She’ll be Comin’ Round the Corner

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It is…Sunday, February, 21, Two-Thousand and Twenty-Fun. Time...Redundant

Theme – Know Thyself and You Shall Truly Know the World

Lesson – It’s OK to be Who You Are

Observation – Believing is See-ing

The Post

I have a thousand thoughts and yet I struggle to write. I’ve never really tried to both blog and vlog at the same time.

The trip has been good thus far. It has been intense but it has definitely been good. As usual, it has been absolutely nothing I would have envisioned before I left.

And now it is Monday. This is how my life has been going lately. Time goes so fast and I just can’t keep up with myself.

Tomorrow will be 21 days that I am on the road. Such an interesting number. I’ve always had a thing for 21. I feel like, one day long ago, I once read something special and unique about that number. But, I couldn’t tell you what it was.

[“Before it is over, you will forget more than most people will learn.”]

Of course, as fascinating as 21 may be, the number that follows it is even more so. On Wednesday it will be 22 Days – 2 cycles of 11. They have been 2 very different cycles. In the first 11 days, I made very little distance but never stopped moving. I saw a lot of places and things and worked very little. The end of the cycle was consumed by 3 days of sitting still while waiting out an ice storm.

The last 11 days I have done more work. I have seen things, but less things. And though I have sat still very often, I have actually made some progress. In fact, right this moment I am less than 3 hours from New Orleans. I could be there tomorrow morning if I wanted.

I don’t.

I’m not ready yet. I’m close – obviously or I wouldn’t be sitting here. I would be half way to Natchitoches. [Which is where I thought I was headed when I went to sleep last night.] But, plans changed – as they usual do on such an endeavor. I’m not surprised really.

I’ve been saying all along that The Quest begins in New Orleans. At first, that just seemed to make sense. But, lately, I can feel it. Truth is, I’m not sure that I’m going to like what happens in New Orleans. I mean, long-term whatever it will be will be good for me. But, I sense discomfort.

In one of the recent videos I said, “Maybe I’m afraid to go to New Orleans.” I think that’s when I put it together. New Orleans will be splendid and beautiful, but I believe it could also be very difficult and uncomfortable. [This de not mean it will be bad.]

There was a billboard along one of the interstates. It read, “The cave you fear most is the one that holds the greatest treasure.” I feel that. I have commented n it many times over the years. The greatest gifts are always guarded by the fiercest beasts. Similar, I suppose, to the way some churches are guarded by gargoyles. Once I accepted all of this I noticed a shift in things.

I have been having dreams. I always go into Dreamtime. Occasionally, I can recall having been there. Sometimes, I can even actually remember just a sliver of it. For instance, from last night I can recall the words, “Don’t just be right[or, alright]. Be better.” I just found writings today from when I slept outside of Birmingham. One of them I noticed involved The College and my friend there. This is curious to me because within the last several nights I had a dream that I was on the phone with our other friend – only he’s been dead like 20 years.

I can recall, within the last two days, hearing the words, “It’s time to meet people.” Then, last night, Belle tells me she had a dream of me meeting this woman in New Orleans.

It is definitely time to go to New Orleans…just not until Wednesday.

Does that mean that I think the past 20 days have been wasted, or even a distraction?

It does not.

I think the past 20 days have been very specific – Precise & Perfectly Placed aspire always is. First and foremost, they have given me a chance to clear myself. I won’t say cleanse [that doesn’t come until Key West,] but certainly clear. Things have come to the surface. Things have come out. I have had time to sort through it all. My head is clearer and my spirit lighter. I feel more in tune with myself than even the Re-Discovery Tour was able to put me.

In fact, on many levels this journey has been a lot of what I had hoped for The Re-Discovery Tour. That journey – for me – was to do two things. First, it was to give me a chance to get back in tune, or re-discover myself. The second thing I wanted was to share as much of the journey as I could with people. Allow them to see and experience what I was so that perhaps they might re-discover America. [And, perhaps, even a bit of Spirit along the way.] In both instances, The Tour fell a little short.

I was able to get slightly in tune with myself. But, ultimately, I was not focused on the task at hand. Instead, my focus – and, hence, distraction – was just getting to the destination, reaching the goal, so that I could return home to The Princesses. Eventually, that would weigh on me more than the experience could lift me. It kept me moving and pushing, when perhaps I should have been flowing or standing still. The documentation did not work out like I had planned either. I got some pictures up online, but again, I was moving so fast that I wasn’t taking a lot of pictures. I took plenty of video, but in those days I was editing on the laptop. SO the video was done with a camera and SD card. I never did get a chance to edit it all together. [And now I’m not even sure on which device it is stored.] Also, in those days, cellular service was not what it is today. There was not a whole lot of unlimited anything. So, I had done some videos with the phone but had to stop after I pushed the data to its max.

I have found that the longer I am on this trip the more I am able to steal away little moments of stillness. I mean complete stillness. So till, in body and mind, that I can see the light emanating from the trees. I didn’t realize just how in-still I had become. In fact, I thought on it and I don’t believe that I have been that still in almost 20 years.

I have found recently that that degree of stillness opens one up to a level of awareness. As I walked the parking lot earlier, I could feel the air. I mean feel it – not just be aware of it or acknowledge it. I could feel it wrap around me and caress my skin. I could feel it enter through my nostrils, traveling up and then down into my body. It is almost like becoming one with the air.

How distracted and muddled I must be by the day-to-day doings of life to not feel that all the time.

Nonetheless, The Tour is on and this time it is doing exactly what it was meant to do. I am re-discovering myself in so many ways and on so many levels. [and if not re-discovering, at the very least, coming to peace.] And people are getting to ‘Re-Discover’ America. I have been sharing a multitude of photos online as well as a host of videos. The pictures capture the beauty and the charm. They leave an impression in the mind. The videos share the experience – not only with an almost real-time visual, but through the stories and dialogue. They leave an impression on the spirit.

Of course, the videos he selves have seen growth over these [almost] three weeks. Little by Little, Piece by Piece they are telling the story of both the adventure and the adventurer. There have been videos that were almost simple and ordinary. There have been videos that have shown off a bit of this town or that. There have been videos that have offered just a glimpse of information and history. And there have been videos that have been just down right entertaining. The best videos are the few that have managed a bit of each simultaneously.

The level to which the creative energy has elevated is almost mind-blowing to me. I love the dialogue that has developed amongst the characters. I love how the characters seem to have sprouted their wings and have begun to – not fly, but – soar. [Who would have ever thought – after all of these years of trying – that all I needed was 10 minutes at a shot and a few props?]

The truth is, the WTML videos are finally becoming what I always envisioned them to be. There had been some sketch comedy, a focus on arts and artists; travel, tourism and history. The only thing missing no is interviews and interactions.

One set of videos is even setting us up to get deeper into The Wheel of Life.

I have a long way to go – on all levels – but, these past twenty days have certainly given me a strong foothold from which to work.

I am overly concerned about finances. I stress ‘overly.’ Do not get me wrong. They are getting low and I’m really not sure how I am going to work this quite yet. My biggest problem is that I am worried about my car payment for The Vantasm. Look at that, once again my focus is not where it should be because I am distracted by something that is almost two weeks away.

Do Not Worry About Tomorrow, for Tomorrow shall Take Care of Itself.

Six Minutes is an Awfully Long Time…and Anything Can Happen in Six Minutes.

I need to be aware of my standing. I need to be diligent and dutiful in my spending…and my earning. But, I need to stop worrying. It’s like Doc said – What You Feed Energy Into Grows and What You Fear Most You Call to You.

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**

Alligator

Goose

Coyote

Swallow

Kangaroo