My poor old Bodia is having a time of it recovering from the spill on last Thursday. It is always interesting to me to have the flow of fluent Florentine dialect Italian cursing being directed at me from my own body. Looking forward to some Via Viente and getting back to trying to sell on the Internet.
In the meantime the habit of walking is starting to reform. Today is break day and only stretches.
I am still tired although the night's rest was pretty solid. Tired not in a body way, so much...just tired. Close encounters with an energy vampire can do that it seems.
But the line is now officially drawn in writing since Lisa didn't get it verbally.
MAybe it will stay drawn this time.
Been catching myself out battling and though it was hard, I did pull out of it.
I expect it will get easier in time, as the energy of my own resource pool clears and flows better. A Tapping a day keeps the negative crap away.
Jamie is a different story. Had to run the script on chasing him off responsibly over and over,to pull down the charge. Then I went into battling on finally sitting down with some poor bloke in an MAA's office and quietly and calmly shredding the living daylights out of the Sea Org and it's oppression of women and its injustice.
Yeah, Margaret..it is fun wallowing in that Righteousness...I admit it. Loving the mental picture of finally getting to say all my stuff and leaving total devastation in my wake.
And what,I now ask,will that do?
Zip Zilch Nada beyond adding my name to the list of do-gooder dreamer squashers. They have a dream there, they do.
Not my dream anymore and it sure was hard to say good bye to it. Some part of me still wishes I could finish the B.C. and be the auditor I always wanted to be.
But them days is over no matter how much it hurts.
No can do.
Period.
It is a funny thing but it is true that the greatest death of all is the end of all hope.
Death does that. Ends all hope. Hubbard had the sequence very right. The threat of death during unconsciousness will fuel a fire of loss beyond reason down the road.
Death...the final frontier. It will be a good friend when it comes finally.
More people would benefit from watching "Meet Joe Black" then not I really believe.
I have often wondered at the consistency of the great "J" writers of Britain
J.M.Barre: Death will be an awfully big adventure
J.R.R. Tolkien: Death is just another path...one we must all take.
J.K.Rowling: To the well organized mind, death is just the gateway to the next adventure.
So meet Joe Black without fear say I. He is an old friend with whom you have journeyed so many times into the next great adventure...and the next... and the next...and...and...and.
Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua, Dea Eterna
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