This level is where I'm going to lose a lot to most of you, as we're going to crank up the weird another couple of notches.
It may help if we first delve into the etymology (origin) of the word "weird". The word "weird" is most often used to denote strange, usually in a negative way, In actuality, it's original intent is quite different.Take a quick click into the Online Etymology Dictionary entry for "Weird".
I'm bringing all this up, because at this point, I have to relate and expose a part of myself that I don't talk about with most people. As it's very "Weird", in every sense of the word. But if I sandbag this part, I will not be serving the story. Which as I've stated, is really all I have to offer.
I had become friends with a guy who is one of those clairvoyant types that can pull eerily personal stuff out of your mind. Things that you've never told them. Things you've never told anybody. I mentioned to him that my feet had been hurting every morning for weeks, for no reason. He said it was because they had a message for me.
Remember, at my core I'm a redneck jock who's seat on the turnip truck is probably still warm.
"My feet have a message for me?" Right....
So we head up into the Angeles Crest forest, set up a camp. He teaches me how to "ground" myself.
Basically it's just a visualization exercise. You imagine a cord that goes from your core, deep into the Earth, with the intent of grounding yourself into the planet. Pretty much exactly what the black wire on your car battery does.
(Remember Batteries are made of Water, minerals, electrolytes and electricity. So are we...)
The weird thing, is that it totally worked. I immediately felt calmer than I had in months. Stable, clear, present. Grounded... Strange, it actually worked.... Almost amazingly so.
He then told me to ask my feet what they were trying to tell me. Uhh... well, sure. The grounding cord thingy was actually helping, so why not play along?
"OK, feet, what are you trying to tell me?"
BAM! Something "Popped!' inside my mind. It was like I had just woke up from being awake. I was so much clearer, everything was more vivid. Not just my vision, but my thinking, my everything.
I felt like a laser. Then he said this.
"Now you're Awake, and I can tell you that I'm an Angel, here to help the planet."
Somehow, not only did that not seem weird, I felt like it was perfectly appropriate, as I was one too.
Yeah. I remembered that I'm an Angel.
Another quick aside, because I realize that's some pretty weird stuff to loft out publicly. Think about this one.
If your parents are Owl's, you're an Owl.
If your parents are Fish, you're a Fish.
If God is our Father, what does that make us?
See if you can say it before I do.
Yeah. We're all God's children.
That means we're all Angels. Literally.
That's linear logic by the way. Irrefutable. I may take some guff on this for a while, but there's no way I'm not right. If you believe you are a child of God, then logically you are an Angel. Once enough of recognize and remember this, and both claim it and ACT like it, the Earth will become Heaven on Earth. How could it be anything but?
(By the way, that party happens as soon as we want it to. It is literally our choice as to when, we just have to put in the work. I'm willing to play the long game on this one, as it's worth it.)
Also, if you're one of the growing numbers of people who have soured on Religion, feel free to substitute Jedi For Angel. It's the exact same thing any way. We'll cover that more in a few chapters, and that is perhaps the coolest story I know. I'd stick around just for that one.
That night held quite a few more mind-blowing-open experiences, but that's also a story for another day. What matters is that I had found a new part of me. A reason to hold myself to higher standard.
I also had a new part to play in the play of life, and finally, a good excuse for the flaming swords...
NEXTLEVEL
It may help if we first delve into the etymology (origin) of the word "weird". The word "weird" is most often used to denote strange, usually in a negative way, In actuality, it's original intent is quite different.Take a quick click into the Online Etymology Dictionary entry for "Weird".
- weird
- Old English wyrd (n.) "fate, destiny," literally "that which comes," from Proto-Germanic *wurthis (cf. Old Saxon wurd, Old High German wurt "fate," Old Norse urðr "fate, one of the three Norns"), from PIE *wert- "to turn, wind," (cf. German werden, Old English weorðan "to become"), from root *wer- (3) "to turn, bend" (see versus). For sense development from "turning" to "becoming," cf. phrase turn into "become."
The modern sense of weird developed from Middle English use of weird sisters for the three fates or Norns (in Germanic mythology), the goddesses who controlled human destiny. They were portrayed as odd or frightening in appearance, as in "Macbeth," which led to the adjectival meaning "odd-looking, uncanny," first recorded 1815.
I'm bringing all this up, because at this point, I have to relate and expose a part of myself that I don't talk about with most people. As it's very "Weird", in every sense of the word. But if I sandbag this part, I will not be serving the story. Which as I've stated, is really all I have to offer.
I had become friends with a guy who is one of those clairvoyant types that can pull eerily personal stuff out of your mind. Things that you've never told them. Things you've never told anybody. I mentioned to him that my feet had been hurting every morning for weeks, for no reason. He said it was because they had a message for me.
Remember, at my core I'm a redneck jock who's seat on the turnip truck is probably still warm.
"My feet have a message for me?" Right....
So we head up into the Angeles Crest forest, set up a camp. He teaches me how to "ground" myself.
Basically it's just a visualization exercise. You imagine a cord that goes from your core, deep into the Earth, with the intent of grounding yourself into the planet. Pretty much exactly what the black wire on your car battery does.
(Remember Batteries are made of Water, minerals, electrolytes and electricity. So are we...)
The weird thing, is that it totally worked. I immediately felt calmer than I had in months. Stable, clear, present. Grounded... Strange, it actually worked.... Almost amazingly so.
He then told me to ask my feet what they were trying to tell me. Uhh... well, sure. The grounding cord thingy was actually helping, so why not play along?
"OK, feet, what are you trying to tell me?"
BAM! Something "Popped!' inside my mind. It was like I had just woke up from being awake. I was so much clearer, everything was more vivid. Not just my vision, but my thinking, my everything.
I felt like a laser. Then he said this.
"Now you're Awake, and I can tell you that I'm an Angel, here to help the planet."
Somehow, not only did that not seem weird, I felt like it was perfectly appropriate, as I was one too.
Yeah. I remembered that I'm an Angel.
Another quick aside, because I realize that's some pretty weird stuff to loft out publicly. Think about this one.
If your parents are Owl's, you're an Owl.
If your parents are Fish, you're a Fish.
If God is our Father, what does that make us?
See if you can say it before I do.
Yeah. We're all God's children.
That means we're all Angels. Literally.
That's linear logic by the way. Irrefutable. I may take some guff on this for a while, but there's no way I'm not right. If you believe you are a child of God, then logically you are an Angel. Once enough of recognize and remember this, and both claim it and ACT like it, the Earth will become Heaven on Earth. How could it be anything but?
(By the way, that party happens as soon as we want it to. It is literally our choice as to when, we just have to put in the work. I'm willing to play the long game on this one, as it's worth it.)
Also, if you're one of the growing numbers of people who have soured on Religion, feel free to substitute Jedi For Angel. It's the exact same thing any way. We'll cover that more in a few chapters, and that is perhaps the coolest story I know. I'd stick around just for that one.
That night held quite a few more mind-blowing-open experiences, but that's also a story for another day. What matters is that I had found a new part of me. A reason to hold myself to higher standard.
I also had a new part to play in the play of life, and finally, a good excuse for the flaming swords...
NEXTLEVEL
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