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It is…Sunday, October 25, 2020. Time...Regurgitating.

Theme – Blessings in Disguise

Lesson – Perspective

Observation – Silver Lining…Clouds…All That

The Post

I’m not sure where to begin, or what to even write about this week. Everything from this past week was very intense, and, yet, it feels like it is blurred. I worked my three days at The Seasonal Store and my three days at The Job – with drama in between at both. I finished putting The Cave in order…for now. I managed some salvage things, visited with The Putter and The Professor, and took care of life’s daily business.

I think what I would like to do is just kind of highlight and bullet point some things, including things from last week that I didn’t manage to write about.

For instance, my day at The thrift Shop. I shouldn’t say ‘day.’ It truly was but a moment. I had off last Friday, and as my only day off that week, it became the day of running. I had a few miscellaneous things that I needed. One for work. Two for a prank. One for me personally. So, I headed to The Thrift Shop. I needed a blue shirt, black and, also, brown pants and a gym bag. I decided that I would also scope out candles just in case I spotted something I liked.

I walked in and headed for the men’s section. As I turned to enter the row of racks, I spotted a blue shirt. It looked to be the perfect color. I picked up the hangar and looked at the tag – just the right size. Score.

Now I need black pants for work. I turned towards the left and the rack behind me. Black pants. I picked a pair up….just the right size. How about those brown pants? Score! First pic, right size. So, I set off in search of the final item – a gym bag. On my way, I walked up and down and aisle or two, scoping those candles…just in case. There on the endcap, for a dollar something, was a small votive holder. Santa Clause. Now, if you know me, you know there was no way I was going to let that slip through my fingers. [And, I am burning the remains of that candle as I write.] I walked over to the section I needed. I immediately spotted a blue bag. I picked it up and it was exactly what I was looking for. All-in-all, I think I spent 15-20 minutes in that store [and that was only because I had to run to the restroom while I was there.]

I know I talked about the gym membership previously. That was funny to me. When I initially signed up, I thought over and over again how I should just get the upgraded membership. However, I had somehow convinced myself that that extra three dollars a month was some sort of a big deal. Like, if I didn’t spend it on something like massage chairs and convenience I was doing my finances some sort of great service.

Really??

It took one day, one visit, to decide that I was doing the upgrade. I do not regret it one bit. It has done wonders for me. Currently, the routine is to go in and get on the hydromassage lounge. That is immediately followed by a massage chair. This totals about 20 minutes between the two. It’s not a lot of time, but, so far, I feel as though it has done a lot of good. After that, I spend a bit of time on the treadmill. Truly just a little bit. I am working up to more – more time on the treadmill and more exercises in general. When all that is said and done I hit the locker room for a hot shower and a shave. I only do this every couple of days, and, sooner rather than later the massages will become a once a week thing as opposed to every time I go.

I afforded myself another luxury. I bought a 19” TV. It goes like this. I had a TV at The Cave, one I inherited along the way and had used at The Dormitory. I figured that I have the electric and WiFi hookups, so why not bring the TV over. Up until recently I have been trying to watch things on the laptop, but I also have work to do on the laptop and doing both at the same time was proving difficult. So, I brought the TV back to Camp and plugged it in…it wouldn’t turn on. I wasn’t surprised with this. It had had problems in the first place. That is how I came to inherit it. However, I was quite disappointed. So disappointed, in fact, that within two hours I had a new TV. First, I figure that wherever I end up, as long as I can have one I will want one. But, second, I also do not regret this choice. In just one week, I have seen an incredible change in my productivity overall.

There was another lil tale from last week that I did not get the chance to share. I went to see a show at The College that Saturday night. I had it planned for like two weeks. But, Saturday was just before Sunday last week, and, as we all know, Sunday would find me reaching a breaking point. So, I must have been feeling it coming on. I really did not feel like going to that show that night. I got home from The Job and just sat.

“Go to the show.”

I don’t wanna.

“No. Really. Go to the show.”

No. Really. I don’t wanna. I mean, sure, it would be cool and all, but….no.

“Just go and be seen.”

Ugh. Sigh. Fine.

So, off I went. And, I was seen. Several times, by several people. Nothing truly incredible, or mind-blowing, happened. It was just a night out. It was nice to see my friends and associates on stage – including some I wasn’t expecting. [And, especially in these times it was nice to see some creative works happening.] And, though I didn’t see them, they know I was there and that I appreciated their work, time and efforts. As it would turn out, the performance itself was only 30 minutes long and I was back at Camp and nestled on the cot before I knew it.

I have reached out to ‘Jim’ one final time. I haven’t caught up with him since I left The Dormitory. I tried to reach him once offering to return his bungee cord. Then a second time. The third time, I pretty much told him that I just wondered how he was doing. I never heard from him. So, I sent a fourth and final message, letting him know I thought I would try to reach out just one more time. Still no response. It is sad and I do wish him well, but I understand his choices.

When I did my shopping last week, that same fated Friday as The Thrift Shop, I bought seam sealer and some sort of fabric protectant in the camping section. I applied them as soon as I could, which happened to be this past Monday. I don’t know if they are going to help things any or if I even applied them correctly. But, I decided, that it made me feel good, as though I was actually trying to do something to make things better for myself- even if just so slight. [I also decided that maybe I should have waited until I was leaving for work to apply the protectant, rather than apply it and sit in those fumes for hours. Oy vay! Lol.]

I have been slowly re-establishing my routine. The same routine that I developed while at The Dormitory – Pre COVID. I have a long way to go before I am back where I was with it. But, just like my new Gym Therapy,’ I just need to keep at it – little bits at a time.

I think that I have come to the conclusion that I am not afraid of having money. With all of my struggles over the years, and my poor relationship with Mammon in general, I began to wonder if I was afraid to have money. I mean, there’s got to be something in my psyche or my spirit that is resistant. But, this past week, I looked at it again, and perhaps it is that I am afraid of not having money. I think is conditioning from the past two decades. I hawk over my money. I check my finances every day religiously, even if I know nothing has changed. I still check every account and account for every cent. With recent events – such as the tent and My Getaway, I find myself strapped recently. More strapped than I’d like. I still have some wiggle room but I worry it is not enough. And, I see a similar pattern developing next week. Here’s what’s funny about it all to me. The amount of wiggle room I have left is after all things are said and done – the bills are paid, the car is fueled, and I am fed. Plus, because of the two jobs, I am currently getting paid weekly. This time last year, I would have that same amount of money, only it would have to last me two weeks rather than a few days…AND I would still have bills to pay out of that. So, why am I getting myself so bent out of shape now? I took a hit. I will recover. I have developed a much different relationship with Mammon. I have had savings. Granted, I used it for things, but just the fact that I could put it aside is a big difference. It is the first time in all of my life I have been able to tuck money aside for any purpose. I am conscious of my spending and I feel, overall, I make good choices. I save where I can save, so that I can spend when I need to spend. I’ll be fine. Or, at least, that is what the meditation said.

I had two moments of meditation in this past week. Both, literally, just swept over me. The first, I was sitting in my chair at camp. It was before work and I had been looking at my finances and stressing. The next thing I know I am being swept off into the Never-Neverland of The Cosmos. Something just washed over me and I was zoned out. I do not know how long it lasted. Bu I can remember lots of bright, white light and the words, “You will be fine.” The second one, had me pulling off into a park on my drive back to camp on Friday. I could feel it coming and I thought, surely, I could make it all the way back to Camp before it hit. I could not. I pulled into a park, put my seat back and I was gone. This one was interesting and intense, because, without having given it a thought, I found myself in my space. When I first started on my spiritual path, I came across something that said you should create a space to meet your guide in. A place to go in your mind and meditate. So, I did. A small little river, a big tree and a rock. These were the main elements. I have traveled to My Space innumerable times in two decades. But, it always took time and focus. I had to concentrate on getting there. [Just so I could stop thinking and let everything go.] This time, however, it just happened all on its own. Unfortunately, me being me, I have absolutely no clue what happened once I got there.

One of my ‘Post-It Notes’ is about not feeling connected lately. I can say that that was true last week. This week however, I feel as though it has shifted a bit. But, then, so has my productivity, my routine, my space. Interesting how it all seems connected, eh?

Big ‘D’ had her heart procedure. [I still don’t know what, exactly. She had done.] Nonetheless, She is home and well on the road to recovery. She has been out and about and up and doing things.

Likewise, The Putter had his heart surgery and is also on the road to recovery. But, his procedure was much more intense and severe than Big ‘D’s so he has a much longer road. That is what made this past visit so important. It was the first time I had seen him in 19 days. He was doing well. A little rough around the edges, but then aren’t we all? All things considered, he is moving about and functioning pretty damn good.

The MattMobile suffered a hit and run yesterday. It was parked at The Job and somebody hit it pretty good and just kept on going. I filed a police report. There were witnesses and a partial license plate. We are waiting t see if any video can help in the search. No one was hurt and the damage was minimal. So far, it does not seem to have impacted driving in any way. So, it wasn’t a horrible thing, just more of a nuisance. I hadn’t given much thought to insurance or anything of the sort, until today. I had a conversation with The Baker who is an insurance adjuster. She said, if they find the guy, then I can submit it to his insurance and get some sort of money for the damage. Obviously, if I did, I wouldn’t use it to fix The MattMobile. It’s not that I’m being neglectful. I am trying to be practical and realistic. The next inspection is in July of next year. It is not going to pass inspection. I have put plenty of money into that car this year to keep it functioning and useable. But, no matter what, next July it is done. But, that money could go towards the housing fund. It would certainly put me back on track. In other words, this could have been a little blessing in disguise.

Only Time Will Tell.

My time at The Job this week was difficult. There is a lot of tension stemming from my blowup last Sunday. Rightfully so. There was much about that which was wrong on my part. However, I think it is going to open Just Enough cans of worms to maybe have been worth it. Again- Only Time Will Tell.

The Outlook for the week ahead is this –

I have a Quest tomorrow with Looch. We are still headed to Sleepy Hollow, despite so many things that almost stood in our way.

Tuesday is both Big ‘D’s Birthday and it is The Day of Death [Observed.]

Friday, I am seeing The Princesses as a trade-off for Saturday. Normally, Halloween is one of the times I get them. However, this year they were trying to make plans for Halloween night [understandably so. I would if I could.] So, we are going to go see a show at The College on Friday.

Saturday, as I just stated, is Halloween. This is not only a Holi-day for me, but it also marks the anniversary of my dedication to Spirit. This Saturday, though, is very special. It is also a Full Moon. Not just any Full Moon, but a coveted Blue Moon.

Of course, Sunday, we set the clocks back an hour. [And, that just screws with all of reality.]

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The Totems & Archetypes

**from Ted Andrews’ Animal Speak**

Swan – Awakening the True Beauty and Power of the Self

The emotions will become more sensitive, and you will find yourself becoming more sensitive to the emotions of others. A solar symbol. As you realize your own true beauty, you unfold the ability to bridge to new realms and new abilities. See the inner beauty in all without considering appearances. Find it easier to stand colder climates than warmer. The North. Reflect power and longevity. Faerie Realm. Totem of the child, the poet, the mystic, and the dreamer. Hints of the need for control.