Now that you guys know how my titles are often multi-layered, I don’t feel as though I need to over-explain them anymore. However, with that being said, I’m still going to REFER back to them. Occasionally. Like now.
My recent lecture (infused knowledge for sure) about applying ALL of our messages to ALL of us came back and bit me in the ass this afternoon. I totally Laughed Out Loud, at my own ridiculous self elf. I had to really concentrate on WHERE I was still holding out. That was a very important lesson for me. And I wanted you all to know that I am so NOT above being chastised by the Universe.
On another level this title has to do with my excellent health news. Tiny small improvements (and movements) DO count! I (finally!) busted past that plateau. By (have I said finally! enough yet?) losing just barely half a pound, sure, but still. I’m countin’ it.
My daily outdoor event was a neighborhood trudge, again on the extended Route. The weather continues to be astoundingly clear, and I got to see plenty of interesting sights. (Including the moon.)
There were tons of folks out there with me too. Most of them were old men on bikes. Odd, even for this part of town. I mean MANY ancient dudes, like that elderly tricycle woman, these guys were decades past retirement age.
And I’m still noticing so many things in the sprouting stages, even though we all know it could be deadly for them. Nothing I can do but be grateful for their beauty and just hope most will survive.
This “trimming” project happened yesterday, and I couldn’t wait to get over here to photograph it. The house is empty, has been for a minimum of a full year. My guess is that the next door neighbors did this, not the owners or realtors. I don’t actually care, I’m just glad SOMEone gave me back some sidewalk.
Speaking of real estate agents, look at this sign. A Hanna, spelled the same as my Hurricane! (California fam, be sure to click on the link attached to Ms Hagen’s name. See where she went back to school?)
The listing must still be too new, because I tried to get a picture from their website so I could show you the house. I know this was NOT there yesterday when I rode past. I’ll have more info after Saturday, when she’s having an Open House. Oh yeah, I’ll be there!
This is a shot of the school field that you’ve now seen about twelve damn times. I can’t help it if a lot happens there! This time it was not a herd of domestic deer or a golfer, but a metal detector-ing person. If I had one of those machines I would not be on that side of the road, I’d be across from it on the running path. Not because I think joggers lose more crap than elementary school kids, but because it’s more overgrown near the canal and more likely to hide treasures.
Thanks for all the sympathy about my necrotic looking toe. It’s not actually dying, and no Robin, thankfully the nail is fine and won’t fall off. It’s just a WAY deep bruise. Starting out today was a bit of a challenge, trying to not put much pressure on it as I walked. But it got better as I kept going, so I have plenty of confidence that (even with the continued, but slight, swelling) it is absolutely already beginning to heal.
The Foreign License Plate Report is amusing. Two. That’s all I’ve seen in days. They were both from New Jersey. AGAIN! Fine, one of them MIGHT have been New Neighbor Myron, but possibly not. I saw it from the corner of my eye as I was taking one of the above pictures. As I said last time, I can spot those bastards from blocks away now. And no, I’m not thinking that they are all the same cars (other than maybe Myron), it’s been a different style of vehicle each time.
On our card altar we’ve got one that at first, as I said earlier, felt slightly off. For me, anyway. But then as I examined it deeper I saw the direction I needed to focus on, and it was actually very helpful.
“The Prison Waif ~
self-sabotage, poverty consciousness ~ 31
When the Prison Waif arrives in his realm as your Ally, he comes to remind you of the Law of Paradoxical Intent. Your own self-sabotaging thoughts and hidden beliefs are, in fact, preventing you from your highest good. You might believe that you are doing all you can to manifest your reality, but perhaps you are giving in to thoughts such as the following:
I can’t do this.
I am unworthy.
I will fail, so why try?
I don’t deserve this.
I am unlovable.
In fact, you are locked in a prison of your own making. That’s the good news, because it means you have the key to let yourself out. This is a sign that you need to spend some time with yourself addressing those beliefs that counter your hard work to get ahead. You can change them if you want to. You do not want to stay in prison, do you?
Take inventory of your thoughts, let yourself out of jail, and spend a few minutes outdoors in gratitude. It is time to let the sunshine in.”
I was really excited to find where this applied in my own life and how it fit so well with one of the patterned thinking ruts I wasn’t letting go of. If this one feels like a “not for me” type, look at it from another angle, the way I did, and see if you don’t receive a different answer this time. Make it count, don’t brush it off.
Here’s another thought, it might be easier to “hear” if you substitute the poverty consciousness with something else (unless that IS your message, in which case, don’t exchange it). As an example, perhaps guilt consciousness, or worry consciousness, or even unhealthy weight consciousness. Or whatever direction your Team points you in.
One more thing about this card, the number. It counts too, adding down to Four. We know that this is our best foundation to build upon, the most stable, giving us the strongest base possible.
Once you’ve found the topic the Prison Waif is referring to, for you, construct a temple, create a gorgeous place of worship, manifest into being the very opposite of those negative consciousness thoughts. We are worthy of freedom, beauty, and grace. We count.
Today’s Deck:
Wisdom Of The Hidden Realms by Colette Baron-Reid
