After Monroe

I'm in Indiana on my way home from Gateway Voyage, a week-long experience/class in consciousness given by the Monroe Institute.  (www.monroeinstitute.org). 

     I learned a lot!

All of it seemed new, probably because I've actually grown since I first took it. (Not just aged, actually grown.)

My presenting question and reason for going to Gateway was, "What do I want to be when I grow up?"

It's been answered. In short, a Fairy Godmother. In long, Fairy-Godmother-hood is still in its infancy. I have a lot to learn, a lot of skills to develop, a long way to go. But the seeds have been planted. The initiation has been initiated. I need to be, know, and have a lot more than currently is in my backpack. 

So what?

I've got a long life ahead of me. And I can't imagine I would enjoy anything else more. 

Things I need to develop/begin to use now are: (1) learn how to recognize what I need to do; (2) pull together the knowledge and skills to get it done; (3) get myself funded in body energy, in mental energy, in spiritual and emotional energy, and even, when its called for, in wallet energy.  Spiritual, emotional, mental and physical energy are much more in demand in the Fairy Godmother profession than wallet energy. 

Here is what a Fairy Godmother does for and with you:

     Facilitates your gifts. 

     Illuminates your path. 

     Assists you in overcoming your obstacles. 

Ask me a question. 

Northern terminus

There was a bit of excitement at the motel last night. I heard a woman screaming, "Call the police, call the ambulance.". Lights out, I peeked through the window. Saw them carrying a man to put him in a minivan. I asked, "Do you need any help?". A boy said, "Medical, medical.". I called 911 and handed the phone to the boy.  He explained everything to the operator.   The ambulance came and gurneyed the man away. A bug had bitten him; he had swelled up like a beach toy. They all got in the minivan and followed the ambulance. This morning I knocked next door to check on them. There he was, deflated to normal and glad to be alive. I got hugged by six people at once, none of whom came up to my shoulder height.  Gulliver in Lilliput.

Just north of Lafayette, we drove past a windmill, then two, then more.  The further we went, the more windmills. Windmills to the farthest horizon. The sky was cloudy, lots of mist and these windmills, slowly slowly turning, white, barely visible in the mist. Happiness, my big happiness. I gave up trying to count them ten miles ago. 

Looking for comfort

I cut the top off my thumb today. I think it was on my razor but I don't remember. I went through one wad of toilet paper and three bandages before the bleeding stopped. I was not thinking clearly this morning until the coffee kicked in. 

I went to the store for bandaids. Going into a store plus needing comfort I was surprised to find myself thinking of paper. Paper is my new comfort purchase. How very much comfort I can squeeze out of a wad of office supplies. 

It used to be that I comforted myself with food. I still would except for my restricting wheat. But now almost all comforting food is either toxic, or fattening or both. So reaching for comfort now I fixate on note pads. Walking into Walgreens this morning for band-aids, I didn't think (treat) candy bar, I didn't think (treat) Cheetos. I thought (treat) spiral bound. 

My friend, TH, worries about the trees. Paper use equals trees down, trees processed.  When I get that office supply gleam in my eye, TH worries about the trees.  I honor him in that. 

I need a new source of comfort; retail therapy comfort. Kindle books? I already have an obscene number of unread books on my Kindle. Real books?  Same tree problem, same kind of unread problem. We've covered food, toxic and/or fattening. Clothes? Shoes? Not my bag. 

Ok, there's real comfort in art supplies. Or how about fabric, floss and heart-shaped buttons?

Deserves exploration. 

Murfreesboro, TN

We got started early. Good thing because I made a 70 mile mistake yesterday. I told you I wasn't even thinking yesterday. Tonight we are in Murfreesboro, TN, a whole new area of the map for me. 

After Starbucks (Starbucks!) this morning, my brain kicked in, thinking came back on line and I had a nice ponder. 

Yesterday's Rob Breszny e-letter (www.freewillastrology.com) posed this challenge:  Science fiction writer, Ursula LeGuin ("The Wizard of Earthsea, plus, plus) once said,  "There are no right answers to wrong questions.". 

The Breszny challenge:  What are the right questions?  My right questions?   Come up with three questions which will be important for me over the next seven months. (I am supposing since Breszny is an astrologer, the seven months thingie has to do with planetary aspects and stuff.)

Well, I am headed to the Mecca of question answering, the question answering Hall of Fame, the Monroe Institute. (www.monroeinstitute.org). How timely is that?  I am about to spend an entire week looking into the chambers of my mind where all knowledge can be contacted. Sounds far fetched?  You should have the experience for yourself.  Please. 

So, three questions. Hmmmm.  I know only one so far. How about this one?  "What do I want to be when I grow up?"

I'd love the answer to that one, and one reason for this trip is to explore it. So far the answer is , "Fairy Godmother".  More on this later. 

Should my brain be along for the trip tomorrow, I will continue this ponder. 

On The Road, Yay, Walkabout!

Lotta lotta woods on fire, with a sign on the highway saying don't call 911, it's on purpose.

Florida is the world capital of bug splat. I did not imagine how scared doggies would get going through the drive-thru car wash. Car wash mostly ineffective regarding bug splat.

Wifi in motel doesn't reach to my room. I composed in the little yellow note pad, walked up to the office to upload. There's a workaround for everything.

We started late today. I'm pleased we got to Jax. Tomorrow we go in a slightly unfamiliar direction. 10 to 75, then north through Atlanta. Did it once before. The thing I remember best about that road is the huge number of Starbucks. Hoping for a drive-thru.

I did very little thinking today, none of it clear or new. Also, I left things behind that I need: my little voice recorder, my banana. Sheesh!

Tomorrow will be there when I wake up.