A very quick post today… I’m practicing with my pen tablet, and wanted to have a go at creating a ‘visual wish’. Hence, my wishing well above! And my wish is simply sleep well! The floppy figures I drew into the picture are well away, and hopefully so will I be, soon!
Many, many years ago, Saturday morning TV used to be really good for us kids. I couldn’t tell you how it is nowadays, but I suppose the kids of today will say it is great too. But it can not be as great as it was in my day.
Number 73 was a Saturday morning TV show where all of the viewers went round to Number 73. The house with the always open front door (which was bright red and had a huge 73 across the centre) was a particular favourite of mine. Celebrities used to pop in for a chat with Ethel, the owner, and other people who lived there, or were connected in some way with the people there. Even the next door neighbours used to call around and end up chatting with the celebrities, if Ethel was busy. And just before lunchtime, Ethel would gather her guests into teams, and play the daring, dazzling, death-defyingly dull, devastatingly dangerous, delectable, delicatestible, divinely decadent sandwich quiz (had to visit Wikipedia for that line – I couldn’t remember all of the words!). In this quiz, which was a first-to-the-buzzer general knowledge quiz, the team who got the answer correct made the next sandwich, and the winning team had the most sandwiches made. I never saw anyone eat the sandwiches afterwards though, which is hardly surprising because anything went on them.
In fact, anything could happen at Number 73. I remember it as being random entertainment, but jolly good fun!
In LXXIII, the year 73, the Roman governor Lucius Flavius Silva laid siege to Masada, which was the last Jewish Outpost from the first Jewish Roman War. I didn’t know about that when I visited Masada, which was also several years after watching Number 73 on TV. In fact, I have only just found out about that now… whilst looking for random information on the number 73 I spotted a photo of Masada and thought ‘That looks familiar’. Apparently, the siege took place on April 16th.
Facts like that come in handy – you may get asked such a question when you are participating in your own sandwich quiz!
There is also a number 73 bus route in London, but I have no idea where it goes to. Unfortunately, this will also be a question, and quite possibly in the same sandwich quiz. Oh, and you may get asked what element has the atomic number 73. The answer is Tantalum.
Facts and figures. New information (well, it is new if you didn’t know it, like me) and a random post for a Sunday. And why not? I think that I may start writing one random post each week… although looking at some of the other things I write about it may be difficult to tell the difference…
I’ve been interested in – no! fascinated by – legends, mysteries and the unknown or unexplained for as long as I can remember. I remember when I was very little first hearing about the Bermuda Triangle, and although I couldn’t understand why it was a mystery, I was fascinated by this triangle in the middle of the Bermuda Sea. That is how I thought of it. I also couldn’t understand how it was in the air as well, and thought for a time there must be two triangles – one for boats and one for planes. As my mind looked further into things, I began to realise that the triangle must be quite big. And as time went on, I realised the triangle was referring to an area of sea and air, where various ships disappeared. I think this was where I first heard about the concept of different dimensions, but back then, I thought a different dimension was kind of like stepping into a mirror – Alice through the looking glass stylee. Now, I take the concept far more grander, with notions of parallel universes, different times, and different levels of existence.
The Loch Ness Monster is another legend that I loved to hear about when I was young. Tales of monsters living in a little lake in Scotland filled me with awe. I’ve never been to Loch Ness, but I would love to go one day. I believe it isn’t little either, but when I was young I thought it was. I always imagined (and still do now to this day) that the monster isn’t on it’s own there – it can’t be. There is a whole colony of them (I wonder what the collective term for a group of monsters is? A growl sounds good, or a roar). So when people spot the monster, they aren’t necessarily spotting the same one. Whenever I hear the term ‘loch’ I immediately picture a very misty place with shapes and shadows within the mist, tree-lined shores that have gentle waves washing in (Do lochs have waves? They do in my imagination!) and there is always a small wooden boat bobbing about by the shore. Never any people appear in this imaginary landscape, but neither does the monster. I’ll probably get to see it in reality when I go!
Ancient civilisations fascinate me too. I mean ancient Egyptians building the pyramids, and the Mayans, or Babylon. These people must have been far advanced for their time. Egypt is still here, but the other two are now ruins and legends that I have only read about. How can whole civilisations vanish, especially ‘advanced’ civilisations? I have only seen TV documentaries about the theories as to why they have gone, but I don’t know. As convincing as the documentaries are I always think that we weren’t there, so it is all speculation. Maybe I’ll travel there when I have my next Lucid Dream and find out. That would be interesting! I’ve visited Egypt, and the Pyramids just outside of Cairo and was awestruck by them. People were sitting on top of the bottom stones. How on earth they managed to get the others above them is beyond me… and the lines were perfect too! Simply amazing!
And then, there is the mystery of me. Legendary me! No… I mean how I am here. Not how I am here, I know that bit – the biology bit, but the ‘energy’ bit… the thoughts, the movements, the natural aging process. My thoughts are part of me, but not at the same time. How I can see everything, yet be focussed on one thing at the same time? The way how I can do two or more things at once should be confusing, but it isn’t. The biggest mystery of all though, to me, is how come I managed to appear in this body at this time? The spiritual side of me. The observer. Not my feelings, body or mind, but the other side of me, the side that makes me complete, the side that holds all of me together. How did that get here? Where did it come from? My mind really wants to know this answer, my spirit really knows the answer, and a thought has just come to me when I wrote that. I’m here because I am. Simply that. I am.
So, I can be a legend. I can be a mystery. And I can be me.
Still worrying, but there you go!
I thought I’d write a quick post about a subject close to my heart today. Me. Just for a change!
Well, not me as such, but an event that happened this afternoon which highlights exactly what it is that I am writing about. That last sentence kind of makes sense and doesn’t at the same time. It will. I hope.
I am a firm believer in Cosmic Ordering and the Law of Attraction. I write about it at least two or three times a month (replace month with week or day if required.) I know how to order for things for myself, I know how to feel when I’m placing my order, and I know what can stop my order from being delivered to me.
Today, I did it wrong.
I placed an order when I was in the wrong state of mind. It was an order I place regularly, and receive just as regularly. It was an order for a parking space.
Driving around an overfull car park, with other drivers looking for a space and direct sunlight is not the best combination to start off with. Driving around an overfull car park, with other drivers, direct sunlight, and being in a hurry can tend to build up the stress levels. Being slightly stressed already (not overly stressed – need to keep calm and carry on) didn’t help the situation.
I was about twenty minutes late. I desperately needed a parking space. I sent an order for a parking space.
I looked down the right aisle, and another car pulled into a space.
I ordered again.
In the distance, another car was reversing into a space.
Another order, the car behind drove into a space.
I was feeling flustered, stressed, worried, and was doubting that I would ever get a space for myself.
I then realised what I was doing. I was sending the signals that I wanted to be flustered, stressed, worried. I said to myself “Right” very forthright. “Right!” Just like that. “Right! I will turn into this aisle, and will find a space”. Just as I did, two men were getting into a car. I waited for a second, and then pulled into the space myself – after the other car had driven off.
You may think ‘well, that was bound to happen, driving around a car park a space will turn up eventually’ and you are right. The ‘odd’ thing is that there were no other cars driving in that particular aisle – they were all over the rest of the car park, but not here. The two men who had got into the car hadn’t passed me when I was driving around the car park either.
Everything came together at that moment for me. As soon as I knew that I was asking for things to cause me the delay, they were there. When I sent a different signal, when I sung my different song (not literally – the whole town would have probably emptied if I’d have sung…) I received what I really wanted.
I was doubting myself. I was doubting the universe. I was doubting that I would ever find a parking space, so I didn’t. Spaces were appearing for other drivers, but not me, my doubt was keeping them from me.
I always talk about the coincidences I experience. Coincidence could be another way to explain me finding the space at exactly that time. Cosmic Ordering is creating our own coincidences for ourselves.
If you need proof – if you are a Doubting Thomas like I was, try it. You’ll never find a space with doubt, but you will when you know you will find one.
Oh no, it isn’t a good post, this one.
I’m posting to try and keep my routine as normal as possible, and to try to keep myself as positive too, but I’m worried.
Worrying is not a positive emotion. It is linked to fear in my mind, and that is not positive at all.
I’m worried because of a couple of personal family matters that I am trying to handle strongly and positively for everyone involved. They are worrying too, which is just adding fuel to the fire in this great big worry fest.
Luckily, we can all laugh. Laughter is a good way to stem the worrying, even for just a minute. But when I’m not laughing, I feel the undercurrents of worry returning. I think I have it under control, so that it doesn’t take over me (hence that I can post this about it, rather than ‘the it’ that is causing the worry) but this is now causing me to worry about the worry.
I think way to deeply at times. I think I need to. If I didn’t, I’d probably worry about that too.
I’m sorry, I wish that I could say more, but it is personal, really personal, and I can’t yet.
I told you it wasn’t a good post.
Oh, and apologies if you found my previous post offensive – it wasn’t meant to be, it was meant as a warning to be aware of things that go on everyday and there are some good things to counter-act it (I’ve just read it again and I thought it was offensive… so that is why I’m writing this now. I don’t want to worry about things that have been done as well. That said, I’m keeping the post in, as I said it for a reason, and this whole blog is a learning process for me…)
Bring on the laughter! Bring on the humour! Let’s have some light-hearted fun!
I really do like to feel good, only I have to say that I have felt a better side of good to what I am feeling right now…