creation

Haven’t been here for a while.

It all started this morning really and worked backwards. Sometimes it is like that. There is such a fog between what is not real and what is real. What is real takes a bit to get through. So what is real finally reached my mind this morning though happenings of the synchronic quest of unfolding occurred yesterday. The question might be, “When does something happen? Is it when what is real is unfolding or when it suddenly unfolds and there you are. AND, as I said as a child, Then “That’s that about that!”

I was emptying my trash cans this morning right after completing the Realms of the Beloveds’ call. I was in its hue. As I shook out the new white plastic bag to put in my trash can that was I had put on the yellow chair with its orange chair pillow, I was imagining. I was imagining that I could put my trash bag full of trash out at the front of my sidewalk and someone else would walk it to the trash. In that instant, my neighbor walked out to that point holding his trash bag. I laughed and told him what I was imagining. He said, “Well then, let’s have your imagination come true.” And took my trash bag to the trash.

The Realms of the Beloveds is arriving here in our present reality. Of that I am sure, but that is the background of my story not the foreground.

Yesterday, after the webinar, Lily and I got in the car to drive to the park. My oldest living son Ricky had told me to get Chevron gas once a month to clean the engine. The Chevron gas station was across the street from where I was going so I crossed the street and pulled in. When I went in to pay, in the refrigerator right beside the pay counter was my favorite Kevita drink Lemon Cayenne. This may not seem exciting but, you see, Kevita has done me a great disservice. Its Kevita Lemon Cayenne only had 3 grams of sugar. When I was at Safeway, I checked the sugar content in my favorite drink and it had been increased. Now seeing five bottles of it, I checked the sugar content at the gas station I go to once a month and they had the original bottles with the 3-gram sugar count. You could tell the refrigerator was not used much because there were only seven bottles of Kevita in it and five bottles were my Lemon Cayenne.

You see when these things happen, a bell goes off in my head, “Am I being invited to a quest?” This means that the veils have parted and that there is magic afoot.

Intrigued, I got in the car and prepared to drive out. I realized I was going to have to get to the park another way because the way I usually go I couldn’t get to. I thought I had it all figured out but when I got the stoplight that I thought would let me turn left, it didn’t. I had to turn right instead. After being thwarted several times, I realized the only way I could go was to an entrance to the park I do not usually go to. Off we went.

Once there, I was irritated because it was loaded with people all without masks. I decided to take a back path that, while not scenic, I could let Lily off leash and there were no people there. Not to say the least, there was a place I wanted to try to get to on the creek and I needed to see if it was accessible. I couldn’t see around a tree to tell but across from the creek, I could see if it was worth it to navigate around the tree.

As we got to the vista of revelation, I realized there were modular homes overlooking the creek and there was a gate that led from them down to the park.

All of a sudden multiple bells and whistles went off. The thoughts painted an amazingly satisfying complexity. I would have thought I would be caught dead living in a modular home in a modular home park but I had seen some of the homes when I was looking for land on the web. They were shockingly inexpensive and some quite lovely inside. Ping 1. Then the thought of I, at this age, was not as financially well off as friends of mine who could live well without having to work. I was not one of those people. Ping 2. I started laughing because we had just finished doing the Restructuring Money Matrixes that morning. I love how I get to be a student of the work. I realized that both thoughts would have not occurred with such simplicity as they did in that moment. I would have had an attachment to not appearing to be poor by living in a modular home. I already had people thinking I lived in an $82,000 RV because I was poor. Before the class that morning, there would have been a stigma I had to get over, but not in the new thinking. The new thinking was exciting… an inexpensive home, a place to park my RV and still sleep in it like I love to. I would have a complete view of the park and Lily and I would be right there to walk it every day. I could travel and not have overhead. If we found another place, then I could rent out this place. I could rent out my RV to my friends. It felt so fun.

I found two homes. The first one, I liked best. Only $89,000. The second one was $124,000. I needed to drive to Vicki’s to get Lily’s rice s on the way I called Kea. I asked her just to listen. She is a lawyer and deals in real estate and we had done the magic together on the RV a couple of years before. When I got done, she, who was an hour away, said, “Let’s go see them!” It was mine to get hold of the real estate agent. So while Vicki made the rice I had bought for Lily, I got hold to the real estate agent for 4:30pm that day. All three of us now and signed a CoVID document you have to have now.

Long story short, we met. I loved the less expensive one. The other one, I cringed because I could tell whoever had lived there was either still there or had had a very unpleasant life. I knew someone had died there. I absolutely knew that. The real estate agent confirmed that. But the less expensive house, when I went back to it, embraced me. It was cozy and warm and whoever had lived there had loved it. Kea and I had some considerations that we expressed to the real estate agent before I made a decision. The house was sold contingent on the people selling their house. I knew that I could magic that. When I worked out the math. I would be spending the same amount of money but I would own a home and have more space for visitors and guests as well as a larger office. It felt like a good deal. The concern was I did not want to leave living in my RV.  I deeply love it here.

Got back home, after all the fun, and slept.

At 3:30 am I woke after a visitation from, how to describe it, the house, the park, the beings that draw me to the creek – the elemental spirits that must have loved whoever had lived in that house and animated the house with its love. It was so magical. It is good I waited until this evening to write this out because when you have been visited you need to give it time so that the nuances have fallen into place. This morning I would have thought that they were warning from buying the house. Now I know they are telling me that with the RV parked at the house I will be out of sync with the other residents. That I will need to leave my RV to move there. That I have to come into this possibility normal.

How confronting is that?

But I got ahead of myself. I so want to share the visitation that woke me out of bed this morning at 3:30am. Got me outside under the stars with Lily at my feet…thinking. Awake to the beautiful part of my existence, where emissaries of paradise find their way to me and engage me in our love affair with Creation. How to tell you what happened that woke me in the middle of the night when the veils are thin?

Imagine we are watching a Disney movie. In the movie, this letter is being written to me by an invisible pen. The letter is listing all the things ‘they’ who hugged me in the little house were concerned about. I thought they were warning me off but they were negotiating the possibility in their love for me. How cool is that?!

Here I am. My foot is asleep because Lily is laying on it. I have just finished writing this… and a great mystery of money and its use in getting me a home lays before me.

Namaste