Givin it a go anyway

Hey Gang!

Welcome to my life…

Where anything is possible and nothing is as it seems. I’m Freedom and I’ll be your host, coming at you from within…

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Velcum to my Life ees a prochect, un experiment een Life unt ART, A liwing storyboard, if you vill. Eet’s premise ees zat you can, and do, experience za life you choose. Eet ees based on za Veel of Life unt za ARTs for za New Millennium as life building tools. Ya. Eet’s true.

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It is Sunday, February 16, 2014. Time….Discombobulated.

Every Act of Magick Truly Does Come with a Price…Deary

Be Blessed

If You Try to Force Things  being, you only make matters worse

Feedback

Feedback has always been my favorite part of WTML, and also, the one I get to play with the least. I have long said that this is actually the most vital part of the project and have strongly encouraged folks to leave comments, questions and the like.

There is no actual feedback this week.

Ok, well actually, it is Monday now. I tried. I really did. But, with only getting the Princesses first thing yesterday morning it was a little tough to get enough down time to focus. I tried at bed time and I fell asleep.

So…we’re going with Sunday.

What a friggin’ week!!! Seriously, like I don’t know if this past week could have been any more intense.

I was out of town for work this week. (Yay for a week of work!!) Out to Arizona, by way of Las Vegas. The work week itself was pretty much what I had anticipated – we worked and we slept in between. There was one little bit of adventure along the way, when we thought we were going to get no other.

We had to go to Kingman, AZ and do work between there and Bullhead City, which is right on the Nevada border.

Across the way is Laughlin, NV. This is pretty much just a strip of casinos.

So this is where the first adventure took us. I dropped my co-worker off in Laughlin, went back to Bullhead and did some side work and then sallied on back to this place…

Here I would get my first lessons in blackjack. I mean, I had the basics of how to play. Just not at an actual table. It would also be the start of a very focused lesson for me the rest of the week. Getting me there was no easy task though.

I had no problem gambling. I had fully intended to gamble at some point. But, in my mind, I had envisioned it differently. Then I thought I may not get where I wanted to go, so why not do it now.

I started with a slot machine. One dollar. That is all I was going to give myself – one dollar.

HA!

I got nothing. One became three, became five, until finally I had put the last of my seven ones in the machine. Nothing. All I had left was a twenty and I sure as shit was not putting that in the machine.

I wandered back over to my friend who was still plugging away at the table. He offered me a five dollar chip and I played my first hand of blackjack. I lost it. I walked away. I was ribbed a bit, but I was not ready to lose that money there. I believed I should win and I would play when I could win.

I went outside, had a smoke, took care of some business and then it struck me. I was overwhelmed with the urge to just go in an play. Fuck it. So that’s what I did.

I sat down with my twenty and began to play. It was easy to see why one would enjoy the game so much. Definitely a different gambling experience than the slot machines.

At one point, I had myself up to twenty-seven fifty. I proudly announced to my co-worker, and most likely myself, that if I walked away right then I was up fifty cents from when I walked in the door. I did not.

The dealer changed. I chuckled and said to my co-worker, and the person to my other side, “Dealer just changed…so did this game.” But still, I did not walk away. I sat at that table and played until I had lost twenty-seven of that twenty-seven fifty.  I have kept the fifty cent piece as a good luck charm of sorts.

Back to reality we trudged. We worked that night and then in the morning got together and set off back towards Las Vegas to catch our plane. We were only about mid-way through the hour and a half drive when we got the call that the flight had been canceled. We were not going to be able to land in Philadelphia for it seemed the east coast was at the mouth of what would turn out to be the largest snowfall in quite some time.

This is the moment that the whole trip changed.

This was the shift and I knew it when it happened. It’s experiences like this that bring me to, “I know who I am, what I do and how it works.”

Well, once we accepted the fact that we were stuck in the Vegas area for three days, we let the adventure begin. We decided the first thing we wanted to do was see Hoover Dam. So off we set in that direction. I mean, how can you be that close and not visit it?

It wasn’t until several days later that I realized just how appropriate this was for the beginning of The Quest to come. It actually contained to possible key elements for a Quest. There was a mountain and an entering.

Hoover Dam is in mountainous region. So to get there, one must drive up the mountain.

“When all else fails head for the mountain.”

At the beginning of every good Quest there is an entering. A point where the Questor passes through from one side to the other. Wendy followed the star. Alice went first down the rabbit hole and then through the glass. Even Neo took his pill.

For centuries, Shamans and other similar practitioners have used the tunnel as the doorway to the Spirit Realm. Through the Underworld is the start to every great path.

I am so accustomed to it being more blatant, more obvious. Perhaps driving through an actual tunnel or gate. Sometimes it has been entering a wooded area. It’s always noticeable.

“Aha! I have entered. The Quest begins…now.”

I saw none of this and so the fact that we had indeed entered a canyon had slipped past me. The same shamans have been known to utilize canyons to represent the progress of The Quest. You walk the canyon from beginning to end and by the end you will know yourself. There is one of these in Arizona, incidentally.

Hoover Dam is a magnificent structure. It really is. Given more time, and the fact that I had previously gambled away my spending money, I probably would have taken the tour. But even without it is easy to recognize the greatness of it all.

I was fascinated at the brilliance of it really. Basically the turn of the century, within the first three decades, this notion is had. Who was so right as to think, “Hey, if we stop the water here we can control the flow of it to here, here, here and here.” Distances probably unfathomable to you. I know I was stunned.

Wow.

Just wow.

I had two things truly fascinate me at the Dam.

First, out on the Dam you find yourself standing at the actual time zone line.

I can’t tell you how many times I ran back and forth going, “It’s one o’clock. It’s two o’clock. It’s one o’clock. It’s two o’clock….”

The other thing I found fascinating was the base where the flag and dedication were. It was a star map that, apparently, not only shows positions of stars and planets on the date of completing the dam, but those of the past and the future as well.

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From there we returned to a bit of reality, and our hotel, and began to settle in to whatever was coming next. He ventured off to dinner with a friend and a night of gaming and I did…my thing.

I so started to zenitate right away. Like I could barely get unpacked and settled in before it started. It was very intense and kept me from going out that night. I wasn’t surprised really. It was the transition.

After The Entering is The Transition.

You may have heard me reference moments like this in the past. I like to call them '”The Decompression Chamber,” because that’s what they are. They are moments when we must wash away all that was and all that can be left is what is to come. The stress of the past finds relief and the path of the future unfolds.

The next day was very vague from the beginning. We didn’t know what we were going to do and we didn’t really do much.

We ventured out for lunch, walked a bit of the strip and just kind of looked around. Then we found our local Wal-mart to get supplies we did not have. From there he dropped me back at the hotel and went to THE pawn shop. Avid television watchers may know to which I do refer. He came back and I went off to visit my cousin.

That night we ventured out a bit but not for long. I played again, with twenty found along the way. I left this table with eleven of that twenty and that was after tipping out five.

But  both of us were still a little tired, and he now had a flight the next day. He was off to the next job site. Not to mention I was going to have to spend time at the airport the next day to see if I could get a flight as well. So, it was a short night.

The next day I did wait at the airport. Leaving for Philadelphia just was not advised. I was basically told to stick with the flight I had for the next morning. So, back to the strip I went, this time to a different hotel.

This was my night. This was what I had been gearing up for all week long. It was over the top. I was no where near as wild nor wicked as I am capable. And, I followed the rules as they had been laid out before me.

There is so much more to tell, but I really need to go to bed. It is soon time to wake up and start all over again.

 

(But then, isn’t it always?)