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It is…Sunday, March 7, Two-Thousand and Twenty-Fun. Time...Returning
Theme – All of Life is Suffering [The Buddha’s 1st Observation]
Lesson – The Buddha Taught Detachment
Observation – Attachment Leads to Suffering
The Post
I hope that I can do all of my thoughts justice. It has been a very intense week. [Not to mention the intensity of the previous four.] I’m fairly certain that I am still processing it all. It was so much more than just a Quest. Truth be told, the power and energy of this Quest was so much more than any of the others [and they had some pretty powerful moments.]
It is Saturday evening as I start to write this, but I have learned they take some time and I want to make sure that I have plenty of it to work through this. It will be Sunday soon enough.
I honestly do not know where to begin. I’m not even certain what it is we will delve into deepest. Will we talk about The Quest and the magicks that were in it? Should we touch on The Wheel of Life and how it has presented itself to us in a workable way? Or, maybe we should get into WTML itself and all of the ways it breathed new life on this Journey. Perhaps we keep our focus solely on this last week – with all of its little reveals. Or, it is possible we may just find a way to tie it all up in one neat little package.
I really do not know.
The Quest was absolutely nothing that I expected. [ I really should know better than to have expectations.] This is not a bad thing, though it did involve some ‘bad’ moments. It’s just the whole thing was so much more than anything I could have imagined when I was told it was time to go.
More than once along the way I mentioned that there were just so many differences with this Quest. They were almost innumerable. First there was the whole set up for it. The first Quest I had many months to plan and prepare. [Too many, in fact.] I cannot remember the 2nd. I just remember going. The Re-Discovery tour came as an answer.”Go west, young man.” But I do not recall how much time sat between the delivery of the message and the departure of The Magic Bus.
For this Quest I was given just about two months to prepare, but only about one to plan. You may wonder how that can happen. Well, because the information came much as The Quest itself seems to be happening – in stages. It happened in two. Three if you want to get technical.
Stage 1 was My Escape. It was over those days in early October that I had gotten my first whiff of The Quest. I was struggling a lot at that time. I had The Job and The Seasonal Store and nothing was really working out the way I had planned. I was living in the tent. The smaller tent. I was frustrated and depressed. I was feeling stifled and stuck. So, after some Divine encouragement [and things just ‘falling into place’] I took advantage of the opportunity to take myself away. I had many travels with The Princesses over the course of last year, but I hadn’t really done anything for myself. I never gave myself a moment to recharge or purge or…escape.
I think it was a total of three days until it was all over. I really can’t remember. I went away to a small town. Where? In the mountains, of course. (Because, When All Else Fails – Head for the Mountain.) It was a nice time. I had only spent one day in the town itself. One afternoon, in fact. The rest f the time I spent in the hotel room. I was certain to get a room with a spa tub. This Escape was all about trying to put myself right. It was in that afternoon that I could smell it in the air. At the time I thought it was just a yearning. I did not realize it was a foreshadow. This was almost two months [exactly] before The Vantasm would become a thing. And, it was still a few weeks until the accident that would inevitably make The Vantasm need to be a thing.
The Vantasm was Stage 2 and it started in early December. The first night I had her I needed to take her for a cruise just to know if she could work. She did. She worked beautifully. It was a most excellent experience. From that moment on, every time I got behind the wheel of The Vantasm I wanted to drive. I just wanted to drive. I can remember telling The Putter that I was so afraid that one day I would get in and just go and not be able to stop. The worst of that feeling came on Christmas night as I returned from my visit with The Munchkin and her family in Gettysburg. I hit that interstate and I could see the whole world before me.
It was in December that the whispers began. First, I was reminded of the Journey itself. It has been there, in the recesses of my mind, for 9 years. The first notion of it came during The Re-Discovery Tour. When it resurfaced I began to toss it around a bit. Was this really something I was to do? Something I was to do now? Then I could feel it deeper. I soon realized that these two destinations – New Orleans and Key West – were connected somehow. They were never just two random points. I knew I had a history with the magicks of New Orleans [though I never realized how deep they ran.] I thought it to be a passing moment, a brief experience. I thought it was just something to give me a taste and whet the palette. I imagined that The Keys themselves hold a good deal of magicks as well – just more hidden. (In plain sight, of course.) Then Savannah would be added to the list as the third and final destination. Yet another place with magicks buried above the surface. It all still made sense. New Orleans to delve into a bit of The Darkness. I kept referring to it as ‘doing the deed.’ Then off to Key West to cleanse and meditate. By the time I reached Savannah I was sure to be super charged and open to whatever wants to find me there. Then the whole thing received its name. If you know me then you know that once something has been named it has purpose and power. The WhooDoo VooDoo Tour. It had a ring to it.
I started giving it more consideration, but I was also trying to rationalize it into waiting another year. I wrestled with it. The timing just seemed so awkward. I wondered if I should put it off for another year and plan it out – prepare for it, save money, etc. I could find all of the rational and responsible reasons to stay The Quest for a year and nurture a life here. Honestly, this should have been my first clue that this Quest had to happen. Had to happen.
Stage 3 would come over Yule, particularly at the end.
One of the matters of my life that I was trying to rationalize and manage was The Job. It was all I had and I needed it, but it was really draining so much from me and I wasn’t liking the person I was becoming in the process. I also saw no way to do The Job and regain the person I wish to be. Still, it was a job and it was one that I could work for a year and save up for the journey ahead. At one point I contemplated a leave of absence. Still, I kept trying to convince myself to wait.
When I visited with The Munchkin on Christmas Eve I told her that I might not see her at The Job when she returned from her vacation. I went back to work for a week and then took The Princesses away. I had told them that I wasn’t sure if I was returning to The Job after our trip. I was starting to feel it. The Job was done one way or another and without The Job in the mix there was no reason to not take The Quest. [Incidentally, I got two days in before I officially quit The Job.]
So, The Quest was officially on and I had about 4 weeks to get it all figured out. Truth is, The Quest was always officially on. Right from the very first whispers on My Escape. I wonder – if I had just accepted that from the outset instead of trying to manipulate it into something it wasn’t, would I have yielded different results along the way?
One week into this process and The Diner would find me. It filled in a lot of gaps. It wasn’t just money to keep things moving but it gave me something to do during this transition. It also set me up for having work when I returned. This was a new factor. I never had a job to which I could return. [Not necessarily true. I eventually returned to my job after the first one, but that was not the plan when I left.] But, as I just indicated, other than that first quest I never had a job I was leaving either.
There were a lot of ups and downs in the three weeks that remained. I had challenges in getting things organized and situated and ready. Every challenge, though, was met quickly with victory. No matter the problem, there was a solution to be found. This just re-affirmed for me that it was time to go whether I wanted to or not. Believe me I did question it. I questioned it for the first several days of The Quest, in fact. This is also a new factor. Never before have I questioned The Quest. It just didn’t seem to be making any practical or responsible sense. Yet, outside of my ind, I could feel it with every fiber of my being. I acknowledged these doubts bu tried not to dwell in them. I would let them be what they were and just try to make sense of it all as I go.
In hindsight, I do not think I was doubting The Quest. I think on some level I was sensing what was to come. I think, too, that I was not only resisting that but all of the changes that are yet to come. Not that I think they are bad changes.
But, I went. I tried, from the very beginning, to just go with the flow and follow the inspiration. This was challenged right from the outset with a two day snowstorm. My launch was delayed. I have no idea what came from those two days. I spent some Ike with friends and quite a bit of time in the van. I didn’t get extra work, but in the final hours I did make some extra money.
Of course, that money would be spent the next morning after The Moment that caused The Problem. I damaged The Vantasm, but we wouldn’t know that for certain for another two days. And, we wouldn’t know to what degree until I returned.
I wasn’t on the road for an hour when the inspiration came for not one, but two, videos. The first was considered the first episode of The Journey and the other would become the first Cast Interview. Neither of these things were planned. The thoughts just flooded my mind. So, I pulled over, wrote the scripts and shot the footage. I cannot remember how many hours that took. Eventually, I would get back on the road and much later in the day reach my first destination.
This was an added destination and was not on the original itinerary. It was just a passing suggestion from The Pillar. It would turn out there was nothing there for me that day. It was all a very quick and subtle dismissal. No matter. Just something for another time I suppose. I headed out for my next stop, which was originally my first stop. However, the unexpected video shoot and the quick dismissal of the first stop [combined with a very chaotic and challenging bit of travel] had left me with a strange gap of time that I could not easily fill. I could move on to my next stop but I wouldn’t have much time to actually explore and do anything. I could spend a night and come back the next day but that would have inevitably have me backtracking. [A beast which I eventually gave into over and over again on this Journey.] It seemed it was best to stop right where I was and head into the town in the morning.
The next day was certainly an adventure. It was very Quest like – an all around full experience. I learned things, saw things, did things. The experience seemed limited at first. Because of the snow parking was difficult and many shops were closed – some because of The -Vid. Still, I found some shops and satisfied my need to browse. I found an unexpected coffee shop. A wonderful little gem hidden right under my nose. I found a new shop. I made new associates. I invested in The Quest ahead. There was even a moment when The Staff of Oz powered up and left its first charm of The Journey. I ate dinner at a diner and headed on to that night’s parking spot.
The next stop was an addition that came by way of an article shared with me by Brother John – 60 US cities you’ve never heard of but want to visit. For me and my purposes at this time this town was a bf overwhelming – a little too much. The day became a working day. Still, while on that path I was given a direction in which to head afterwards. Another gem hidden in plain sight and so the town had Quest potential all along.
It was on the drive to the next town that things would begin to get a little interesting. If nothing else, we learned that The Spirits of The State of Virginia and I have some issues to work out. There was a period of about 3 or 4 days when everywhere I want, every-time I turned around, there was Virginia and I had somehow managed to be in it. If nothing else it made for some entertaining video at the time and I am sure there will be plenty of play on it moving forward.
The video was evolving over these three days. At the first stop I videoed mostly in The Vantasm. I didn’t take it along with me on walks. On day two, I did mostly Vantasm shoots but also managed to try the camera on the streets. And, by day three I had become a walking, talking, video-ing machine. That third stop definitely put a lot of different elements together for me in regards to the WTML videos. There was narration and some exploration and discovery.
Before the day was over though things would get a little hairy.
My next stop had me traveling to the Middle of Nowhere, WV. I got lost. I got stuck driving through mountains. Not to mention I ended up in Virginia about four times that day – including to sleep. There was definitely some adventure in all of this. There were experiences and discoveries and lessons learned. And again, it would lend itself to upcoming WTML material. I did eventually make it out of those mountains and get myself back on track. But, we have determined that something happened in those moments that caused the problem that became the issue that would send me home three weeks later.
It was after those mountains that I had first taken notice to the oil covered engine. It hadn’t been that way when I left. But, I thought, there are no current indications that there is an actual problem. There were no sensors or signals going off and The Vantasm was running smooth as ever. My steering fluid though was definitely still leaking.
I spent the whole of the trip checking the steering fluid after every extended travel. I would check it in the morning before I left for my next destination and I would check it when I parked for the night. Sometimes I could go a few days without topping it off. Occasionally, I would need to fill it quite a bit. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason beyond the the of driving I was doing.
From this point forward, the weeks were a whirlwind right up to the very end. Except for those last days surrounding New Orleans, I have a difficulty pinpointing places and times. It all came and went so very fast. I was here and there and back again. North, south, east and west. I was traveling with no distinct pattern and just making the most of it all as I went along.
The Quest was on and it was flowing fast and hard. I was to so many towns and saw so many things. I learned along the way. I experienced. I veered from the path from time to time. I visited with friends and family.
WTML was shifting at a rapid rate as well. The videos were meant to be the medium through which I conveyed information. Again, this is another new element to The Quest. I had tried with The Re-Discovery Tour to document and record but there just wasn’t a workable system in place at that time. I did not realize just how much time and energy it would take. Plus the added enjoyment of everything being very fly by the seat of my pants – inspiration on the spot. Pigeon Forge was a fun experiment and I spent at least two hours at The Crossroads preparing that video.
The Feedback was very positive. People were enjoying this part of The Journey and so was I. I had a conversation with Looch in which I confessed that it was fun for me to see the guys come to life. But, I was also seeing more in the project. There were still things we needed to delve into. The adventure was fun but the work was spiritual. There were already three faces to WTML – The Daily Cuts, The Episodes, and The Cast videos. I tried to introduce one more – Director’s Notes. This was a series to address the Metaphysical and Spiritual natures of this Quest. There was only one official one and it was a bit haphazard – being so fly by the seat of the pants and all. But, it planted just enough of the right seeds. We touched on the most important things – healing and finding my place. These were the things that called me to the road once more.
We addressed the Wheel of Life – our compass for this or any Quest.
Overall, the project was developing well, but there was still work to be done. The Project and The Quest were similar. For both, progress had been made but the path ahead was still long.
There were many distractions and impediments along the way. I was allowed to distract myself with a night in Nashville visiting with my nephew. That was immediately followed by being stopped in one place for three days as I waited out an ice storm that dee stated a good portion of the country.
My personal main purpose for New Orleans was Mardi Gras. By the time the ice storm had arrived, Mardi Gras had been all but cancelled – bars were closed, streets were closed, parks were closed. As I sat still for three days I worked on some videos. I was no longer in a rush to get to New Orleans and this was a nice distraction.
After I was released by the Ice Beast I decided to extend my drive a little bit and this is what brought us to The Crossroads. I enjoyed this moment in time. Interesting observation – there are a lot of churches in a town that is known for being the place of a devilish contract. Just saying.
Also interesting is that soon after this I found everything at a Crossroads. I was on my way into Louisiana. Part of me wanted to go west for the town now affectionately known as Notyourtoes. But, another part of me wanted to go directly to New Orleans. I could not decide and so I put it out to the Universe. I asked to be shown.
The next morning I was given a sign in the way of a cute and quaint little symbol. Truth is, I actually had trouble seeing it clear enough to be 100% certain that I saw what I thought I saw. So, I asked for something clearer. I needed solid direction without questions. Within moments I was sent the exact same symbol only much larger and white. It was so very much in my face.
This is not coincidence.
New Orleans it was…it certainly was New Orleans.
So much happened in New Orleans in such a short period of time. Too much to discuss all at once. But when it was all done, when the spell I was under had worked its course, I could feel myself released and it was time to move on. As I had traveled in those last days to New Orleans I had received several messages confirming the importance of the next primary target – Key West. I had decided after my second adventure in New Orleans that it was time to move on. Only I wasn’t going to make it far.
The next morning The Vantasm would break down. And, the morning after that I would. The Vantasm was ready to roll and I headed out with just one last magickal spot to visit. A gift for The Princesses from G-d.
1700 in miles in a total of something like 20 hours of driving. In this time a lot of things came to light. Many people came forth with words of encouragement and I found myself feeling better about The Journey – not just the one of these four weeks but the whole of it for the past ¼ of a century.
After I arrived home and parked in The Valley a host of information was revealed unto me. All to be validated later by an obscure, yet related, vision from another.
All-in- all I would say The Quest has been successful thus far. It is not completed. There is just too much left to be sorted. I can only know at this moment what I believe has been revealed to me.
- Everything we set out to do has begun but is not complete. There are measures to take.
- I have spiritual works to do and to focus on.
- There is another journey to complete The Quest, but I know not when it will be.
- There is something else afloat – something that called me home and may or may not effect the rest of The Quest.
In a conversation with Looch he said something along the lines of he only knows what I allowed viewers to see. I thought this was an interesting Observation.
It’s not that I ever kept anything from you Fellow Travelers. There was just too much going on at once to mark it all down. For instance, twice on this Journey I was asked for a ride. Twice I had to decline solely because of the set-up of The Vantasm and how difficult it would be to get a person inside. I never felt right about it. It bothered me to have to say no. But through it I came to realize something – I need to make room for another person, for the next person who asks is the person I must take.
We had revelation after revelation that tied so many moments and parts of life together. Just all of a sudden an almost neat little package. The picture is more whole but not complete.
In one video I randomly commented on the letter ‘E.’ I had noticed on more than one occasion that I use a lot of ‘E’ words for the time. Out loud I wondered if there was some significance with this letter. I was contacted by a friend and led to The Temple at Delphi. For days I have been going back to the writing and reading bits at a time. It is so much information to process. Today I learned that Delphi is a site dedicated to Apollo.
Apollo visited me yesterday.
“Whose messenger is The Raven?”
[Once again, it is the son of a G-d who visits.]
Before I left, or shortly after I was on the road Bert-on had contacted me asking about Enoch and the Angelic Alphabet/language. He said, “I figured if anyone I knew had heard of them it would be you.” In New Orleans I was reminded that not only do the angels work with me but that I must work with them.
There are still many magicks afoot and I am trying desperately to keep up with the energies. Random things. For example, I often have mentioned the Cycles I am given. A popular one through last year was – 3 Days, 3 Weeks, 3 Months. I looked at my calendar last night to learn that today is marked as a 3 month ending.
Such very fascinating timing.
More fascinating to me is that I am sitting on the cusp of the end of another 3 day cycle. It was given to me Friday night. I have no idea what tomorrow holds but there is a potency to it all. I can feel it even sitting here now. It may be something big or it may be as simple as I will get myself fully grounded tomorrow and be ready to make the moves forward. One can never be to sure until the moment has happened.
It is a strange place where I find myself – once again in The In-Betweens. I know I must go on the road again and so I must start arranging and preparing. I have been given many tasks to complete in order to make the travel the best it can be. But, I do not know when I am going. It could be many many months from now and so I find myself trying to adjust back into a normal life and attempting to build some structure in it.
Meanwhile, I am trying to settle back into my Sam life…but I am not the same. I cannot tell you what is different but I can feel it deep within my coding.
One thing and one thing only stand out to me about this Quest. I do not doubt that there is some sort of Divine Intelligence at work in The Universe. It is more complex than anything we can define but it is constantly at work with, through and for us. [Even when we don’t realize it.] I have always believed in Divinity in some form or another. But I have had my doubts about what it really does. Everything about this Quest so far – from the very first whispers to as far as we have gotten to this point – had demonstrated to me – proven to me – that Divinity is a real thing. We may not be able t really define it but everything we know of it is true and it is just waiting for us to accept its grace.
I want to touch on the T/L/O combination of the day.
I broke down because I was attached to so many thing in the experience. I was attached to The Quest and its results. I was attached to my daughters. I was attached to my feelings. I couldn’t get a clear vibe on anything. Every answer made sense but none of them felt right. I needed to break so that I could clear the system and clarity could begin to set in. I needed to break so that people could spread their light and lift my soul. I needed to break so that maybe just someone may see a glimmer of hope. I needed to break so that I would come home and I needed to come home. We just don’t yet know why.
It is a funny little spot we find ourselves in Fellow Travelers – feeling as though we have seen the end and drawing our conclusions when all the while we haven’t even reached the actual beginning.
I came home and spent days worrying and twisting over this car payment. It was a fight I could not win and eventually I gave into that. I was not able to come up with the money but they are not automatically deducting it either. So, sooner or later, it will be paid. It is how it has come to pass and so it is how it was meant to pass. Financially I am strapped and stressed once more but I am really attempting to take my eye off that ball and just always be where I am at.
Let us see how this path opens up next, Fellow Travelers.
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 all of us 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**
Raven - Magic, Shapeshifting, and Creation.
Bird of birth and death; mysticism and magic. Messenger of the great spiritual realm. Bring forth life and order. Can help you shape shift your life or your being. Knowledge of how to become other ‘animals’ and how to understand their language. Teach how to stir the magic of life without fear. Strong creative life force. Can be used to enter The Void and stir energies to manifest what you most need. Expect Magic. Somewhere in your life, magic is at play. Activates the energy of magic, linking it with your will and your intentions. Teaches how to take that which is unformed and give it the form you desire.
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