5th Volume of My Evolution as a Writer of Primarily Spiritual Poetry and Essays on Medium
Looking back upon December 18th through December 21st, 2020
One of the themes that runs through much of my writing is the concept of synchronicity and how the universe sends us messages all of the time in various forms to give us clues as to the answers that we need or guide us towards the path to our highest purpose. Many people focus on seeing repeating number sequences. I do not generally perceive those synchronicities in my life but I do at times when someone else is experiencing seeing these messages in their life and I am interacting with them and thus our energies are intersecting.
Not all synchronicities are meant to make a profound impact on our lives. As I have become more and more in tune with being spiritually awakened, I perceive messages about the mundane as well. On December 18th, 2020, I wrote a short-form story of such synchronicity. It was the first time I created a short-form that told its own original story as opposed to promoting another already published story.
“Synchronicities, coincidences, channeled messages, signs from the universe, intuition — the answers we need from within are not always about the meaning of life. I finally have a perfect stand-alone short-form story. The answer I needed was where the [frack] did I leave my vat-sized-tea mug.”
“It’s too big simply to blend in. It didn’t walk away on its own. Finally, after an hour of on-again-off-again searching, I relented and took a normal-sized mug out of the cupboard. The piping hot water I was pouring would not keep my tea hot. WTF? The light bulb went on in my head. I left the big mug in the microwave.
Thank you universe for making my tea cold before its time.”
Long ago discerned Acceptance is the answer Now not forever
This poem stands for that the serenity that ensues from acceptance is a moment-to-moment process. One does not have to accept an unacceptable situation forever and can take action to affect a change of circumstances.
Diana C. had issued a prompt to write a piece inspired by the Sufi parable of the interaction between a frog who lives in the ocean and a frog who lives in a well.
In my story, I wrote:
I see the Ocean Frog as open to the wonders of the universe. I see the Ocean Frog as realizing that there is so much it does not understand and willing to learn so much. I see the Well Frog as closed-minded; there is only one possible right answer to anything in the Well Frog’s world and any suggestion of an alternate truth causes a meltdown.
I then created a scene of a conversation between me and my mother on her hopefully many-years-out death bed. If it pleases you to do so, you may read the full story here.
I had read a story by Brenda Abigail, MSc about the power to rewire one’s brain:
I self-published this little piece in response:
I see the mechanism differently than you do. As I see it, the proper programming exists in all of us all the time. The proper programming is in the subconscious from the moment we are born. External factors often block it and cause the conscious to be improperly wired. The NLP training does not rewire the subconscious — it makes the conscious open and accessible to a reboot and upload of the proper software from the subconscious.
Brenda commented in my story:
“Yes! That’s exactly what it is, I’ve never thought about it in that perspective. But you’re 100% right. Everyone talks about “reprogramming” the mind but there should be a more accurate way to say it…if only “uncovering” or “depolluting” or (insert better verb here) sounded as cool.”
I saw a prompt to write a poem about favorite movies without naming them. I loved my creation and for those of you who like older movies, you will too. Many of the movies I describe are from the 1930s through the 1950s.
So handsome smooth and debonair you could have kept your name, Archibald Worked with all the best ladies (Kate Grace Audrey Ingrid and Sophia), but for its cheeky comic brilliance and the lady reporter who bested all the men my favorite might be with Rosalind any day of the week
you only worked with Jimmy once but in my mind’s eye I can see you lithely on one roof while he watches from a window on a different set and you each have the Princess on your arm
your married life converged with another movie of mine when she conspired with Charles to shoot the quarterback taken by the angel of death before his time
going back in time again oh tears in your eyes and tears in my eyes and down my cheeks like I’m crying now when you realize Deborah can’t get off the couch — that was your finest moment as an actor, Nicky, I can hear Kerr lovely voice saying your name
Lastly, had it been another age, you would have been Hugh lining the birdcage with yesterday’s news and She would have been yours earlier because you would not take any shit from a poser like Alec Baldwin
Please comment with your list of the movies I had in mind.
Spider passed my foot Young-Daddy-Long-Leg I think Stomp — No Don’t — That’s Growth
I had seen a spider, walk past my foot, on the ground outside or perhaps in the house, I’m not now sure. In my pre-awakened days, I would have killed it. I took notice of how my mindset had changed.
The Universe is full of unimaginable splendor. I hope I can honor it and my feelings. I hope that this essay allows my reader not only to understand but feel the day I am continuing to experience. The synchronicities have synchronicity. The emotions have emotions. The subtitle is my second ever tanka…
I think the essay is a great read. I hope that opening paragraph pulls you in.
Linstara and I shared my vessel for a day. The heat of the bath. Poetic sounds; whiffs of me; her pizza taste. Touch of me.
In this next essay I come back to earth and my legal training to discuss steps that I felt, and still believe, businesses and the government should follow to lessen the economic impact of COVID shut downs. As Omicron has now reared its head, this piece may still be timely:
Thank you for particpipating in and coming along for my journey.
In Rama I create, with soul-energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,