Out of the Marshes. Out of my Skin. Out of this World!
25 October 2013
Following a sleepless night, coughing and snorkeling my way through Tissue Box Nr 2, I decided to flee the upset air and join my dear Prof Sputnik for an early-morning rendezvous.
Upon arrival at Pasputniks, I realise yet again how much personal benefit us girls derive from the mere ritual of donning our war paint, sashes and invincible grins. Who wants to be sick IN BED anyway?
Decidedly perkier, a "quick cuppa" once again saw us well through brunch and onward to my first pit-stop at the Prof's laboratory.
Once I'd recovered five fingers from the chattering jaws of the resident creature (tag read: "Cute Ness - impossible youngest addition to the Loch and Shy Family"), these digits were instantly replaced by those belonging to my other hand - each in sharp, breath-taking turn! Taking a pragmatic approach to this lab ritual, I deemed it fortuitous only to change hands when the finger in question went absolutely numb.
Lucky for my hands, this vigil was upended when the creature discovered my ample lap which - judging by the intensity to return after various attempts by both the Prof and I to extract Exhibit A - is a lap to reckon with - one which may well some day be banned as a subversive befuddler of targeted military operations.
Realising that lab time was long overdue - and the facility unbooked this very Friday evening (a trend nearly unheard of in the resident geek community) - Prof Sputnik insisted we reconvene at said location at Eighteen-Hundred Hours for an experiment in prolonged visitation.
Never one to argue with academia (white lie), I rush to base camp on the insistence of Commander GIBS and his formidable lieutenants Prof Dave Beaty and ex-ManU footballer Gary Bailey. Mission: complete 3-month course semi-final assignment by Pumpkin Hour - or else... On this fine Spring afternoon, I executed no less than two grilling tactical plans in less than two hours! What is a girl to do?
Plan delivered ahead of schedule and my own mini-Troop dispatched safely at Family Camp, I indulged in a quick dip to remove the remaining traces of mud and ellie-skin before I ventured off haplessly, medicated and exhausted to Casillero del Diablo (aka Lab Sputnik).
Little was I to know the extent and level of preparation the good Professor had exerted into this experiment - nor the time factor that would see me only exit the lab at lunch-time the following day!
Let's just say preliminary results were glowing... to say the very least.
[FILE : INTUITION EXPERIMENT : REMOVED : CLASSIFIED AS ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND]
26 October 2013
While I write this post, it is drizzling gently, and has been ever since yesterday afternoon. An owl is hooting eerily from the tree behind my veranda (s-o I'm ty-pi-ng e-ver s-o soft-ly).
It would seem our experiment had a rather different effect on the Prof than it did on me. Must be a disappointing turn of events for dear Sputnik, seeing as the whole thing was his idea, and one would thus surmise positive results were expected.
Anyhow, open-minded and vigilant is a strange combination for me this foggy afternoon, as I realise that the Enchanted Map requires new coordinates, due exactly to what occurred in the past 24 - 48 hours.
I ask the unavoidable question: 'Where to from here?'
I draw three cards: Past: Sad Embrace (45) Present: Balancing Act (11) Present #2 (surprise card hidden behind first): Slow and Steady (12) Future: Magic Prayer (32)
The mantras read as follows:
Past: 'Loss is a part of life. Let go and allow time to heal you.'
Present: 'You are calm within - no matter the fluctuations of outer conditions' and 'Slow and steady wins the race.'
Future: 'Speak your prayers, listen for the answers, act in faith.'
These readings were all pretty spot-on for my condition: dreamy-eyed, drifting in the unbearable lightness of being, (for now) not too concerned about the Prof's sudden confusion, and certainly hoping for the best! A glowing report I'd give if asked :)
Last night, the Prof did a great emotional unblocking exercise with me - to once and for all get over past hurt. It worked wonders with me, but somehow seemed to open up the reality of unresolved issues in him. How ironic. At this time, I know no more.
Reflecting on the past, the card advised to let go of an old dream to realise a BETTER and more powerful one - IF I can accept the loss of a relationship based on faulty foundations and expectations not met.
I took it as the distant past, where the final release of those emotions and restoration of a parched inner landscape reduced my wry smile to a whisper - and allowed growth and beauty in the process... But what do I know at this time? The experience was MINE, yes, but mutuality is not a proven fact, as yet.
In my present state, according to the card, my topsy-turvy, unsure footing can be restored to balance and equilibrium by evaluating my thoughts, inner and outer life. I should choose HARMONY OVER DISCORD and listen with my soul, then great success will follow. A balanced, focused, level path will maintain inner stability.
Interestingly, the Prof did an intuition experiment with me last night, which proved that I take a soft approach on my first instinct by making excuses for those I'm close to... Food for re-thinking my ways.
The present is also a time for easy movement, unhurried steps and a steady heart. TRUST that a leisurely pace ensures greater access to my dreams. Slowing down also allows more time with the juicier elements of my life, which I should savour.
Honestly, this is the hard part for my fluttering heart. Tucked deep inside, is the niggling worry that what I unearthed, is only for me, and not mutual...
Synchronised to that admittance, is the future card, which says: 'This is a reminder that your prayers WILL be answered. Spirit is always waiting to help - and heal - when you are in need. But remember: THY will, NOT mine, be done through me. Importantly, prayer and meditation ensures conscious contact with your higher power.'
At this time, I am not fully in sync with the meaning of this - it feels nearly ominous and I want to feel elated now - not made to worry - so I shift these words slightly out of my central, hazy-eyed view... for better, or worse.
The future card further says speaking with and listening to Creation's divine force allows me to surrender my wishes and desires to Spirit. I may not get what I want, but what I need, because my Destiny awaits me. As long as I keep in conscious contact with my higher power, I am on the RIGHT PATH.
By now, I'm alert and jolted out of my dreamy reverie. These signs are definitely not 'good' when read against my present wishful thinking. Sounds nearly as if I'm missing the point here, or willing it away... At this time, I'm too tired and fluey to pay it any further heed... let go, let Spirit.
The last words my mind washes up before I fall asleep, are the Prof's advice: 'Next time... Ask WHY from the INSIDE...'
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