When the Word Is Not Right
What Could We Blame?
I’ve got swollen feet, and now, my legs are following. I thought I might buy a pair of support or compression socks, but I could not think of the name and referred to them as squeezem socks yesterday. Which illustrates perfectly the title I came up with for this article.
I’ve had trouble lately with my spelling, too. Thankfully, the grammar programs I’ve got notify me of misspelled words with a wavy red line under the word in question. Yes, there are two of the programs on my computer. I don’t know how that happened. In swifter days, I would go, head slap, oh yeah, that’s spelled wrong. Let’s fix it. Now, I’m puzzled. Especially when the spelling/grammar checker program has no suggestions, that’s when I go to Google and try again. Sometimes, even that doesn’t work, and I think to myself. “Well, the word is perfect. Maybe I’ll get a good spelling for it before the article is over. If I don’t, I’ll use a different word.
But, for those few minutes, my made-up word, until the gods of English usage lend it legitimacy, is a placeholder. Hopefully, it will occur to me exactly how misspelled it really is.
I’m not sure it is age-related because the same thing happened to me when I was a teenager, long before computers had been invented and way longer before spellcheckers had been invented. It was the word so. I couldn’t spell it. I was writing something.
I kept thinking of sew, but so was beyond me. I calmed down, waited, and the correct spelling of the word arrived. Not with any fanfare, just quietly. It was there.
The same thing happened to the password for my computer. I use it all day, every day, many times. Somehow, my computer goes to sleep, and when I wake it up, it wants a password. I’ve got no problem with that.
The other day, I rebooted the little stinker, and it asked for a password. I could not think of it. Somehow, I suppose I thought the password would be different if I rebooted the computer as opposed to it just taking a nap.
Oh, shit. I just thought of something. This happens to channelers. It is something that they say happens to relatively new channelers. I had it happen to me. Soon after I started channeling, I was in the grocery store. The cashier asked me if I wanted a paper or a plastic bag. I said wood. I wanted a wood bag. Of course, we all know I meant to say a paper bag, but the word was wood, and much to my surprise, it stayed that way until after I left the store.
Everybody knew what I was talking about, but I had never made that sort of linguistic mistake before that. The other thing is I was not channeling when I asked for a bag.
The thing with being a psychic channeler is the magic of Spirit gets into whatever you are doing, whether you want it to be there or not. I don’t know why. It happens.
I suppose whatever good advice I would get out of this article is to remain calm, and the answer will come to you. Panic only draws attention and a frozen-in-the-headlights reaction. Also, a bracelet or a necklace with your name and address on it might help later on down the road.
Me? I’m going to have a cup of tea.