Ep. 59 - New...but Improved?

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.

Welcome to my Life is an I T.V. Studios/Geist…House Players Production, in association with the Center for Creative Inspirationalism. JustUs Productions, the parent company, would like to give a ‘Shout-Out’ to the following for their ongoing, and oft-times unknowing, inspiration and support:

Princess Cuddlebug

Princess Sunshine

Craze & Co.

The Shaman

The Pillar

F’n Bob

The Entire Putt-Putt-Putter Clan

Professor Siggy Chong

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

PDT

‘Blue 326’

The Original KLT

The Looch

The Baker

Bert-on

Andy Pandy

The Mudder

Hoagie

Superstar

The Wix-ians

Piz-Niffer

Dancing Queen

The Anomaly

Jersey

Downtown Encyclopedia Brown

Mama Rabbit

And, of course, a very generous sponsor who (not-so-much) wishes to remain anonymous.

It is…Sunday, January 6, 2019. Time...Revealing.

Theme of the Week – “…You will forget more than most people will learn…”

Lesson of the Week – Make the Changes

Observation of the Week – The Great ‘I AM’

What a week.

What a couple of weeks.

What a month.

I don’t know really. I lost track of time somewhere in there. This isn’t really my problem at the moment. I knew I would. But, it’s the re-adjusting afterwards that always tends to leave me feelin’ a lil rough.

I think it frustrates me. [Is kinda where I’m at.] Not the fact that I lose track of the time stream. It’s not the fact that my life has been kinda shut down for two whole weeks. It’s the fact that I forget. Worse, I think I try to act as if it will be different. I just ‘dope along’ believing, for some reason, that this year will be different than the last ten. Or…I just plain forget. - like I forgot today.

Today is The Epiphany. Quite frankly, I had forgotten The Epiphany even existed. I did not consider it at all in my Yule calculations and projections. [Which, by the way, have been fairly on point thus far.] The Epiphany is one of those Holi-days that I didn’t know existed…until I did. And, once I did, it wasted no time in settling itself into my year. [Similar to both Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.] I don’t really know much about it actually. I never really cared enough to research it. I just sort of accepted it when it happened. [Similar to both Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.]

For whatever reason, The Epiphany is the end of my Yuletide Season. So it has been for more years than I can recall. I forgot that this year. So, I struggled a bit this week. I came into the week thinking – expecting – to be able to just push forward and start doing things. I learned very quickly, that was not going to be the case. And, then, I realized why…The Epiphany.

Interestingly enough, that is precisely what today has brought.

For at least ten years from Dec. 20th through Jan. 6th my life goes through this whole metamorphosis. It slowly shuts down. It pulls within itself. [The best visual I can give you is a cocoon.]

When it is all over I come out the other side with a new perspective, a different attitude or approach. Over the past two decades I have seen a lot of magicks during Yuletide. I have learned many lessons. This Yuletide, in particular was…Divine.

28 days ago…(Oh, yes, 28…) 28 days ago, my life would begin to change forever. Almost four full days

[You know, I just realized that – not only is it a 28 day cycle, but it also coincides with the New Moon Phase. Now, isn’t that…*with a nasally tone* ssspecial.]

And, only just today have I begun to begin to grasp the full scope of my experience, and, more importantly, what it means to me.

Twenty-one years ago [pushing twenty-two now] I made a choice – a commitment and a devotion. [The depth of this, too, I am only beginning to wrap my mind around.] Though I took it seriously at the time, never did I imagine the impact it would have on my life, nor could I conceive the course on which it would set me.

The past twenty years have been a journey the likes of which I could never justly describe. Still, for now, it is only the past 28 days we must concern ourselves with.

The Occurrence has left me feeling…almost…in a void. I don’t feel bad, but I can’t quite say that I feel good either. I am excited about life ahead, and, yet, apprehensive as well. I have become more…’Aware.’ I’m not even sure what it is that has my awareness. The silence. The stillness. The Oneness of it all.

I find that I move a bit slower. Slower, because I am taking moments, here and there, to truly appreciate the present. It is a feeling akin to the early days of my Journey. That time when I was in awe of the Divinity around us. Only, I don’t find myself awed. It is more like I am reveling. It is inspiring.

I am more cognizant of the blessing that ‘being’ truly is.

A great deal has happened in the past several weeks. Some of that was intended. A bit was not. [Not on my part anyway.] Some of it was truly beautiful and uplifting. Some was very [very] unfortunate. My space has changed. My tasks have changed. My priorities, goals and focuses have changed.

I feel more in control of things. A lot of this has to do with the changes to the space. [The ARTs of Placement and Flow.] I can move about. I can mange things better. I can be as productive (or unproductive) as I choose at any given moment or whim.

I have organized and purged all of my files and folders – revamped the system a bit.

I have gotten rid of every piece of unnecessary wood as I could find. It has been recycled into firewood. The rest is left behind with actual projects in mind. Now there is actual space to work on those projects.

I have returned to old routines and practices – my devotions and rituals and journals. And, I have begun to create new routines – thanks to my echo dot.

Some things haven’t changed. I still face the beginning of this year so very similarly to every year prior. I am strapped financially with very little coming in and no idea how to generate it. But, the need for it – sooner rather than later. Yet, just as every year, by the time we reach Imbolc on February 1st things will be settling into place. Not just financially either.

The Theatre will be gearing up to begin its regular full season and the cycle will begin. I will be two weeks into rehearsals at the Middle School and I should be knee deep into a community production of Cabaret.

Each of these is going to bring their own stresses and demands.

On top of that I have to continue my explorations of the familiar but forgotten – the journals and meditations and rituals. I must connect once again. Ground and root myself in who, and what, I AM.

I have the Princesses and all of the commitments that come with them.

It is time to do more.

It is time to craft.

It is time to write – this blog, as well as the damn book.

It is time to game and to socialize.

It is time to quest.

It is time to live and let live (and forgive.)

It is time to release the past (as recently as a moment ago) and embrace the future (as close as the next tic of the clock.)

There is much ahead of me – not only the productions I have mentioned, but one I have not. Not only plans and schemes but potentials and possibilities.

There is a new friendship [possibly] on the horizon. I am intrigued. This person’s presence in my life is truly a blessing. I look forward to growing a stronger friendship and future but can just as easily accept the time we have had. This person has done more for me in the brief time we have known each other than many I have known for years.

The Theatre has great potential for the year. There are plans for the company and, from my understanding, my role in it.

Of course, and I will rue ever having mentioned it, there is always The Anomaly. The story has ended and that is all I can say. But the situation persist – the struggle is real, every day.

I have a video in production. I mean, I have several in production, but I am trying hard to get this one complete. It is posing its degree of challenges. I’ll work with what I have and what it is when it is done is what it is.

Welcome to a new year, faithful readers. Don’t blink…or you may miss it.

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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