Good morning everyone and happy Saturday once again! We found out Ryan supposedly is going to his consult on Tuesday, so it’s make or break time. The doctors over there are even pushing for him, which is unusual, and I’m taking that as it must to be a good sign. And I say supposedly, as they’ve changed their minds on dates so many times for his MEPS (physicals) – all about the hurry up and wait. It’s been a lot of ups and downs for him, and I ask again to please keep him in your thoughts he’ll indeed go on Tuesday, and he’ll pass, meaning he will get his ship date. Again though, I just hope his ship date is after PSG so I can get him registered so he can attend.
Yup – it’s now just under a month for Pagan Spirit Gathering, and I’m really getting into giddy mode. I reminded my broker and coworker, so there should be no problems with me leaving. Besides, just as it works out every month (I’ve been paying careful attention to trends and patterns), I’m once again in “dead week”. Last week, I worked about 96 hours, and this week, the phone calls dropped significantly, meaning my appointments are a lot fewer, too. The pattern goes that week one (1st – 7th), people let their landlords know they’re moving, so they start calling everyone under the sun about available apartments and schedule showings. The second week (8th – 14th), the folks who applied and got approved for the apartments they visited get the leases signed. The third week (now, the 15th – 21st), it’s that in-between time, where there’s just a few stragglers left from weeks one and two. And, the final week (22nd – end of the month) are the people who are in panic mode about finding a place to live and will apply to just about anything that suits them decently. So with PSG being June 16th – 23rd (Sunday to Sunday, days I don’t work anyway), I’ll be heading out there during dead week and coming back to panic week – during high season no less.
Yep, it will be chaos, but I can swing it. I need this too badly after working my ass off all year, and I know Ryan would really benefit from it. It’s a life-changing experience I get to do every year, and for Ryan, something so positive and powerful like that as a send-off would give him the extra oomph to do well in boot camp. One of the things I believe too is this: Being around so many good people and gaining so much positive energy just before his grueling training would be highly beneficial to pass along to others in his platoon. Ryan told me last time, there were so many in the bunks who were very sad, crying at night how they wanted to go home, scared and feeling alone. He wanted to be there, he was very happy, and this time around, I know he will be that much happier. So, to add all of that positive energy, perhaps he will have that much brighter of an aura which will innately extend to those who need it most. I really believe that.
Of course, one of the things that has been in the back of my mind, and yes, it’s surfacing again just like last time, is the layers of concern. I don’t believe in worrying, because it serves no real purpose. All you can do is do your best in every aspect and let the cards fall where they may. So yes, I believe we all have a destiny, but we can make it our own. Will he come home – whole? Will he piss away all of his money when he does? And while he’s there, will he be the stand-up guy we raised him to be? In the news, there’s so much talk about the rape culture within the military, and of course I’ve had those conversations with him. Be the Soldier, and the man, people can depend on during a crisis. Be the guy who will do the right thing even at a cost. Everyone who has ever met our son knows he has a gentle spirit, and unlike me, I know he has an old soul that has been around the block for at least a thousand years. His spirit has seen and done great things of which I am certain – making and learning from mistakes and accomplishments.
That has me thinking too: They say there are now more people walking the planet then there are people who have ever lived, but science and especially math say that isn’t true. However, when adding in that x factor of how many of the spirits of those people have regenerated, it has me thinking the Universe has had to create some new ones. Therefore, I believe there are a lot of newer spirits within those vessels walking around today, and perhaps that’s a part of why we have so many problems in the world. Just like 1G phones always have bugs, or a hot new video game has a lot of patches to download in its first few months, perhaps all of these first generation spirits have bugs to work out as well. So for the folks like our son who have old souls, we newbies need to be there for them and support them instead of fighting against them.
I know I’m a newbie. I figure I have maybe only a few past lives if that, and I highly doubt I was anyone famous as one of them, but I’m happy to be who I am. I believe it’s what makes me a fun person to be around – all child-like and whatnot. But when it comes to life experiences, sure, I’ve had more than my fair share compared to so many other folks I’ve met over the years, but that’s just this time. Compared to our son, I just graduated kindergarten, and now I’m going to retire to my couch cushion fort and color in my activity book. Maybe Ryan will join me, crawling under the cushions and pass me a crayon I wouldn’t have picked out myself. And even though I don’t like that color (Brown? Ewww! I hate brown!), he’ll encourage me to use it in just the right spots. Not too much, because he knows I don’t like that color, but just a few accents here and there to break up all the red and yellow I got going on.
So who are you? Are you the newbie, somewhere in the middle, or are you close to retiring in the cosmos and becoming your own star? Does it even matter? Some say what matters is how we live in this, and every, life time, because what we do affects everyone else in some small way. Just yesterday, I bought a lunch just before someone offered to treat me at a restaurant, so I gave the lunch I bought myself to a homeless woman. I was actually going to bring it home and, I dunno, give it to my husband or something, but something told me to give it to her. A big part of me says it was just so I didn’t have the smell of fries driving me crazy in the car, but another part of me says it was because the woman looked genuinely hungry and here I was with food I didn’t really know what to do with. (And it was good stuff, too!) I’ll be honest, that’s not really the kind of person I am. I’m the more frugal type (dare I even say cheap!), but after Ryan was here with us for almost a week, I have to think part of his spirit and kindness rubbed off on me. Just a little. So I know tending to his old soul by getting him to PSG before sending him off to the military will strengthen his spirit that much more, and little things like that will permeate to others who also need it – much more than me.
Welp, that’s about I all I have for today. Take care everyone, and many blessings to you and yours!