Welcome to the School of Metaphysics

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So, who is the one who decided to try to stay away from weekly commitments and to try to leave her schedule open for her next job, and then proceeded to register for a Wednesday night weekly class that may last for the rest of the year or longer?  (Who??? This girl!)

I’m talking about classes for the School of Metaphysics.  I hesitated to get involved at first, but I quickly realized that this class was possibly exactly what I was looking for because:

#1 I had just told my spiritual guides: “Hey!  I’m told you want us to ask you for help.  So — I’m asking you for help!  HERE IT IS!  HELP! Oh, and, please also help me to understand at the time that you’re trying to help me that you are indeed at that moment trying to help me; i.e. help me to recognize the signs for that . . . make it obvious. . .  please. . .  I’m a beginner. . . Thank you. . .”

#2 This class was covering topics I was already very interested in and had already begun studying, such as dream analysis, concentration, meditation, and intuition.  (Check! . . .Mmmhmm. . . Check . . . check! :-))

#3 The class promised to help me learn to use the power of attraction and hone in my concentration so that I could identify my desires and goals and bring them to me (i.e. attract my future job, right? — Bingo!)

#4 The class was in a convenient location: 20-25 minutes from my house, and it was a non-profit organization, so the cost each week would just be $20 (to cover rent and maintenance for the building, otherwise it’s all volunteer).

And my first class was great!  I’ve started my mirror exercises and daily dream analysis.  I’ve already bonded with our small group of students, and we all know that the universe meant us to be there in that class.  It’s gonna be an awesome ride.  More to follow. . .

If you live in the area and you’re interested in these topics, too, join me for the next class!  This coming Wednesday night is the official start of this round of classes, and they told us to invite you! So, please message me for more info.  (Or for a list of locations near you and their contact information, click here.)

 

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2 Degrees with Windchill and the Return of the Silverfish

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Please. . . please. . .. no more snow. . .

To quote someone from Facebook: “The groundhog lied.” The damn groundhog lied. Sorry, Phil — I’m just a little tired today.

This morning the magic spell I had over Bowser apparently wore off: instead of completely ignoring me as I got ready for work and lying quiet and unperturbed in his bed to wait for Brian to rise, he ran up to me, whimpering, his tail wagging in anticipation. “Seriously?” I grunted and then figured it had been nice while it lasted. Brian needed a chance to sleep in, and I could suck it up. Sure, I’d already hit the snooze button once, and I only had a half hour to get ready, but I’d survive somehow.

I was a bit disoriented as I made my way down the stairs toward the door. The alarm had woken me in the middle of many dramatic and vivid dreams, and I was trying to make sense of them and the foul feeling I had carried with me into my waking moments. (My last dreams before waking this morning were of the I’m-at-school-and-I’m-having-a-problem-with-my-students variety.) *On days when I get to sleep in a little bit, I like to stay in bed a few extra minutes and go through the last dreams of my REM sleep. Yes, I know, I know. That’s not the only reason I stay in bed a few extra minutes.*

So anyway, I was getting Bowser’s harness on and grabbing my jacket and some toilet paper as I made my way to the door, and that’s when winter slammed me in the face.  It was cruel enough that he caught me half asleep, but what made it worse was knowing that I would be spending a whole 25 minutes in winter’s icy breath when I had to go out for morning car duty later that same morning.  (I’ve decided just now that winter must be male.  If you don’t like it, too bad.)  And then Bowser made a mess in his hind fur (not his fault – he badly needs a trim), and I spent the next 10 minutes cleaning him up.  (I don’t know how on earth I managed to finish that and pack up and make my tea and smoothie breakfast and still arrive on time, but I did!)  And yes, it was awful, awful, awful out there.  Those of you who live in much more temperate climates – you can laugh at me now.  Those of you who have it worse than me – MOVE!  For the love of all that’s good, how can you stand it??

And in other news, after a long respite, the silverfish has returned.  It’s been sighted twice in the recent past, both times gobbled up by Zelda, the good little princess.   Though I’m not fond of the wee buggers, if they mean spring will finally wake up and join us, bring on all the critters!  (Please remind me of this if I complain later.)

But the good part in all of this is that it wasn’t so bad overall.  Yes, I’m pretty darn tired right now, but I was able to laugh a little at things and keep them in perspective.  Yesterday I used “The Secret” and had a fantastic day (“It’s going to be a great day today; it’s going to. . .  no, it IS a great day today!”  And today I used it a bit to keep my day from starting off as absolutely awful. (“This is still going to be a good day!”)

So, I plan to go to bed a little early tonight and to have sweet, sweet dreams of California and the sweet baby “Angel” who visited me in my dreams sometime in my sleep.

Coincidence? I Think Not!

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I’m very interested in “The Secret”, though I don’t quite know how it works.  I’m also very interested in my spiritual guides — though I don’t exactly know how they work.  And because of my interest and belief in these two things (among others), I don’t really believe in coincidences.  Though I can’t always explain what happens to me —  or why things stick out in my mind — I do believe there is some purpose or message.

Recent examples:

1)  666  I’m still seeing it quite often.  Sometimes it’s just “66” or “606”, but I’ve been seeing 3 of them back-to-back, too.

2) Cardinals.  Red cardinals everywhere.  I know it’s probably related to the season and how they can stand the winter, but I am seeing them and hearing them EVERYWHERE.  I think they may be my bird for the year.  (Although I’ve seen a few hawks already, too, and huge random swarms of birds flying overhead.)

3) 10 likes. I was just thinking this past week that it would be great if I could get to 10 “like”s on WordPress, and that very same day I got 10, and then more!

4) Weird connection that requires a backstory:  (Ahem!  Here goes.)  Last week I re-organized the entire house during my snow day, and this included the area under our small entertainment center.  I found a video that I knew wasn’t mine and that I thought probably belonged to one of my teacher friends: Nim’s Island.  I thought I remembered my friend calling me to ask about it a few months ago, and at the time I had no idea what she was talking about.  So, Brian and I watched it together over the weekend, so that we could see it before we returned it to her.  (I believe I posted about it briefly earlier.)  And . . . this past Saturday I tutored a student who was drawing pictures of crocodiles and was talking about the crocodile hunter (Steve).  I hadn’t heard him mentioned in quite a while (since his death, I think), so it seemed rather random to me.  Today I saw a news article on Steve Irwin’s daughter on yahoo, and I remembered my student’s interest, and I checked it out.  It turns out that his daughter is now a child actress and is appearing on the sequel to — you guessed it — Nim’s Island.

I absolutely love this sort of thing.  So, I’m keeping my eye out for more!  Hey, what “coincidences” have you experienced lately?

Catching up on the Present

Ok.  Gratefulness.  It’s been a while, so it’s list time.  What am I grateful for?

I am grateful for/that . . .

• “pick-me-up”s  — Was feeling down today, and it seems like something is always right around the corner to pick me right back up.  That’s how I know there’s something or someone beyond me out there, and, believe me, I am WAY appreciative.   Today my “pick-me-up” was being a sub (a “ringer”) for a softball team I used to play with.  I’d had a long day, full of worrying, when I got the text from my old coach.  And for the first time in a while, I was eager to play.  I’d been missing softball, and needed a taste.  Unfortunately, they happened to be playing my other old team, who is amazingly good.  I mean, to the point that I have feared for my life when their zinging grounders zoomed toward me like superspeed locomotives without any brakes.  And I was also EXTREMELY rusty.  But. . .  I was pleased that I was still able to make contact with the ball after a year’s hiatus.  And I still had an amazing powerful arm, if not completely inaccurate.  And I even made a fantastic-looking dive for a ball up the line.  No, I didn’t stop the ball, but I made it look good, and I must have seemed pretty intimidating, or at least completely crazy, because I didn’t get another ball after that.   So, yes, we were slaughtered, but the weather was perfect, I got some fresh air, got some needed exercise, got to play with my dad (55 years old and still one of the better players!), and got out of the house and away from my day-to-day concerns. And to top it all off, a hawk flew over our field as I was playing in the field,  an added bonus.

• the ants have dissipated.  No, they are not completely gone, but their numbers have decreased from the dozens to the few.  As I type this, I remember the threat I made to them, and I think they may have actually listened.  That, or the sweeping and cleaning did it.  Regardless, the first idea is much more fun.  Last night, as I was about to leave for my performance, I gave them this warning: “Be gone, ants.  I am warning you now!  For, tomorrow Brian is coming home with the ant killer that will kill you all and your queen!  Spare yourselves and leave now, or be DECIMATED!”  I remember thinking at the time: “Could this really work?  Or is this more of a show for Brian?”  But I do believe in “The Secret”, that we draw what we desire, and I’m hoping that it worked.

I’m sure I have much more to be grateful for, but my bullets became massive in size, so I think that will do.  Have a wonderful rest of your day.

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Did I Do That??

  Do you ever have that experience when you hope really hard for something . . . and then it comes true, and you feel a little weirded out, or even guilty about it? Like, just this past week, I had an event, and I was really hoping not to bump into a certain person, who I knew would be there. I even told Brian to think of me/send me warmth and light, because: “If he asks me how I’m doing, I’m going to have to lie.” Then, I get there for the event, and he’s not there. We’re told he’s been sick with the for the last three days. Ooo sick? I didn’t do that, did I?  But he’s been sick for a good few days . . . So weird. Sometimes I wonder. . .

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