DOES HOW OLD YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE REALLY COUNT? NOT SO MUCH!
Almost a year ago, I published this blog post and it bears repeating…… especially since I have, only recently, become a huge fan of an Entity called Abraham-Hicks, through a DVD that I borrowed from The Celebration, a non-denominational worship service that I’m attending here in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Abraham channels through Esther Hicks and is certainly worth looking up on YouTube and checking out. This collective Entity on The Other Side reminds us of who we really are and what we have come to Earth to accomplish. I urge you to check out this Wisdom, as it is spot on!
Basically, Abraham’s Teachings remind us to always concentrate on The Positive aspects in our life and not to see anything in the negative. Just always being Positive, brings us into a Creational Vortex that’s always longing to reward us with what we need and ask for; but cannot do so if we complain about our current situation. Woops, after listening to this DVD, I realized that I was, in the previous blog, complaining about the beautiful sunlight and the fact that I was finally getting the long-needed eye surgery that will help me to see better. That’s sort of outside of the vortex that I need to be within. So, I’ll leave the evidence in the last post right here for all to see, and then, reprint this attitude about my life, which I think might be on the more positive side of things.
If what is really bugging me is that I am now becoming restless, and am eager to begin traveling again; well why not simply say so, and not fuss about what is currently my excuse for not sticking to business and writing more frequent blogs. Hey, it is what it is! Now, here’s the reprinted blog post. As true today as it was a year ago:
“Age Schmage,….Money Schmoney” was a book title I thought of a long time ago and never used. It doesn’t exactly explain itself, does it? And that’s the beauty of a title. Make it so intriguing that you lure the reader in and make him pick up your slim volume or keep reading on into your article. Or, increasingly in this day and age, your advertisement.
But, the reason I wanted to use that particular attitude in an autobiographical way, was that it does “Say it like it is” in justifying my particular lifestyle. And no, I’m not Jewish, but I love that succinct way of getting the point across with a dismissive flair of the hand or a telling facial expression. And the older I get….. and also, the poorer I get, if that were the case….is even more reason to carry such a happy-go-lucky attitude.
Here I am, less than a month before my 78th birthday, and I feel this truth more than ever. What does age have to do with it? Well, everything and nothing! You see, I’m weird. I’m a constant world-wanderer: always either on a long trip or planning one. I’m also weird because I talk constantly, internally, to The Holy Spirit (actually, I interview Him) and then I write books and blogs about it. See: www.insecretdiffusion.com.
Old Age has always been a universal basket to explain away odd behavior in an elderly person. Wandering away from home is another common appellation, dug up from that accusatory mindset. The thing is, I do wander away from home and then, write about my international adventures in books and blogs. There’s, obviously, no irresponsibility or Little Old Lady Leanings in any of them.
So, AGE is not causing this “Craziness!” Hence, the Age Schmage dismissal! In fact, the very act of constantly getting older, and yet, remaining the same, becomes a more and more rarified quality. I love to watch the eyebrows go up, when I mention that ever-changing factoid about myself.
And what about MONEY? Many people automatically assume that I must be rich, to be able to afford airfare and all my international expenses; to just be able to pack up and go, where and when I wish on the globe. But, that’s not so! I live on my Social Security alone and I live cheap, compared to most people. I’m a hosteller. I own only what fits inside of my two suitcases…..plus, some writing materials stored in the States.
I begin where most people hope they never wind up: HOMELESS! But, this is the true face of freedom!
You can’t have it all and these are choices I have made: No house. No car. No stuff No pets. My accumulation lies within my journal’s memories, filled with reports of adventures and friends collected along the way. I’m happy…..and my regular social security income helps me to stay that way….but is not the cause of it. I watch it carefully and don’t require too much of it…simply regular dole-outs from foreign ATMs. Plus, payments on a credit card used to charge online air purchases. Debit cards don’t work in that case.
And now, with shaky things predicted to be around the corner concerning our national economic future, I’m trying to get ahead of the curve. And, guess what? Lo and behold, I’m already practicing many recommended tactics: Such as:
“Get out of Dodge, while yet you can! Find a nice, inexpensive but beautiful, retirement land where the healthcare is good and the costs are not so high! Apply for a second passport to increase your options!”
Well, I’ve spent this past enjoying life in Uruguay, Peru and Ecuador, all of which fill that bill nicely and are on everyone’s advisory lists. Soon, I’ll check out Central American countries; also excellent candidates for living the good life without some of the homeland downsides; even concerning weather. Right now, I’m housesitting in New Mexico, which is a very win-win situation.
“Move your money into inflationary-free investments! Build a second income stream!”
I’m studying on that right now. And overseas is where the fingers point. All of a sudden, my journalistic, writerly qualities can turn investigative, because I’m on the cutting edge without even trying to be. I’m planning to attend another International Living Conference in Denver in September so that I can experience a global changing scene in a very “waterbugish” way, with Travel Writing and photography. I keep wanting to post my excellent photographs on money-making, perpetual-stream, photostock sites to generate a safety net, just in case social security gets downsized, someday. That’s been a long-term goal of mine. Maybe it will finally go beyond the talking stages.
Because nothing holds me down, it doesn’t harm me or dictate my life. I can shift on a whim and respond to the moment; just like a waterbug can, because it never breaks the surface tension. But, I’m also free to settle down with the right person, or in the right place, if I should choose to. How’s that for having choices? Shady or sunny? Mountains or Beachfront? Perpetual springtime, if I like!
Now do you see how the terms: “Age Schmage! Money Schmoney!” might just say it succinctly? And, a lot more positively than grousing about “too much light in my life!” Both terms have nothing and everything to do with me. That title was probably invented by some ancient Sage……unless, it was me, since I’ve never heard it before.
It’s not referring to your years or to your cash flow. It’s speaking of Freedom!
This photo was taken August 7, 2014, when I was one of the speakers at the monthly Writer’s In Transition public meeting. I read from my movie script for an animated children’s film called The Candlewick Question, about an alternate waxen universe, where the candle population believes that their wick is simply for making hairdos. The movie deals with the existential question: What is the purpose of the soul?
Blogging suffers when I stay still and I vow to make great efforts in the future to improve my frequency and to add a post more than once a month, starting right now! Perhaps you don’t realize that I have another website, www.insecretdiffusion.com, which does a little bit better, but which I also intend to speed up. My mid-year resolutions!
Just now, I’m suffering from too much light in my life and I can’t see very well, so tend not to write as much. These days, I simply can’t escape from the relentless New Mexican summer sunshine because I’m still housesitting within this lovely, modern, window-filled, Santa Fe house. At the moment, I’m wearing polarized sunglasses inside and out; and wishing for a non-existent, darkened room to work and sleep in. A shady place to live in.
I’ve always been a bit light-sensitive and recent opthalmological appointments have now exaggerated that, making me long for the frequent rainy days that are hitting this State uncharacteristically this summer. I had cataract-removal surgery on my right eye ten days ago and will have the left eye done next month. In the process, I sought to learn the cause of my crossing left eye – Strabismus – with the hope that during the next operation, they could simply tighten up my loosened muscle.
However, an hour’s drive to Albuquerque to see a specialist revealed that I’m a strange duck indeed! Dr. Chan had never seen anything like me. There’s no common medical description and she intends to consult with a famous Boston specialist, her mentor, to see if anything is known about such eyes as mine. I should have expected this, as every eye doctor I have asked, at home or abroad, has simply shaken their head in puzzlement.
As best I can understand from Dr. Chan’s description: both of my eyes see 20/20 and the cataract-removal will improve even that. But, when I track my eyeballs to either side (you know, follow the Popsicle stick to the extreme in the eye test) then, my eyeballs disappear into my skull farther than they ever should. I don’t think they should, at all, and don’t for most humans, but mine do. The left more than the right. This is, apparently, unheard of. In addition, these billiard balls of mine do a little twist as well. Weird!
I tend to see double, although my brain sorts it out pretty well and I can drive just fine. Though if I’m tired, I’ll wear an eye patch. However, that’s another reason that I’m ready to leave the United States again. One can’t survive without a car here; but I never need one in any of the countries I travel to. It’s time for me to stop driving, especially in a spot where the sunshine is so relentlessly penetrating. New Mexico is blessed with it all year-round and these short pinion pines are not very shady. Where, oh where, is a shady land with my name on it? Guess that’s to be the theme of my new world-embracing search!
I think the light-sensitivity might be temporary as I’m adjusting to the absence of my cataracts. Hope so! And, like I say, the sight is great out of one eye at a time, but not always together. I catch myself squinting a lot. There are many cross-eyed people in the world. I wonder why this doesn’t fall into that category? Do they have surgeries to fix that? I didn’t ask. But, fortunately, I don’t look cross-eyed, or really any different than usual. Only me and my eye-doctor know for sure.
When I got home that day, I reported this surprising news to my neighbor, Barbara, who had a profound interpretation!
“Well, you must be a rabbit then! They can swivel their eyes to see behind so predators can’t sneak up on them!”
Well, there it is! That’s why I can skim along, alone, all over the world and nothing bad ever happens to me!
I think I’ll keep this unique skill after all!