It’s a Mystery, Scooby-Doo

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. 

DOC: Velcum To My Life ees a prochect, un experiment in Life unt ART. A living storyboard, if you will. Its premise ees zat life ees experiential, unt zat you can, unt do, experience ze life you choose. It ees based on Ze Veel of Life unt Ze ARTs for Ze New Millennium as life building tools. Ja, it’s true! 

WALT: Welcome to my Life is a 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

Company

The Shaman

The Pillar

F’n Bob

The Entire Putt-Putt-Putter Clan

The Warden

FaeriePrincess

Professor Siggy Chong

Sparky Wentz-eclaus

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

The Messengers of The Galactic Federation

 Looch

BJ & The Bull

Ace

Bert-On

The Baker of the Cornbread

Andy Pandy

The Mudder

Wilson

Zason

St. Diane & You (5)

Brother John & Sister Jen

The Bee Man

Spooky Queen

Boom-Boom Snuffbox

The Nameless One

Tim-Bo

The Mayor & The Turkey Man

The Rox

PDT

Sir Richard Slouch

The Wix-ians

The Socialite

The Village of Idiots

Piz-Niffer

Dancing Queen

Downtown Encyclopedia Brown

Chicken Witch

Dick Pointer

Soup, the Son

The Legendary Pink Elephants

Baby-Mama Rabbit

Wisconsin Belle

The Babes

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

It is…Sunday, March 23, Two-Thousand and Twenty-Jive. Time...Alive

Theme – Water

 I need to drink water. This is a real thing. It's just not something I am prone to do naturally. I have to actually think about it and make it a part of my day. Like everything in that category of things I start out strong and lose it along the way. It has come up at the doctor. It has come up at therapy. But, if I needed to be convinced, it would have been when we were Ghost Hunting in The Homestead and Cuddlebug placed the sensor to me and the ghosts said, "water."

Lesson – Communication is the Key

 I've said this for a long time. This week, we got a demonstration. There has been tension mounting around Nu Geistopia. Everyone was a little on edge. There was inevitably a blow-up. We hashed our way through it and, in the end, every single tension could have easily been avoided if there had just been open, honest, and genuine communication in the first place.

Observation – It All Adds Up

 This came to me in regards to two things. First, money. I'm pulling from any and every possible resource - such as my Upside app. Nothing brings a great deal of money at once. Very often only some dollars. But, in the Grand Scheme It All Adds Up. The other thought was in looking at the patterns, cycles, and messages of my life at thew moment. As I put it all together, piece by piece, it seems that It All Adds Up.

The Post

 It never ceases to intrigue me how a week can seem to so swiftly go by. A flash in the pan. The blink of an eye. Yet, it can be filled with moments, experiences, activity. So mu ch, in fact, that it becomes difficult to be certain it did all happen in that time.

Once Upon Ago

The past 3 or 4 days have really worked me over - physically, emotionally, and spiritually. [Nothing needs to work me over mentally. I’ve got that covered. All I do is think.]

The intensity of the week makes sense - just based on where in time we are. The week sits between the Full and New moons. Normally, I would just give it a nod. “Eh, ok, it’s there.” But this is a special set of circumstances. The Full Moon was the last in a 5-week cycle of Ritual Soiaks. The New Moon begins the new cycle/pattern.

The Full Moon is the end/completion of things and the New is for just that - the new. Those energies alone tell. Me that in about 4-5 weeks I should see a shift in life. That would put us just before Beltane - the next seasonal cycle.

I see that’s shift taking shape. It makes perfect sense. My Therapies are slowly winding down. My doctor commitments are thinning. I’ve got a host of projects and enterprises before me. Quite a few of them could lead to income. I’m slowly becoming more and more active. This week I even took on a second stint of delivery driving.

{I still can’t do more than 2 hours at a time, but 2 shifts is a step up.]

The perfect timing of my experiences is also seen In the Holi-Day. This week was Ostara. [I said Mabon in a video. I was a bit backwards.] I shou;k shave expected something - more than I had. Though I could have never had expected what I got.

I said the week was so overwhelming that it was hard to know what happened and what didn’t. For instance, I had all but forgotten about the dreams.

Like I said, I think all the time. The thing I think about the most these days is this rent dilemma. Brother John and Sister Jen have been so good to me over the years - not just with renting The Homestead but in general. I want to right by them. {It’s almost a reflection, a glimmer, of Olde Geistopia and Craze & Co.] At every turn my plans are thwarted and I am left blind and lost.

I believe the first dream came last Sunday nighty. Most of it seems random to me. [Though I know it’s not.] Much of what I remember took place at The [new] Theatre. Even though I have never been there. [And, it seems as though I never will be.]

I was at a table with Big ‘D’ and Boom-Dee-Aye. It was near a corner or a wall. There was a secret passage/tunnel there. That’s all I know about that. I don’t know where it went or what it was for.

I had a conversation with Lil Boss. I know nothing about that either. I only rember seeing and talking to her.

Then there was a man. An older man. Shorter, a bit rotund. Almost like a Santa without the beard. He was well dressed with a sport coat and a hat, which kept me from really seeing his face.

I don’t know what we talked about either. I only know it all ended with this -

He smiled, giving a soft, knowing chuckle, and said, “I do like you. Here, I’ll prove it. I’m going to give you all the spare cash I have in my wallet. He reached to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. As he opened it the bills just came pouring out. A wad isn’t even enough to describe it. IT just kept growing. I couldn’t hold it in my hands. It just kept multiplying, falling from my hands like a fountain. I couldn’t see all the bills but I did see $20 and $50 bills. I thought to myself, “This will solve all my problems.”

The second dream was on Monday night. This one involved The Anomaly - which is interesting enough in and of itself but it is also another throwback to The Theatre.

We were close. Too close. Dangerously close. I asked her several times why she was there. Even though it was where I always wanted to find us I knew that it couldn’t be right. Then I received mail. I took my letter opener [which I do own] and sliced open the envelope. I pulled out a letter typed onto pink paper. [Think receipt or triplicate paper.] It was from one of the several places I had contacted about rental assistance. They were actually only 1 of 2 to actually get back to me…and the first to reject me.

I grunted and groaned. A feeling of disgust. “Ugh. Another rejection.” Then I looked at it again. It was actually an approval.

[Needless to say I am going to reach out to them again. ]

Tuesday and Wednesday were almost par for the course. I had therapies and something for The Meeting place on Tuesday. That all wore me out pretty good. I wasn’t sure I had the strength to drive home from my event.

Wednesday I had planned to clean The Homestead and wash my bedding. I didn’t get either complete. I was fatigued beyond repair. But also there was tension and drama erupting around Nu Geistopia.

I won’t get into any details now. I said enough in the videos. That was part of the problem. [And, maybe it was part of the purpose.] Cuddlebug and I came to a head. It was all a big blow-up and very dramatic. I have some redactions to make on video. Other than that, I have said all I am going to say on that at this point.

Once we were through the thoughts and emotions, we seemed to be clear and primed for what was to come next.

Sometime in the last two weeks [we’re not exactly sure when] we started doing ghost hunting in The Homestead. We have been aware of the presence of spirits. From Wilson telling stories and Brother John himself claiming to be aware of one in the house, there was plenty of suspicion. There were random incidents - things seen or heard without explanation.

A few weeks ago the kids said they were seeing orbs in Cuddlebug’s room. So, when I discovered the ghost hunting apps, needless to say, we had to check it out. There was a lot of gibberish, but there was also enough stuff that was spot on.

Anyway, something prompted another session on Friday night. I can’t tell you what. In the course of things, the energies changed drastically. They became literally spine-tingling and skin crawling. The messages even changed tone. We all became uneasy.

Then it hit me.

I had had the thought earlier this week as I reflected on the mounting tensions in The Homestead. Initially, I read it as me being irrational, unrealistic, paranoid and I dismissed it. But, standing in the kitchen, amidst the freaky feelings, it came flashing back.

I looked at Cuddlebug and just calmly, yet pointedly, asked her, “Where did you go and what did you touch?”

She needed no clarification. She didn’t need to ask questions. She knew exactly what I was talking about…and it showed on her face before she even spoke.

I have said many times in this blog that The College and Tghe Place That I Loathe So are very [VERY] close to one another. It is very easy to inadvertently stumble into places one should not be.

That is exactly what happened. Cuddlebug found herself in The Plasce…and curiosity got the better of her. Despite my many warnings. I told her what would happen if she went poking around. I told her if it caught a whiff of her that it would find her.

It’s over 20 years ago now. Long enough that it should be a near forgotten memory by now. It’s just one of those things not easy to forget.

It was horrible. Terror-Indic might be the best description. I don’t think a single one of us got a restful sleep for months. It was truly scarring. So much so that when it was over even those most affected were quick to grasp onto a different explanaition - any other rationale then what we knew was so. Even I questioned it all for those first few years.

But, even through my questions and doubt, I never took a watchful eye from The Place. I didn’t go there. I couldn’t. But I would drive by often. Just close enough to spot any irregularities.

I was never quiete comfortable with how it all ended. It just….ended. Months of torment and it just…stopped. SNAP!

I mean there was ritual and confontation. I channeled something through my body and there were many visions. I spoke. I’m not certain what all I said, except for one thing that was repeated. We pulled it from the person to whom it had attached.

[And freed it unto the world.]

We were interrupted by Craze & Co. [despite my adamant “pleas.” We lost it in that moment. For months it kept after all of us. It even followed some of us to the Carolinas. And then one day it just stopped. I never for one moment thought we had beat it. I always believed it just retreated. Went into hiding.

One of the repeated and clear messages in ghost hunting was, “He hides.”

And now it was in my home. Using my alchemy stick I cast it out. But I do not think that is the last we have seen of it.

Ah well. Just another average weekend in Geistopia. I’m not sure why it has always had such an interest in me but I suppose it’s time I try to figure it out.

The whole experience has opened cuddlebug some. She is a sensitive just like her old man. This seems to have jump started that once more. Today, she came and got me and walked me back to The Grove. She explained that she wanted to walk but didn’t feel like driving to the park. She was drawn back to The Grove.

She showed me that there was a fairly obvious natural path leading into the treeline. She walked me along it, pointing out all the little “alcoves” and Nooks and crannies. She showed me how it wound itself around to the other trees. Only afterwards did I tell her that she had walked me on the path I have walked before and described all the visions I had had.

 This delights me for a few reasons. First, it validates my visions. The property is being very clear on what it wants. Next, it verifies my thoughts on Cuddlebug and shows me her powers and potential. And lastly, I feel it adds support to my belief that there is a solution to my problems and I won’t lose my home. Why would the property speak to us if we’re leaving? It would be pointless. But it is giving us projects and assignments.

I’ve been spending more and more time down in The Cave. This has been great for my soul, but I think it was also the last piece in connecting to The Homestead. I can function well in this space. It is comfortable;e and soothing for me.; In fact, I think I will be sleeping down here tonight.

Wilson can’t by on Wednesday with some of the things he would like me to list for sale. It is such a great collection of stuff and though some things won’t bring a great deal, I think cumulatively it could bring some decent cash.

The scrapbook alone has got to be valuable to someone. It is just page after page of old newspaper clippings - articles, obituaries, ads, political cartoons. And when I say old, I am talking dates like 1865, 1892, and 1907.

So, not only are these clippings worth something by age alone, but this is actual, real history. This isn’t a book of what we say was happening or what the air about ther nation was. This is LIVE as it was happening. There was a small article about the assassins of President Lincoln - written just the day after.

I know nothing about anything or the value of. But, knowing what I know about what is in that book, IF I had money, I personally would be willing to spend up to $5000 for it. It is priceless as far as I’m concerned.

And this is but one example of what he brought me.

I worked twice this weekend - Friday night and this morning. Still only about 1 1/2 - 2 hours each. I can’t do it longer thank that - as was demonstrated when I side-swiped the wall this morning.

It’s not as bad as it sounds. There’s a definite bang to The Rocket but it was minimal. It just reaffirms my thoughts on driving. It’s very different for me then it was before.

I had a been driving so much that it was truly second nature. I was comfortable and in control. It became easier and easier for me to do the things you’re “not supposed to do while driving.” Things the job actually requires of you.

I can’t anymore. I can’t even allow myself the typical distractions of your average Joe Driver. I don’t have the strength and control in my left arm to manage it properly. I also have a slight disorientation issue. This is what caused the swerve this morning and why we have been working on balance exercises in PT.

This is all why I drive minimally. It’s why my drives are planned in advance. I need to make sure I am rested and able to focus. The catch is that I have to drive in order to get it under control. So I am trying to do 2 drives a week now. I like my Sunday Mornings. One of the apps moves you up in “ranking” based partially on scheduled shifts. It’s not about how many scheduled shifts you work but how many of the shifts you schedule and work [or don’t.] So, I am taking one of those now each week. also, this morning I did work a little bit in each of the three apps.

I have been having more Reiki sessions. Not quite as steady as I’d like but it’s working. I can only do about 20 minutes at this point but just like the driving if I want to better I have to keep working at it.

I have the workshop cleaned up [enough for now] and I have started sanding the bee boxes.

I do have a Cast Video on the table right now but I am also running behind schedule. I am about a day maybe a day and a half behind. which isn’t bad considering this week had me losing 3-4 days of productivity.

I’m going to stop right now. I still have The Trinity to fill out and Totems. But I will finish tomorrow.

If you’re not already there, go to the Welcome to my Life Facebook page – WTML. Or the YouTube channel – WelcomeToMyLife08. You can also find me on Facebook under Rev. Matt. And there is the newer TikTok @WTML23

Wherever you are and whenever you are – Like, Comment, and Share – we’re on a Journey and it takes you to get there.

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

WALT: And Walt…

DOC:  Unt Doc…

JOHNNY: Aaaaand Johnny…

And those guys, saying, “Stay Tuned-In, Fellow Travelers,” and wishing you Peace, Love, Light…

WALT: And Freakishness, Baby.

The Totems & Archetypes

from Ted Andrews’ Animal Speak