S8EP6: The Beginning & The End

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!

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Looch

The Bassett Hound

Bert-On

The Baker of the Cornbread

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The Mudder

Zason

St. Diane & You (3)

Brother John

Spooky Queen

Boom-Boom Snuffbox

The Nameless One

Tim-Bo

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The Rox

PDT

Sir Richard Slouch

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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

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It is…Sunday, December 11, Two-Thousand and Twenty-New. Time...???

Theme – It’s Not So Simple

In all of my travels, over all of these years, the one thing I have always loved is hearing about what people do – their jobs, their hobbies and passions. I love the details. Each and every time I walk away having learned a great deal and gaining a new respect for whatever it is. I think we take so many things [jobs, etc.] for granted. We think so many things are just simple and easy. We treat them as if there’s nothing to them. Fast food is a great example of this. There is a lot more to it than people realize. Or talking at The Mechanic’s the other day, I learned of all sorts of regulations and inspections and stuff they have to deal with as a gas station. Or, after her concert I asked Sunshine what she would say is the one thing that makes playing cymbals more difficult than it looks. [Not being condescending.] She then explained to me a certain way to work the cymbals after they clash so that they don’t stick together when you try to pull them apart again. I would have never thought of any such thing. It’s Not So Simple.

Lesson – Gratitude – Pay it Forward

I know there has been a long running Theme of Gratitude lately. It’s just really been on my mind – the importance and power of it. This week I remembered that way back in the beginning of my path I had encountered a philosophy that said the thing that distinguished men like Jesus and Moses from the rest of us is that they knew they were going to receive what they asked for and thanked for it in advance. [Thank you for this blessing which we are about to receive.] It kind of makes sense really. Ask and it is Given. You Always Have What You Need. So why not just give thanks for it up front?

Observation – Just Wait

I’m actually having difficulty with the Observation this week. I’m not sure those are the proper words. What I am experiencing is a whole vibe. I see stillness before me. There is a calm in the air like I have never really known before. Which is odd considering my world [inner and outer] is in chaos. And as I stare into the stillness and let the calm caress over my skin, I simply hear the words Just Wait. I think it is practical. More often than not, it is the only thing we can do. When excited about something, do not push ahead – Just Wait. When feeling fearful of failure, do not throw in the towel – Just Wait. I find myself, currently, in a situation which I have been both excited over and fearful of. I have pushed and pushed trying to bring things to the outcome I believe can be. Still, I seem no closer no matter what I do. So, I begin to get fearful of failure as time ticks on and deadlines approach. I, then, want to give up, throw in the towel, stop trying at all. Yet, by the next morning, I am always filled with some new sense of hope and determination to just hang on if nothing else. Just Wait is the perfect balance. It’s not about doing nothing. It is about taking what you have and what you know for certain [not what you think or believe] and working with it, managing it, the best you can – without any attachment and Just Wait and see what happens next.

The Post

I’m doing things slightly different this week. I am starting by capturing my thoughts and feelings, etc. at the very start of my week and then I will come back at the end to tell the story of the week as usual.

Monday, December 5, 2022

I’m trying to get my bearings a little bit. The week has not even really begun and already it is a little weird. It is 0646. I have been up for about an hour and a half. I’ve done my morning things and packed my lunch and brewed fresh coffee. I need to get myself together to get out on the road for my day. Though I am mostly ready, I do not feel quite prepared.

I’ve been asked to handle these next two weeks – this week in particular – with a very specific mindset. I am to live as if there are no worries. I am supposed to face my life as if everything is as perfect as perfect ever gets. I am to handle each day as if all the bills are paid – even the ones that don’t exist yet. That is a challenge.

Life, in reality, seems so very far from balanced. Let alone perfect. The bills are not all paid. There is what seems like an endless string of things to take care of and settle. I just can’t seem to do enough. The car is the perfect example. Every time I get that garage bill dwindled down to almost settled, the car ends up back in the shop and I have another string of weekly payments to make. So, the bills are far from paid – especially those that do not exist yet.

It seems, some days, like I work a lot for nothing in the end.

I do not actually have the safety and security of a home. [Or, as I was reminded this morning – the warmth.] What I have is an illusion – a temporary stay. In just under two weeks I will be back in The Rocket.

I could give example after example. The point being that there are worries, everything is not as perfect as perfect can get, The bills are being paid but are not settled.

That is my reality. That is what I wake up to face each and every day. And every day, I set out to make it all as right as I can. I try so hard and so many varied ways. Still, I must be doing something wrong because I have not made a real dent in anything.

But, I am to delude myself into believing it is all something else.

I am coming off of a very intense couple of weeks and I may not be completely done dealing with all of that. I do feel as though the waters may have settled but, for at least another week, I feel I should remain aware. I gained a lot in those weeks though.

I have dealt with my trio of Darkness in ways I have not been able to previously. I truly believe that they are now subsiding and their impact on my life will be minimal. I have also been doing a lot of Christ work. [Don’t ask me what that means. I don’t know.] It has been a present and powerful influence recently. Of course, I have also been picking up The Yuletide Spirit bit by bit as the days pass.

As I revealed last week, along with trying to balance the life I have, I have also been chasing the life that I want. I have been allowed a glimpse into it and its potential. I just don’t know how to get there. I keep trying so many different approaches.

Some messages from the past year keep popping in my head lately.

Change…You won’t even see it coming

This came at The Nest and I didn’t catch the whole statement only this part of it. I imagine it was something along the lines of “Everything is going to change…” I don’t know about any change. But I do know that I’m not seeing it.

You can have what you want with sacrifice

I have no clue what this means. I tried making sacrifices by committing to driving all day every day. I gave up time with friends. I passed on other moments of opportunity. That didn’t work. I tried sacrificing by returning to The Theatre and The College – giving up my time and messing with my income a little. Nothing. I even accepted failure and pursued applications. Dead ends – some before they even started.

So, I don’t know.

I’ve looked at things in my life I could sacrifice and give up. There really isn’t a lot to choose from. Most of my expenditures are absolutely necessary ones – Support, insurance, gas, food, phone. I have some app subscriptions but those are all work related.

I do have streaming subscriptions. Quite a few. I could give some of these up for certain. But there are many that The Princesses use. They don’t have access to much else at their mom’s. So I can’t take it away from them. Still, I could shave some and we could get down to a bare minimum.

I can find another habit or interest or two that I could eliminate. I’ve looked at it. But the truth is, even if I cut all that out and trim down all but one or two streaming subscriptions, it doesn’t make the difference. It may make a ding, but not quite a dent.

So, I don’t know.

It could have been a message about The Darkness and dealing with all of that.

I just don’t know.

Every Act is an Act of Magick

Everything projects. Everything puts something into the world. Even if it just a tiny sliver of a thought or a faint whisper. Every thought, every word, every action puts something into motion. [Interesting, Buddha taught Right Thought, Right Word, Right Action.] Of course, What You Put Out Comes Back to You. What You Feed Energy Into Grows.

Every Act is an Act of Magick

Even the shower I just had to stop and take. It not only cleaned my physical body, it also cleansed my other bodies. In fact, once upon ago I wrote a prayer, a shower ritual if you will, something to say – project – before a shower. I have a copy of it but do not think of it often. However, I have an associate who uses it to this day and has done so every day for over 20 years.

Even writing this is putting something out into the world.

Every Act is an Act of Magick.

A side note. A little extra journey. It doesn’t fit anywhere else in this part of the writing and it should be shared before we get to Sunday.

After my shower, I realized that I hadn’t done my daily ritual. So, I went in the room and set in to it. I wanted to focus as much as I could. I wanted to really experience it. I faced the East and started my gestures. I had a thought. The Voice whispered, “The Altar candle should be lit.”

Of course, I chuckled and responded, “It’s a little late for that now.” [Tomorrow.]

I continued on and turned to the South. As I was doing my gestures I thought to myself how once upon ago I would spend so much time in each quarter. I would engage and commune with the Spirit. I would always learn something – about myself, life, G-d. I haven’t done that in so long.

I turned to the West and as I raised my arms I felt a wave wash over me. It was potent with love, healing, forgiveness, understanding. All of the truly important [and Christ-Like things] in life. Then, The Voice whispered, “Above all, you must give these to yourself.”

I nodded and turned to the North. During my gestures, I had a quick flash of me living my life in my home. A foundation on which to build.

As I turned back towards the East to finish up, I realized that it had just happened. I just learned something in every quarter.

Finish What You Started

I don’t even know what to make of that. I have started oh so many things on my life’s journey. I have finished very few of them. So…where do I start?

Is it pieces and parts of WTML – such as videos and extra posts? Is it the live presentation of WTML? Which I happened to have great inspiration for in said shower. In fact, I have had more inspiration for it since I have been in this house than I have in all the times I have tried to scribe away.

Is it The Rabbit Hole?

What? What can I finish?

I don’t know. So, I just peck away at this and that and every random project ever undertaken. I figure sooner or later things will get finished and, eventually, one of them will be ‘The Thing.’

Follow the Flow; The Path of Least Resistance; Each as it Comes

These three are coming as one. [Oh, look, Ma…another Trinity.]

These are guides for my next two weeks for certain. But they are also just good daily reminders. The Universe is alive and awake. It is always guiding and communicating and shifting. It created us and therefore knows our places within it.

My Goal is to not think too much, release attachments, and just move slow and steady. I want to take each moment as it comes for whatever it is in the moment and not a minute more. I want to experience and know each moment. Like my shower. I took my time. I felt the water running over me. I felt the warmth on my skin and in my muscles. I felt the dirt wash away. I want to know every moment of the next two weeks that intimately. [And longer hopefully, but Baby Steps.]

Finally..

Believe

I could almost grunt in exasperation at this one. For as long as I have been on a path I have been asked to just simply Believe.

I must Believe at least a little, because here I am. Admittedly, I have had my fair share of doubts along the way. But, I must Believe, because here I am. Perhaps, too, it is something deeper. Perhaps I believe in G-d and The Universe just fine. Maybe, just maybe, I need to Believe in myself – my worthiness, my path, my beliefs, my being.

That is all for now, Fellow Travelers. I needed to put all of those thoughts out so I could put them away and face my week. I have quite the week ahead of me and already it is not functioning as I had planned. But, it is functioning and there is a plan. [Or, so I’m told.] For now, I must put away thought. I cannot strain nor struggle internally. My focus must remain on each passing moment.

When we next meet, Fellow Travelers, it will be…

Sunday, December 11, 2022

What a very strange week it has been. The energies have been all over the place. In fact, if I had been writing this only several hours ago my attitude and approach would have been entirely different. But, that was several hours ago. [Six Minutes is an Awfully Long time and Anything can Happen in Six Minutes.]

Monday and Tuesday were both really good days. Really good. It may take me a moment to recall the important details. I very specifically did not take any sort of notes this week. I almost wanted to sort through the haze of this week which is now Once Upon Ago and see what stood out.

I know on Monday I found something. I can’t really say what at the moment. There is a lot I can’t say in this post. It is all p[art of the Home Sweet home story and if I tell it to you now it will diminish that Journey. Nonetheless, a few months ago The Universe presented me with a What If. My response at the time was sort of a scoff. I replied with, “It would have to be one hell of a [What If] in order to shit my gears.”

On Monday, I was taken past something that would qualify as one hell of a What If. So much, in fact, that it might be too much. I don’t think this moment was a promise of anything but just a moment to get the mental juices stirring and have me contemplate possibilities.

I ran a strong energy all through Monday and Tuesday. I don’t know that I have ever felt so balanced and harmonious and in control.’ [I really hate those words.] Everything just flowed perfectly those two days. I remember that. I can’t cite you any examples, but I definitely am certain that everything just worked. I made a mental note of that.

Tuesday night, I would receive news that would leave me feeling both hopeful and anxious. Again, details will be [eventually] found in Home Sweet Home.

I’m not sure what happened Wednesday. Maybe it was processing all of the previous two days in conjunction with the news. Or, maybe it was the Full Moon. Whatever caused it – Wednesday was not a day I would have planned at this time.

I got out on the road. I started my day. Of course, I can only tell you this with certainty because I track my driving hours as they happen. It was a rough day though. I was out until almost the end of lunch and didn’t really have a strong income. I recall becoming overwhelmed that day. Like I just had to stop and shut down. I had to. It was getting heavier and heavier every minute. I made it back to the house.

That’s the last thing I remember about Wednesday.

Thursday was a very strong day for delivery driving. I was very fortunate in hitting very good offers all day long. The thing that stands out to me about Thursday is the end of my work day. The day flowed as my days usually do. I got out of her and was working by 0700. Around 0930 I broke off for about 45 minutes. I used that time to run a few small errands. Then I was back out and at it until a little after 1300. I went for groceries, came back to the house and took care of some things and got back out to work around 1700.

I remember that when I went out I had a certain amount of money to make to consider myself safe and on track. I can’t tell you how much it was, but I know it wasn’t a large amount at all. I know that after only about two deliveries I had only $14 left to make.

I got a ding for a dual delivery. It was going to pay $25. The catch was that the final destination was about 20 minutes north of the house. That is one of those areas that I will go to, but with discretion. It is a very long drive and takes me out of range for at least one of the two apps. But, there is always some potential on the way back. In this instance, I figured it was covering my needs [And Then Some] and I could call it a day with ease because I had to come past the house anyway.

As I made my way to the first pickup location – one which I generally do not care to go – when I got a ding from the other app. It offered only $14 [which was Just Enough] but the driving was minimal. I decided I would take that one instead and just drop the duo from the other app. I cancelled it and then accepted the new job.

There were two things I did not realize while this was happening. First, I did not realize that canceling the order was only going to cancel the first pickup. Second, I did not realize that as I was accepting the new order I was also driving through a known dead spot for service. So, the acceptance never went through. Suddenly, I found myself stuck with that very long drive and no clue how much I was actually going to make for it.

I sighed but played my cards as they were dealt. I picked up the order. I made the long drive. I dropped off the order. Now, when an order is completed on this app, the only money you see in your account at that time is the fee from the app. They hold the tip amount for about 60-90 minutes in order to allow the customer to adjust the tip at their discretion. Most do not. Usually, the ones that do adjust it higher. Once I had someone adjust it lower. And, honestly, I believe that was the plan all along.

So I drop off the order. I mark it delivered and I watch for the fee amount to flash across the screen.

$3.17.

From past experience, I imagine that that was the fee based on the distance/time from the original first drop off to this one [as the second.] That’s how it was programmed in the system and that is what I was left with after I canceled the first order. All I could do was hope the tip was fair enough. I was done.

That whole experience over strained my nerves. Not only was it chaotic trying to cancel and accept the orders but the drive was long and it was the peak of dinner rush hour. Traffic was terrible. I was done. An hour and a half later my phone would ding with my tip notification.

$46.28. [I had to look it up in the app.]

That brought my total to $49.49.

Friday I put in as much work as I could before attending Sunshine’s Holiday concert at school. Saturday and Sunday would get weird.

I had The Princesses with me. We had planned one last hoorah before the closing date on the 17th. But, I still had a certain amount of money I had to make in order to keep on pace. Once again, it all flowed smoothly.

They had a shopping excursion with Big ‘D’ and Boom-Dee-Aye on Saturday. I took advantage of that time to head out for work. I had taken my needed income and split it between the two remaining days. I needed XX amount each day. Saturday I made that And Then Some.

Today, I planned on spending the morning and afternoon with the girls. They had an event they wanted to attend this evening and I was dropping them off at home with plenty of time for them to get ready and for me to be back in time for dinner shift. I dropped them off and, on a whim, I decided to turn on the driving apps. I figured I was still out of range but then at least they are on, I don’t have to think about it, and I can get a ding as soon as I hit the boundary.

To my surprise, it actually did not take that long. I had only gotten one app turned on. In the time it took me to navigate back and open the second app, I was already receiving an offer from the first. I took it. It was simple and easy. Nothing out of the ordinary. I had myself down to needing something like $19.90 to stay on pace at this point.

On the way back from that delivery I received an offer paying $15 and some change. I took it. The drop off would bring me in the direction of the house. I figured the absolute worst case scenario was that I would start tomorrow -$4. That’s not the worst I’ve seen in my life. That’s not the worst I’ve seen in the past few months.

As I drove to that pickup I received an ‘add on’ delivery. A second pick up and drop off. The pick up was on my way to the first drop off. However, the drop off was similar to Thursday night. It was also going to bring me up past the house by about 15 minutes. Not that that’s a big deal. Just a little bit longer of a drive than I was feeling. It was also paying $15 and some change. [Actually, one of them paid more because I made a little over $33 between the two of them.]

In the end, I am finishing this week [starting next week] ever so slightly ahead of myself.

As I am writing this all out I feel it is a perfect demonstration of Just Wait. Each day, I only took what I knew I had to work with and worked with it. From there, all I could do was Just Wait and see how the days ended. Each and every day ended perfectly.

There were other little significant moments this week.

The Theatre asked me on Saturday if I could work that night. It was a difficult moment to work through. I had plans with the girls but I also know that it is Christmas season and all of that work falls on only one set of shoulders. I couldn’t be there at the start. I had to feed my daughters. So I contemplated offering to come in later and help them finish out the night.

While I am wrestling with this I am seeing a lot of Hawk presence. At first, I thought maybe Hawk’s message was for me to agree to go in. I’m feeling slightly different about it now. The girls got home so late that we barely had our dinner on the table by the time I would have been going in to The Theatre. We wouldn’t have had proper time together and we so needed that time. Also, at best, that time at The Theatre would have reduced what I had to make today. But, it was never going to give me extra.

Perhaps this was the message I was receiving. At another time [not so long ago] I would have guilted myself into going into The Theatre. I would have felt bad for that person. I would have told myself that it was my duty – through my commitment and devotion to spirit – it was my duty to go in and help. I do that over and over and over again with very little regard for how it affects me. I help all the time with very little, if any, gain to myself. Not just with The Theatre either. Everywhere. But The Theatre is a good example. All that time I put in there over this past year+ was never extra. In fact, very often, I made less money by helping them.

This week Bert-On invited me to join him for a performance in Reading. [Shortly, I will also relate this to some other happenings from the week.] He had an extra ticket and he will drive. This was another struggle. The show is Saturday night and Saturday night is a very good night for working. I have so many things I am trying to balance and take care of and this coming week I already have two nights I can’t work.

Ultimately, I decided to go. I made a promise to myself that if I didn’t see some sort of absolute resolution to my current circumstances by October 31 I was going to just start living my life and not stress it. I have been making the effort to live my life again. It has created a great deal of chaos within my schedule which has ultimately left me stressing it. So, I am keeping that commitment to myself and going. [Plus there’s those other happenings.]

I mentioned that the girls and I needed our time last night. There is a pattern, a cycle, with Sunshine. I first noticed it at The Nest. When she comes to visit she is very closed off. She keeps to herself. She has a bit of an attitude. Basically, she acts the way she does at her mother’s. She treats her time here as if it is the same as her time there. And it is not.

This happens for several visits in a row. Along the way, tensions between her and I will mount and escalate until eventually we have some sort of misunderstanding or blow out. After some moments I will go and resolve it the best I can. Then something amazing happens. Her attitude is gone. She is playful. She willing spends time with us. She asks us to come do things. She is my Sunshine once more.

All this does for me is stress the importance of me having a home. My family needs it. My Sunshine needs it so she can heal.

Speaking of healing, Cuddlebug asked me to do more Reiki on her today. I gave her a full session. It was very intense. She also allowed me to record it. I’m not sure how I use that yet. I only know I had to do it.

Today I would receive news related to Tuesday’s. This news left me feeling only anxious. My hope was diminished. But, only for a momentary lapse of reason. [Again – Home Sweet Home. Read it. You’ll eventually get to now.]

I think we may have reached the last order of business.

The Yuletide Season is upon us. This week I began to feel The Spirit. I’ve been searching for it since Thanksgiving. I’ve been trying to give myself little boosts in finding it by listening to music and watching movies. I would sense it. But only briefly. This week it flared up. And, with it, came the beginning of The List.

I have come to somewhat understand The List over the years and I have learned [somewhat] how to work with it. It has its rules and its protocols and standard operating procedures. But it is also so very random and curious at times. I have come to realize that The List is not always about material gifts. Sometimes, it is also about moments.

This is part of the reason I accepted Bert-On’s offer. I didn’t realize it at the time I accepted. But after this next moment I describe I came to realize that it qualifies to make the cut. After all, it was stressed that I should go.

Anyway, one morning I was picking up an order at a fast food restaurant. Back in the kitchen I spotted a woman I knew Once Upon Ago. She was the fiancée of the brother of a high school friend. She’s not our average person. She has her challenges. But she is without a doubt one of the purest and sweetest souls you could ever meet.

I spotted her and watched her for a moment. When she glanced in my direction I was sure to wave and catch her eye. Her whole being lit up. She was so very excited and happy and everyone knew it. With that, I heard the whisper in my ear, “And The List has Begun.”

I was also reminded that I must make my yearly Toys for Tots contribution. I can’t do much. But, starting three years ago, I buy two toys – one boyish, one girlish. Usually, a matchbox and a Barbie. I’m not trying to be sexist. I am only trying to keep it simple.

Another momentary item from The List comes this week. Spooky’s son asked her to invite me to his middle school holiday concert. I think it’s very cool. But it also strikes me as a bit odd. I know him. I like him. It’s just kind of out of the blue. I knew instantly that I had to go.

With the possibility of a temporary stay of execution to my current living situation, there were whispers of things to make for each of The Princesses.

That brings the current total to 7. The list generally includes 12. [Or did it go up to 13?]

Then came two surprise List gifts.

Currently, Christmas plans are as follows:

The Princesses are going to go to Olde Geistopia the night before Christmas Eve. They will do Christmas with mom on Christmas Eve Day. Then they are to come to me for dinner and presents and on Christmas morning I return them to Mama for their festivities and traditions.

With me having to make dinner, and us only having limited time, I was going to ask Big ‘D’ if they could bring the girls up to the house so I could get done on time. Then it struck me. I am to invite Big ‘D’ and Boom-Dee-Aye to Christmas Eve Dinner.

That was my week. I set out to just live it and it was intense. It has left me finding many pieces of myself but also feeling very lost. But, Yuletide is here and The List is in play. For the next 3 weeks I am living in a different kind of Void with only one focus. I can deal with the rest later.

In the meantime I must continue my commitments. I must live my life freely and fully. I must follow the breadcrumbs as they are placed before me.

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**

Hawk - Visionary Power and Guardianship.

Messengers, protectors and visionaries. Visionary power and leading you to your life purpose. There is a message coming. What you eat, you become. Kundalini. Childhood visions are becoming empowered and fulfilled. The ability to soar and glide upon the currents. Great Heights while still keeping your feet on the ground. Attacks by people who won’t understand you - attack your ability to soar. Teaching of higher expression of psychosis and vision. Beauty and harmony in moderation. Lead you to using your creative energy in manifesting your soul purpose. Hope and new ideas. A need to be open to the new or shows ways that you may help teach others to be open to the new. Be observant. Life is sending signals. Careful in expression. Comments and actions will be strong and powerful with the ability to tear and/or kill.

Heron - The Call of The Quest and Travels to Legendary Places.

Reflects a stimulation of the childhood thrill and belief in legendary places. [The story(s) we most loved in childhood often reflect the life quest we have come to take upon us in this lifetime.] Can also aid in communication especially through the use of stories. Individuals wishing to write can facilitate the process by working with a goose totem. It will stimulate the creative process and help to move through creative blocks. Also a symbol of fertility and marital fidelity. May reflect a need for more vegetables in the diet. An ability to move forward or backward. Reflects movement. A call to the spiritual quest. It reminds us that as any one individual makes his or her quest, it becomes easier for others to do so as well. We should not undertake any quest in life without having a full view of what it entails. Opening to new possibilities. Affix ourselves to a new path. Great fertility that should be acted upon if growth is desired. Greater vision, physical and spiritual, will occur. Can reflect that you are about to break free from old childhood restraints and begin to come into your own. You can expect to have the imagination stirred toward new travels and distant places - whether in the body or in the mind.