S3EP4: Long-Winded

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It is…Sunday, January 30, Two-Thousand and Twenty-New. Time...Spuddled

Theme – Thank G-d

I have two approaches to this.

First, is the obvious. Gratitude is the Best Attitude. So, give thanks to G-d for all that you have.

Second, is basically the same thing, but on a detail by detail structure. There are so many random moments in any given day when any slight factor altered could have led to something much worse. [Or not as good.] Every day I see this, both sides, in a financial arena. Every day, all it would take one slight difference and things would be greatly changed. Something processing differently than anticipated. Consistent cell service. Workflow. All of these things contribute to my success, or lack thereof. So many days that I just barely skated by, but still, the proper flow of things helped me do so. Thank G-D for that.

But also, along the way, despite less than desirable finances, other things have been getting accomplished as well. Every choice to not be on the road – for some rationale or another – has led to a moment of accomplishment, a degree of completion. Thank G-d that things fell together properly and I still managed to stay afloat financially.

But even deeper, yet simpler, moments – like when I fell on the ice. Right off the bat, Thank G-d I was OK. Thank G-dthat I landed on my back. Thank G-d it was my upper back as opposed to my lower back. Thank G-d I didn’t land on the stairs instead of moving those extra few inches in the air. Thank G-d that I didn’t hit my head [any worse than I apparently had.]

Plain and simple, for every moment, every experience – Thank G-d.

Lesson – Vibration is the Key

You hear all sorts of things in metaphysics in regards to The Universe and Manifestation and how they work. The biggest one is ‘Words.’

“Watch your words. Words are power.”

I do not deny nor argue this point. It is what makes prayer such a potent tool. What You Put Out Comes Back to You. It is not What We Put Into Our Mouths That Defiles Us but That Which Comes Out of It. But, inevitably, you come to all of the complexities of it. Things such as The Universe doesn’t understand negatives. In other words, one cannot use the affirmation, “I am not poor.” The Universe does not understand negatives so all it hears is, “I am poor.”

Oh. So, it should also work if I say, “I am not abundant.”

“You can’t do that. You can’t tell The Universe that you are not abundant.”

“But you just said that The Universe doesn’t understand negatives. So it should…”

“That’s not what I meant. That’s not how it works.”

Eh…phooey!

Besides, the words you speak become secondary, because Intention is Cause. If your words do not align with the Intention then they will simply backfire. Truthfully, it is you that must align with the intention. [To better understand it.] The best example I can give would be JustUs Productions’ production of ‘Annie.’ In my mind, on paper, my motivation was good. I believed my Intention to be good as well. And it’s not that it was ill-intended either. But my Intention was clouded and drive by ego that I could not see. In the end, it became nothing more than a display on all sides and from all parties.

Despite the ego influences, my intended Goals were good-hearted. I still believe in the plan that was JustUs Productions. I still think it could do good things for artists and entertainers. So, the Intention was there. But my Vibration was off. I was in desperate space – mentally, emotionally and spiritually. [Not to mention financially.] This is what caused the ego influences. I needed that production to be successful and to put me where I wanted to be, but there was so much doubt – with in me and around me – that I never really believed it could work. I was scared that it wouldn’t.

The Vibration is the Key. They say that in the physical realm opposites attract. Yet, on the spiritual plane, like attracts like. It is like a tuning fork and string on a piano resonating together. It is vibration that calls things to us or pushes them away. What You put Out Comes Back to You.

And, interestingly enough, in Ceremonial Magick it is not just the words you speak but the vibration at which you speak them that gives them potency and power.

Observation – You Can Always Make More Money. You Cannot Make More Time.

This one is kind of short, sweet, and simple. It came up when Cuddlebug and I were discussing why I wasn’t working this weekend [at driving.] I told her that we had a rare opportunity to not only spend quality time together, but also get some things done and settled. I followed up by explaining that, in this blog, I often mention that Time and Money are our two greatest Resources in life. My Observation has been that Money can always be adjusted and amended and you can either make more or spend less. Time, despite its illusory nature is fixed. It ticks on at its own pace, no matter what. You cannot make more time nor can you save it for a rainy day. When one invests money, one does so with the anticipation of a monetary return. When one invests time, it is not usually assumed that you will gain more time added to your ever-dwindling stockpile.

Time will forever be the most precious commodity.

The Post

This was perhaps one of the oddest weeks I have had in some time. Yes. Odd. Even for me – very odd. It started all very normal on Monday morning, and then somewhere it took a twist. Not to say that it is ending poorly. It has just been a very different ride than I would have expected. And, though things are not as I would have them, things are precisely as they should be. [I suppose.] Systems and routines are finding their places. Tasks have been accomplished. For the most part, a good foundation has been laid. Of course, the glitch in my system is a financial one. [Which is not one I think I cannot handle.]

So, like I said, when I awoke on Monday it the whole week was Situation Normal. I had my days of work and budgets planned out. I had some shopping to do and things to which I needed to tend. It all seemed plain and simple, really – cut and dry. It wasn’t to be that way at all.

I was going to say, “somewhere I slipped on a banana peel, and things went out of control from there.” But, it wasn’t a banana peel. It was a sheet of ice. This actually happened Sunday night, but quite possibly be what jostled the week that would unfold. And though it was Sunday night, it was also after sundown which would have put me under the influence of the new day. [Lunar Cycle.]

Nonetheless, I took a wallop of a fall. It was something straight outta Home Alone. Legit. I took air. I was carrying a bin of recyclables out for morning pick-up. There was snow on the wooden steps leading down from the back door but nothing to slippery. However, at the bottom of the steps, on the cement walk, there was a mound of ice that was covered by snow.

I stepped off that bottom stair and before I knew what was happening I was in the air looking up at the sky. It was an awkward moment. It was long enough of a moment to realize and acknowledge what was happening [and going to happen next] but not enough time to actually react.

Step. Slip. Into the air. Realization. THUD.

I had time to recognize that I was going to hit and that it was going to hurt. So when I landed on the ground all one could hear next was, “Aw, fuck me. That’s going to hurt.” [And two days later it did.] Still, I picked myself up, brushed myself off, and went back about my business. I cautiously returned up the steps and then proceeded to throw rock salt down. Which, I now knew for certain that, I needed.

I don’t know how long I was out on the road Monday before I received a text from Lil Boss letting me know she had heard from the landlord that the electrician was going to be available this week. You see, there was a random inspection of the properties a few weeks ago. Codes have changed and it was time to see if the properties changed as well. There were a few outlet/heater combinations that needed some changes. [Electrical outlets can no longer be directly above a baseboard heater.] No problem, I thought. I knew what needed to be moved to make room for him to work.

I can’t remember why, exactly, I stopped working on Monday. I don’t know if it was just a slow day or if I had some errand to run. Nonetheless, I headed home at an earlier hour and decided I would move things for the electrician. I was already done moving the big stuff when I noticed a different outlet on one of the walls. The electrician had already been to The Nest. He took care of the things he could get to and left the rest undone. That’s all fair and fine and I get it. I was just frustrated that it was such short notice. This is how it has worked through this whole process. It’s always been notice the day of. But, whatever. I decided I would leave most stuff moved but that each morning I would move the TV put pf the way and then move it back each night so I could function. This was frustrating and a bit irritating but it wasn’t a terrible thing.

I don’t recall what the rest of Monday was. I finished one day and began preparing for the next – lunches, clothes, etc. I had ended my day a little behind my Goal for the day, but I could get there throughout the week.

I knew that on Tuesday there was going to be a Safety Meeting. The Professor was down off the mountain and was going to be stopping at F’n Bob’s. He was planning on arriving around noon. This is actually a terrible time to stop my day, but it has been over a month since the man could get down from the mountain and it was sort of my brotherly duty to make some time for him.

I got out on the road a little earlier than I have been lately. I figured if I could squeeze in extra hours in the morning that maybe it would cushion the day for me a bit. [It didn’t but that is neither her nor there at the moment.] I managed to arrive a little early. Just the flow of business that day. I even stopped to grab a few things from The Cave before I got there.

It was a good meeting and reminiscent of days gone by. Good times past. It also got a little out of hand. [Nothing terrible as in days gone by.] It was just a little more, and a little longer, than I had planned on. Originally, I had planned on hanging for like an hour or so and then get back out on the road.

An hour and forty minutes in, I knew I was not going to be much good on the road for the afternoon and evening. Since it had been feeling like such a potent and powerful day I decided that perhaps I would take advantage of the rest of it and do a little ‘Shaman-ing.’ It has been a very, very [very] long time since I have really been able to ‘drift into the netherworld,’ as it were. The time just seemed right.

Finally, four hours later I was leaving The Safety Meeting. I knew, again, that this would shift the experience. Little did I know just how much. By the time I got back to The Nest I was fully fired up from The Safety meeting. So, I was a little wired and high-strung. [There is video that may make an appearance at some point.] I decided before I released myself into other worlds that perhaps I should get myself settled in this one. I made sure dishes were all done. Lunches and clothes were prepped for the next day. I even took to cleaning the big wall in the living room. The electrician had not returned yet and I was still going to have to move the TV and such back and forth but I decided the time as right to get that wall done while I could.

Giving the nest a deep [enough] cleaning has been a mission since we arrived. I’ve said it over and over again. But it is a transient home. There are at least four sets of actors in here, 8 weeks at a time, over the course of the year. They may tidy up, vacuum, even dust on occasion. But none of them is giving it the kind of cleaning a home deserves. The Lil Boss, who oversees The Nest activities has only one week, twice a year, during which she could get in here and clean – assuming she actually has the time. We’re here for four months and so I decided we were going to do it. I have been cleaning cabinets and closets and dishes and walls and anything else that appears. You may question the walls but I believe walls should be done once every two years. [One year if you smoke or burn excess incense.]

So, I did all my tasks and eventually did sit down to ‘Shaman Out.’ I knew right away it would only be moments before I was actually just falling asleep. That is precisely what happened. I slept. I slept good. I slept deep. And I had a series of Dreamtime experiences. I had my Shaman experience even though I didn’t really experience it.

If I had any doubt of this, it would be cleared up Wednesday morning. I woke up fairly early in the morning and started to groggily make my way into the day. It took about an hour before I realized that the grogginess wasn’t really fading or wearing off. I was awake but I hadn’t yet awakened. I was still on a groove. I was in those lingering whisps of transcendence. The truth is, I never quite got myself completely grounded that day.

On Wednesday, I was having a terrible day from a work aspect. There just weren’t the orders to keep things moving and I was in no state of mind to be sitting still. I finally resolved that I would just go and get the laundry done and return to the nest and make what I could of the day. I came back and not only folded my laundry but also managed to iron all of my shirts. I haven’t been able to iron anything in a very long time. [And there was a time in my life when I ironed almost everything.] Then I decided to tackle the rest of the cleaning. Or most of it anyway. When I was done all that was left was the girls’ rooms and the entry stairwell. I also need to wash some tile floor but that is best saved until the snow settles itself some.

Thursday, I made some money. Friday, I made some money. Just Enough to keep me floating, but not enough to put me where I wanted to be. By Thursday, Friday night’s performance was cancelled. By Friday, both of Saturday’s would be cancelled as well. [Due to weather concerns.] I wasn’t really thinking about The Theatre in terms of my finances this week. So I wasn’t overly concerned about the loss of income. I also can’t say I was surprised by this turn of events. It’s almost as if some part of me knew it was going to happen.

My life is full of adjustment and shifts. This weekend would prove to be no different. With no time at The Theatre, The Princesses and I would find ourselves with more time than we normally would know what to do with. We made some choices – after some commotion.

I had come to the conclusion that this was a pivotal weekend. This weekend would bring the next Marker Date. It brings the conclusion of my yearly Void. It is what I would consider Imbolc weekend. The shift in scheduling opened up many possibilities.

Despite much protest, it was decided that we would clean their rooms this weekend. We would work together and get it done. I also wanted to do a more regular cleaning of the kitchen and bath. I figured with all of this done, the only extra project left is the entryway and that can wait a bit. Everything else is now just a matter of routine maintenance. This is a big burden of relief for me. I needed the cleaning done. [Because with cleaning comes cleansing and I need the space conducive to my being.]

I also decided that I would use the shift in time to adjust my weekly routines. I’ve made decent enough money lately [except for this past week] but I have been struggling to really kill it every day or every week. There have been a few factors involved in this. One has been the list of tasks I have been trying to conquer in order to feel moved and settled in for the time being. The major things on that list are now complete and caught up. Another factor has been parking. The later I get home the less chance for a close parking space. This is really only a major pain in the morning when I have to get stuff to The Vantasm. At night I can always unload quickly and then move to a parking space. However, it is also difficult when I have groceries or laundry to unload. So, I try to get back earlier when I have those things.

The new routine is for me to focus on work Monday through Friday. Friday night we do The Theatre. Then I am taking off from driving on Saturday and Sunday, though still doing The Theatre most Saturday nights. I am going to use Saturday for grocery shopping and sometime on Sunday I hope to be doing the laundry. This will remove almost all major distractions from my main work week. It will also give us more flexible time to spend together.

All-in-all, I am comfortable with where things are in my life at the moment. The tasks for living are completed and balanced. I have found my systems and routines. My life has redeveloped itself into something I had forgotten a long time ago. My finances are still more touch and go then I would like but that can be adjusted rather quickly and easily.

In keeping with the true nature of my year, January has been a Void. It has been the most productive and abundant Void I have seen but it was still unpredictable, uncontrollable. I feel comfortable and confident moving into Imbolc and my year ahead. I sense changes but I can’t imagine what they may be. Time will tell I suppose.

I’ve actually been thinking about my past several years.

Last year at this time I was making final preparations to launch the WhooDoo VooDoo Tour.

Two years ago I was just starting The Job.

Three years ago I was oblivious to what was just around the corner.

Four years ago I was just discovering The Theatre.

Four years does not seem like much time in the grand scheme of things but my what a ride it has been. So much has happened. So much has shifted. Each year has been like a life unto itself. Each year has been so very different than the preceding or the following. It makes me curious what lies in the year ahead.

It is such a very intriguing time for me metaphysically. As I have already mentioned, I am coming to the end of The Void of my year and quickly approaching Imbolc. I find myself balanced and ready to go. Everything has been following the flow of prophetic markers. [The next is on or around Feb 27/28.] So many things are just lining up.

For instance, I noticed that it has taken me about 6 weeks to get completely settled in and grounded. I now have another 6 weeks to just enjoy it and make the most of it. Then, following the pattern, I have about 6 weeks to get myself packed up and moved out.

I also noticed that these time frames are lining up with the Holi-Days of the Wheel of The Year. Phase 1 stretched from the beginning of Yule to Imbolc. Phase 2 will then run from Imbolc to Ostara. And, finally, Phase 3 will take us all the way to Beltane.

Even the combinations coming on Tuesday are fairly potent. It is Imbolc – the time of ‘New Life’ springing forth. It is the New Moon and it is the Lunar New Year. All new cycles and new life. To postulate what the upcoming shifts and changes may be would paint me quite foolish. Yet, I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge that things are perfectly lined up to offer great potential.

Lately, I do these posts in segments. I never seem to have the right kind of time to just sit down and write it all out. So, please forgive me if I repeat myself or seem scattered. Truly, there are always so many thoughts and it is hard to keep track of them in bits and pieces.

The Princesses and I had a really good weekend. We took full advantage of the extra time together.

Friday night we first stopped for groceries. This is something I am going to try to move to Saturday mornings. Then home we went, put away the groceries, hung out a bit and finally cleaned Cuddlebug’s room.

Saturday morning we got up and snacked about until we ran to The Farmer’s Market. Except for some beverages for browsing and a bunch of bananas we didn’t buy anything. The girls used to go there with Big ‘D’ and they wanted to go again and have a look around. We scoped it all out and determined this was something we wanted more of in our lives – not just for browsing but also for the occasional shopping trip.

We came home from The Market and I made some egg sandwiches and hashbrowns. There was a brief afternoon of chilling out and then I made dinner. After we ate, I taught them how to play Rummy 500 and introduced them to one of my fave shows to watch. Sunshine wasn’t thrilled about the show. She made that very clear from the outset. She insisted that every show I have made them watch hasn’t been very good. I argued that point with her, considering I could list 3 shows right off the top of my head that I introduced them to and they watched repeatedly afterwards. Still, she was not going to give in that easy. By the end, the show, “alright.” [She certainly couldn’t admit, at that point, if she liked it.]

On Sunday, I got up and set to the dishes right away. After trying to write on Saturday night I was not up to the task. I put it off until the morning and I faced it immediately. Then I cleaned the kitchen and bath while the girls slept. The meal plan for the day was to just let everyone pick at what they wanted, when they wanted. So, after they were awake and I had myself settled enough I set out to do some laundry. [This is another thing I have contemplated moving to the weekend, but am no longer certain it would be a benefit.]

The day marched on and eventually we would clean Sunshine’s room and then it would be time to take them home. Sunshine was also not thrilled at the prospect of cleaning. Hence why it was put off until Sunday at the very last minute. She protested all through the process of Cuddlebug’s room. We even had a bit of a fight then.

It’s hard for me as a parent. I get it. No one really likes doing chores. I certainly never did. Even as adults we don’t necessarily look forward to cleaning or washing dishes or taking care of the laundry. But they are all things that must be done. So, as a parent, I want to instill that in my children. It’s not even about them doing it now. My point really is to prepare them to have to do it in the future. One day they will be adults and they will have to do all of these things for themselves. I think it is best to learn as young as possible about the process and the frequency. It is a part of life we must accept and the sooner we do this the sooner we can make a certain level of piece with it.

This was a point made in the disagreement. I have stressed to the girls, time and again, that cleaning is a very Zen experience for me. Sunshine used this as a jab when she shouted out, “You are the only person in the world…in this room…who finds Zen in cleaning.” This may be very true. In which case I feel sorry for everyone else. It hasn’t always been that way. It is something I learned and grew into.

When I was younger, I was responsible for cleaning Olde Geistopia. This is something that carried forward, off and on, in life. Nonetheless, it was a weekly chore. That house is huge. The rooms are big and they were jam-packed full with this knick and that knack. Shelves, cabinets, cupboards – anything that could hold something did. And, at the time, I was told that, in order for it to be done right, everything had to come off the shelves, cabinets, cupboards, and whatever else, and be cleaned and returned to it’s place. Every week.

Every week the furniture would get wiped down. On dining room and kitchen chairs, the kind with the spindles, I would have to wrap the cloth around the spindle and twist it around to get the dust off of those little ridges and bumps.

When I was older and my room was upstairs, the totality of the cleaning schedule would include – Living room, dining room, kitchen, family room, half bath/laundry room, hallway, upstairs bath, and bedroom.

Every week.

I hated it. I very often dreaded it. But it was something I had to do. It took many, many years [and a spiritual awakening] to find the Zen in the act of cleaning. First, I found the peace in solitude. There was time in Geistopian history when I would have daytime hours in the house alone. This is when I would do the bulk of the cleaning.

That is when and how I learned my process. Candles and incense are lit. Music goes on. I never do just one room at a time. A whole floor is done in stages. First I tidy up and organize. Then I do dishes. Next I will dust and clean each room. Finally the floors. It is a good system and it has a certain flow to it. That flow can be disrupted by the presence of others, as well as be disruptive to them.

So, I like to clean in solitude. Over the years it became more challenging to have a time. People were home more often. I would take to cleaning in the middle of the night or on days when they would go away as a unit. I had spent many a Holi-day cleaning the house while they were at festivities.

All-in-all it would take 6+ hours to give Olde Geistopia an ‘acceptable’ cleaning. I very often spent 8 hours doing it. One time, when the whole gang went to Atlantic City, I spent 10 hours of my only day off cleaning that house really good. [Fortunately, by then, it was Zen.]

The Zen came along over my spiritual path. So many things factor into the mindset. There is ‘Waking Meditation.’ Achieving a state of oneness by simply being one with the moment. A focused concentration on what you are doing. The example I had once read was about washing dishes. Wash the dishes. Do not think about tomorrow or the day you just had. Do not think about bills and concerns. Do not think about the television show you are going to watch in ten minutes when you are done. Simply wash the dishes. Think about the dishes and the soap and the water. Feel the cleaning happen. Feel the warmth of the water. Wash the dishes.

This became a foundation in my path to Zen Cleaning. I had already kinda been doing this with the schedule I was keeping at the time. Still, a focused and determined effort was what I put forth every time. But, it became more than that.

As I continued on my spiritual path and studied Reiki and concerned myself with the Magicks of Universal energies, cleaning became more than just a simple cleaning. It became a cleansing – sage included. After all, what would be the point in clearing the space of physical grunge and grime and not doing the same for the spiritual or energetic space of your home? So, a focused and determined effort to clean and cleanse the living space. [And empower it.]

And, finally…just that. Every Act is an Act of Magick. If we could take nothing else from the ramblings of Mr. Crowley, there is always that one very important tidbit. Everything we do – internally and externally – impacts/influences The Universe in some way shape or form. Perhaps only in your own personal miniscule corner of it. Or, maybe the catalyst for a butterfly effect you cannot quite conceive. That was the final piece.

A focused and determined effort to clean, cleanse, and empower the space. It was empowered for health and harmony and abundance. It is in all of this that I find peace of mind, body and spirit. This is my path to Zen. Not only does the space feel better when it is done, but I do as well. I feel lighter, lifted up, charged and ready to go.

As a parent, I would wish that I could impart that wisdom of experience [or is an experience of wisdom] on my children. They could only grow stronger through it.

Anyway, the girls and I are slowly finding our groove in The Nest. Things are settling into place – both physically and on a schedule. I have asked them to use the energies of Imbolc – from weekend to weekend – to really focus on and think about how they see our lives from there. I am doing the same. Though The Nest is temporary, I see it as a foundation. It has been many things already and served me many purposes. But whatever it has been, whatever purpose it may really have, I see it as a Divine Promise that there is a home for me and my family – that somewhere out there is a Nest that can be The New Geistopia. I am worthy of it. I deserve it. I can manage it and care for it just fine. Perhaps my previous deductions are correct. Perhaps, all this time, it is not that it has been out there somewhere waiting for me to get myself together. Instead, maybe I have just been killing time waiting for it to be available.

Only time will tell.

The final topic is WTML. I have been working tirelessly at getting a routine down for all of it. The Sunday posts still offer me challenges and they can be a struggle. But each week I get closer and closer to the deadline. [Which is actually by the end of Monday.]

I do have some video on which I am currently working. There are two from this past week that deserve at least a partial viewing. I have a scripted one I am working on. That is a little more complex and involves trying a few new things. I did try a run but there are still things for me to learn and consider so that will not be completed quite yet. Plus, I want to return to a regular cycle of videos as a whole.

Another struggle I have been having throughout the entire process of WTML is ‘Seasons’ – the markings of beginnings and endings. I get lost in what season I am in and can’t seem to find a proper place to switch them. I am doing that now. Even though this has been a brief season, with the next post [the first post after Imbolc] I will be changing to Season 4. I figure this makes a good distinct beginning. This way I can cycle through seasons more naturally but also there is a larger something at play and I want a definite “This is when I marked it” kind of distinction. From there the Seasons will change…with the Seasons. Imbolc marks Spring – the Season of New Life born. Summer, the season of nurturing and tending, begins with Beltane and so will Season 5 of WTML. Then Lammas, the season of the harvest – Autumn, will give way to Season 6. And, finally, Season 7 will start in the winter, the Season of rest, on October 31 or Samhain.

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.

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**

Mouse - Attention to Detail.

It is either time to pay attention to details, or an indication that you cannot see the forest for the trees. You may be getting so locked into details that you forget the big picture. Are you taking care of the trivial, yet necessary, things of life? Are you getting so lost in big dreams that you are neglecting other aspects of your life? Are you becoming so focused on one or two activities that you are neglecting other opportunities? Are you missing what is right in front of you? Is there something obvious that you are missing or need to focus on? Are you trying to do too many things at once and therefore scattering your energies? Mouse can show how to pay attention to detail; how to attain the big things by working on the little things. Lessons associated with attention.