Still staying with my friend "Cara" and things seem to be improving. My energy seems to have spurred a little positive change already when she decided to clean up her bathroom the other night (first time since moving in months ago). Also, the guy she's been seeing, we'll call him "Dan" also started picking up a little more around the house, energy is contagious and felt by everyone whether they're aware of it or not.
Over the past few days I've made a new friend named Rok who owns Whole Life Superfoods. Rok is a kindred spirit and he thinks we may have worked together previously. Anywho, I've been helping him organize his stuff, which seems to be one of my talents (coincidentally or not, I'm a Virgo ;). I love superfoods, check the Google definition:
Rok sells some amazing things like goji berries, incan berries, mulberries, chlorella, spirulina, maca, bee pollen, cashews, etc. The other day I worked for him I actually worked for cashews! I got like a 5-pound bag of them and I've been eating them like it was my job. Dr. Oz says cashews can reduce my risk of colon cancer, which is sweet, but really they are just delicious.
Tonight I was the designated driver on a mission to Portland. The Washington kids head down to Portland because the bars in Portland close at 2:30 instead of 2 (woohoo!). We headed to The Spare Room in the NW for some more drinks, since there was of course pre-game shots at the house. Driving drunks is interesting, especially if you don't know where you're going. You have to designate a "captain drunk" and hope they can navigate you there. Which, given our amazing technological advances, you'd think would be easy, HOWEVER, easier said then done, and drunks can make everything harder.
At The Spare Room a couple of interesting things happened. First, I put a dollar in the video poker machine (usually a money loser) and on my last bet I was dealt a straight so I got up to $2.50. Realizing that the only way to be successful at gambling is to quit while you're ahead, I quickly cashed out. As I headed over to the bar to collect my winnings, I started chating up the middle-aged black lady and her counterpart who was an older white guy with a huge white beard (and a bald head covered by a ball cap) named Ward. Turns out it was Ward's birthday just then, as it had just turned 11-10, so I said, "Happy Fuckin' Birthday" and gave him the gambling winnings. He liked this very much and when I asked him how old he was he dug out his wallet, which was either made of a basketball or just some silly NBA wallet, and showed me his ID. Sure enough, he was born 11-10-1952, making him 61 and also making for some interesting numbers. I tend to notice the numbers, and notice them A LOT these days. Any time there's a set of...
WHOA, as I just wrote that, the power in the whole just shut off, the main breaker just flipped. Cheryl says that's never happened before and they weren't doing anything to make the breaker flipped, it just did, coincidence? I don't really believe in those.
Back to the numbers, whenever I see a set of three numbers I try to pay attention because it seems to mean something. I usually search "### meaning" in Google and check out the Sacred Scribe Angel Numbers by Joanne and most of the time it jives pretty well with my situation. Now back to Ward, he shows me his ID and sure enough the first three numbers of his ID number are 222. Let's see what Joanne says about that - "Number 222 has to do with balance, manifesting miracles and new auspicious and timely opportunities."
Interesting...let's see, I've been struggling with balance lately. I have been going between the extremes of my spirituality and my psychology as of late and I've been having trouble finding a middle ground where both are considered. Either I'm fully focused on my energy and my spirit or I'm totally in my mind, trying to logic everything. Needless to say this doesn't really work, as with all things moderation and balance seem to be the key to success. I mean, alcohol, sex, drugs, work, play, politics - hell, even moderation must be had in moderation - for example, if you drink you gotta get drunk every once in a while! The trouble lies in the extremes. (P.S. I totally stole that idea from Oscar Wilde, even though not consciously).
It's hard to say the specific miracles I've been manifesting but if we were to speak of "new auspicious and timely opportunities" I've got a few. First off this whole relationship developing with Rok, who needs with the organizational side of his superfood company. So...he needs help with something I'm good at and his business is involved with something I'm passionate about and it feeds me. Since starting on this path in June, I have become more aware of my body and of the foods that are it's building blocks. I've noticed that as a culture we lack this awareness. Awareness of what's in our foods, where it's coming from, etc. This has given me some amount of stress in that sometimes I overthink it and/or end up restricting myself. My main nutrition goals these days are #1) No dairy (because it's pretty much impossible to digest when pasteurized) and #2) No gluten/wheat (because it's pretty much hard for our bodies to process and we get WAY TO MUCH usually). This is very difficult in our society today! Even though they are not necessary, one or the other or both of these two seem to weasel their way in to over 90% of our going-out food options and, as a nomad, I find myself going out more often than not (no kitchen = hard to cook). Back to the point of "auspicious and timely" I'd say finding someone to trade work for healthy nutrition helps alleviate my "worry about food" issue and my "worry about money" issue. Damn, I need to eliminate the word "worry" from my vocabulary and go here -
because truly -
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