absolutely nothing to offer but myself. And, who wants that?

But it was more than that. The second reading was all about the attitudes I have that are blocking a relationship from happening. She was absolutely right. I do not open to the possibility of a relationship because I am guarding myself. I have had enough of my heart getting ripped out and stopped on. I’m too old for that shit. My heart is weak to begin with. But, the Universe insists I must take a look at this.

In the first reading I was told the person is already there, waiting for my attention. I don’t see it. I did look for it. I can’t imagine who would have an interest in me. I can’t think of anyone that shows even the slightest hint of such. In my search, I decided it was best to start with people to whom I am actually attracted. I don’t have anything else to go off at the moment.

There are 3.

First, there is the lifelong friend who I have been crushing on forever. There is an energy between us. It is one that has pissed of every boyfriend she has had and every girlfriend of mine. Yet, she insists that she does not have those feelings for me. I can accept that, though sometimes one does have to wonder. Nonetheless, we can cross her off the list. She certainly isn’t vying for my attention.

Next up is a girl who fits the physical description I was given but is so very separated from my life. We encountered one another just long enough to ‘know each other.’ She came into my life. We met. We associated and then she was gone. We still are connected through Facebook, but that is really it. We interact every once in a while. Nothing special. And again, showing absolutely no signs of interest.

There really doesn’t seem to be anyone. I stress this before I share the last one, because the last one intrigues me. She is that ‘new presence’ I mentioned a few posts back. I don’t want to name her that though. I don’t want her confused with ‘Her Presence’ from a few years back. This one is more of anomaly. Perhaps that is what we shall call her – The Anomaly.

So, as I have said, she has come into my life. It’s possible she was even a Timestopper. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t know. The first time I met her I was absolutely floored. I do not know when I have ever met such a strikingly beautiful girl. I am fairly certain that first day I had several classic Jackie Gleason moments of “hummina, hummina, hummina.” For the first hour I looked just like the wolf from the old Bugs Bunny cartoon – Eyes bulging, mouth dropped and tongue rolling.

It took me several days to get over this reaction to her. Once I did, I noticed I was having another reaction to her. On a Soul Level there was something very familiar about her, something unsettlingly comfortable. I could feel my energy reaching out to her. I didn’t even have to think about it. It would just happen. In fact, I eventually had to think about not letting my energy reach out to her.

So, I have this strong physical attraction, and reaction, to her. Plus there is this whole other connection that I still don’t quite get. So, it does not take me long to realize that she is definitely in my life for a reason. Do I think it is a relationship thing? Absolutely not. The thought is absurd and so very impractical and improbable. This chick is so far out of my league and out of my reach in so many ways and on so many levels. Truth is, outside of where I know her from she doesn’t know I exist. And, even there, sometimes it is questionable.

But there is…something.

You may wonder why I think that, especially in light of what I just said. It’s hard to explain. I’ve just been paying attention to the moments, the energies. Quite frequently the Universe has stuck us together. I can smell something in the air. I just don’t know what it is. So, I sit back, waiting and watching until I have a clue. Just dopin’ along in the situation. Which, as we all know, is my total M.O.

I’m not being completely disconnected or nonchalant about things. But, I’m also not being aggressive in any way. It’s a very fine balance I am trying to maintain. I engage and interact, but I also try to keep my distance and give her space.

But, why do I think she is in my life for a reason?

Sometimes you just recognize these things. And, as I have said, the Universe seems to be working overtime at putting us in the same place at the same time. I’ve been watching things develop and tomorrow night is actually going to be a very interesting moment in time.

Before vacation, her brother and I were talking about going to see a show at one of the college summer theatres in the area. [We have several.] What can I say, we’re all theatre geeks. Anyway, she was there for the conversation and said she’d like to go as well. Ok. Cool. I’m alright with this. It’s perfect actually. I’ll have a chance, outside of our normal environment, to scope things out, get to know her and see what the Universe is playing at, and all the while her brother would be there as a buffer - something to help keep anyone from feeling awkward or uncomfortable. [By “anyone,” of course, I mean me.]

Fast-forward 2 weeks, after I return from vacation [which is also about 2 weeks ago.] It turns out, her brother will not be able to go. He has a rehearsal of his own tomorrow night.

Great! Now what?

“You will simply ask her if she still wants to go…but not yet. Wait 1 week,” says The Voice.

Ok. Seems fair enough. However, what The Voice didn’t tell me was that for the first several days of that week we would once again be put together. Very often left alone together in the same room. [I just like the way that sounds, “alone together.”] So here we are, alone. I want to ask her about the show, but the time frame had yet to expire. So, I tried to find some casual idle chit-chat to pass the time. Maybe even learn something about her. Here’s one thing I learned – she’s not overly talkative. Here’s something else I learned - that she has a dog named Patches. Boy, did the bells and whistles start going off.

Why’s that, you ask? Because once upon a time, Patches was our family dog. Patches was my first familiar. Patches sacrificed her life so she could accompany me on my first Quest. Now, here she was, contacting me once again from 20 years beyond the grave.

Suddenly, any apprehensions I was having about even bothering with the show tomorrow needed to be shelved. Someone really wants me to know this girl. But, for what reason? All I can do is go along for the ride to find out.

So, the week passes. One night I find her sitting alone in a room. I walk up, knock on the door frame and say, “Hey…your brother tells me he can’t make it to the show. I…I wasn’t sure if you were still interested in going.”

“I’d like to, yes.”

So, it’s a done deal. I got the tickets and the night looms ever closer. [I keep hearing the song ‘Tonight at Eight’ from She Loves Me in my head.]

It’s not a date. It was never set up as a date. Yet, here we are, once again…alone together. The thing is, as funny as it may sound, I don’t want to spend time alone with her, because…I want to spend time alone with her so badly.

Hoagie says, “Well you never know what she is bringing into your life. Who she may know or what she may have.”

Right. That’s fair. But who could she know and what could she have to offer that requires us to be alone…together. I mean, it couldn’t just happen in a group setting?

This is where ‘My Life’ leaves us for now. Work is minimal, yet fulfilling. [This, of course, is a very different experience for me.] Geistopia is slowly coming back together and at the same time shifting for the future. The family is once more knee-deep in our nonsense. The Universe has made it clear that there is magic afoot…

And then, there is The Anomaly.

With each of these, only time will tell. It is a day by day, moment by moment game I am playing right now. Let us move forward and see what the next several days hold. I will touch base in some way, shape or form, on Sunday night. Do not hold your breath for Thursday night. It is merely a moment in time.

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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