Four - OH - Five
Two things I forgot how to do properly this weekend:
1. Eat
2. Sleep
Life's too short anyways, right?
It's Monday, I just received my last unemployment check with no news of any extension or new claim, and I had another offer to be a p.a. *sigh*
Isn't it retroactive for me to go backwards rather than forwards? Isn't that the very definition? I understand in this business that that is a way of life but some silly part of me is saying not to do that just yet. Keep holding on. You will get something that you deserve. So I am leaving it to fate and keeping my fingers crossed that I will be okay until that time comes.
Liz and I finally listened to my channeler session last nite. The tape is a little worse for wear after four years, so we had to keep switching tape decks and tolerate the massive amount of static. I couldn't even hear or interpret my responses or questions. I had not wanted to hear this thing out of fear, but when we started listening to it last nite, it was Liz who got scared. I thought it was pretty cool and eerily accurate to the way my life is now. Liz told me it's b/c my life now is parallelling my life four years ago--I am at a crossroads, so everything that Johanna was telling me is just as relevant since there's no true concept of time in these events. I discovered that two particular predictions had come true the way she said they would and that another seemed to be what's happening in my life right now. Liz really wants to have a session with her now and thinks I should have another to see if anything has changed or if there is any more insight. Liz said she saw the color red when she listened and realized that it correlated to me since she doesn't own anything red but looking around the living room noticed that red was a significant color for me. She also said that one of Johanna's thoughts which still has no relevance to me really stuck with her because she feels that that will occur with me very soon. The session if anything was four years ago and was last nite an empowering type of therapy session. A lot of the aspects Johanna had touched upon I had subconsciously incorporated into my world which has accounted for how comfortable I am with me and my surroundings today. As I listened, I was constantly going, "Yeah, that's right. That's how I feel now. That's how I am now. Yes, that's how it is." I guess I am more in tune than I thought. It makes me curious to contact her again since I was so much in the realm of discovery about myself four years ago, I wonder what is in store for me now that I don't question who I am.
After the tape, we talked about spiritual connections, experiences, and both telling each other that we probably would sound insane to those around us. We hinted on the dark vs. the light and I sufficiently wigged out Liz so that when we went to bed, she kept her door wide open, and I did the same so she felt safe.
Earlier in the day Adrienne had asked me to help her move from Manhattan Beach to her new digs in Silverlake. Every Angeleno knows that the trek from Manhattan Beach to Silverlake is not an easy or pretty route. Sadly, most of the day was spent fighting traffic. In the 6 hours I spent yesterday helping her move, I could say about 4 of those hours were stuck on the highways--the glorious 405 and the evil 110. I know she will be MUCH happier in Silverlake. She will not contend with the 405 any longer. They had to do another trek last nite, which I felt bad for them, so I hope it wasn't too late before they were done. Now we gotta get Shelby away from the 405 too. I know he appreciated the fact that I was driving in that hell yesterday--it allowed him sleep so that he was able to tackle it when he went back to Huntington for the Pats game last nite (and the traffic wasn't pretty).
It's really cool that now all I have to do to see A, or for her to see me, is just jump on Beverly Blvd and straight shoot it. City driving is so much more tolerable:)
The leak in my bathroom ceiling stopped during the nite so now it's pointless to call Abram until it happens again. Good thing--don't like seeing my landlord on a weekly basis. Besides, rent is due today, so if they don't HAVE to make the trip out here aside from getting the check, then they more than likely won't deposit it anytime soon--gives me a chance to get me arse outta the house and get my checks in the bank.
Better hop on that, I guess...so much to do and no time to do it! Ah, the story of my life...so far...
1. Eat
2. Sleep
Life's too short anyways, right?
It's Monday, I just received my last unemployment check with no news of any extension or new claim, and I had another offer to be a p.a. *sigh*
Isn't it retroactive for me to go backwards rather than forwards? Isn't that the very definition? I understand in this business that that is a way of life but some silly part of me is saying not to do that just yet. Keep holding on. You will get something that you deserve. So I am leaving it to fate and keeping my fingers crossed that I will be okay until that time comes.
Liz and I finally listened to my channeler session last nite. The tape is a little worse for wear after four years, so we had to keep switching tape decks and tolerate the massive amount of static. I couldn't even hear or interpret my responses or questions. I had not wanted to hear this thing out of fear, but when we started listening to it last nite, it was Liz who got scared. I thought it was pretty cool and eerily accurate to the way my life is now. Liz told me it's b/c my life now is parallelling my life four years ago--I am at a crossroads, so everything that Johanna was telling me is just as relevant since there's no true concept of time in these events. I discovered that two particular predictions had come true the way she said they would and that another seemed to be what's happening in my life right now. Liz really wants to have a session with her now and thinks I should have another to see if anything has changed or if there is any more insight. Liz said she saw the color red when she listened and realized that it correlated to me since she doesn't own anything red but looking around the living room noticed that red was a significant color for me. She also said that one of Johanna's thoughts which still has no relevance to me really stuck with her because she feels that that will occur with me very soon. The session if anything was four years ago and was last nite an empowering type of therapy session. A lot of the aspects Johanna had touched upon I had subconsciously incorporated into my world which has accounted for how comfortable I am with me and my surroundings today. As I listened, I was constantly going, "Yeah, that's right. That's how I feel now. That's how I am now. Yes, that's how it is." I guess I am more in tune than I thought. It makes me curious to contact her again since I was so much in the realm of discovery about myself four years ago, I wonder what is in store for me now that I don't question who I am.
After the tape, we talked about spiritual connections, experiences, and both telling each other that we probably would sound insane to those around us. We hinted on the dark vs. the light and I sufficiently wigged out Liz so that when we went to bed, she kept her door wide open, and I did the same so she felt safe.
Earlier in the day Adrienne had asked me to help her move from Manhattan Beach to her new digs in Silverlake. Every Angeleno knows that the trek from Manhattan Beach to Silverlake is not an easy or pretty route. Sadly, most of the day was spent fighting traffic. In the 6 hours I spent yesterday helping her move, I could say about 4 of those hours were stuck on the highways--the glorious 405 and the evil 110. I know she will be MUCH happier in Silverlake. She will not contend with the 405 any longer. They had to do another trek last nite, which I felt bad for them, so I hope it wasn't too late before they were done. Now we gotta get Shelby away from the 405 too. I know he appreciated the fact that I was driving in that hell yesterday--it allowed him sleep so that he was able to tackle it when he went back to Huntington for the Pats game last nite (and the traffic wasn't pretty).
It's really cool that now all I have to do to see A, or for her to see me, is just jump on Beverly Blvd and straight shoot it. City driving is so much more tolerable:)
The leak in my bathroom ceiling stopped during the nite so now it's pointless to call Abram until it happens again. Good thing--don't like seeing my landlord on a weekly basis. Besides, rent is due today, so if they don't HAVE to make the trip out here aside from getting the check, then they more than likely won't deposit it anytime soon--gives me a chance to get me arse outta the house and get my checks in the bank.
Better hop on that, I guess...so much to do and no time to do it! Ah, the story of my life...so far...