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?
I´m in Paraguay now on my first day here and I really like it. The people are wonderful and so is this fine Gran Hotel in the capital city, Asuncion. But first, I have a backlog of journal entries about Brazil which I need to turn into blogs. There´s a long one about my visit to the world famous waterfalls here, but I haven´t had much computer time since I spent most of Monday on the bus. Here´s a short one I wrote while still in Brazil at the Klein Hostel in Iguazu Falls:
Who in the world takes naps at the hostel in the afternoon? I do! The bunkroom is air-conditioned and empty while most guests are out cooking themselves in the crowd at Iguazu Falls. Besides, I cherish naps and have a good working agreement between me and my body.
But, there´s a big Brazilian family here which apparently views this hostel as a destination resort…as I obviously do. In addition to several sets of adults there are two lively children: a fourteen-year-old boy and a seven-year-old girl. From my sarong-shielded lower bunk I woke to sharp girlish screams; thrumming bass-note music; loud men´s voices and whatall else I do not know.
`Entropy has set in here!` groaned I, proud that such a thermodynamic term had suggested itself to my mind.
Entropy – Nature changes from order to disorder in isolated situations.
From that bunkbed, things sure sounded disordered. Hmmmm? Perhaps I could introduce order simply by appearing upon the scene… in the same way that the observer can often affect the observed situation. So I got up and staggered out. Sure enough, without my saying a word, the girl´s screams turned to laughter; the music quality changed, and the strident conversation ended. Order reappeared magically! This family is actually very nice and they have introduced me to a truly delicious new barbeque meat: Chicken hearts kabob! Ohmigosh! So delicious! You just skewer a bunch of chicken hearts (very cheap meat), salt lightly and put them on the grill.
This sort of entropy & observer-affective thinking has been spurred by the book I´m reading now: The Source Field Investigations by David Wilcock. Awfully good, as I believe I´ve mentioned before.
Here´s another observance from around the hostel pool: I´ve been watching two Brazilian girls and two Dutch girls in their early twenties lounging beside the pool. These four good-looking girls have almost-identical, perfect bikini bodies which they `wear` nonchalantly knowing that they look good from any angle. However, they all appear to be chain-smokers and beer drinkers, continuing to look like innocent models as they pull on cigarettes, long-necked bottles or beer cans.
I could have named this blog: Do You Want Your Beauty Early or Late? How many cool young women turn into hefty forty-year-olds with smoker´s cough? Somehow, that very nonchalance induces a supposed immunity to all thing unattractive. Their menfolk, even now, are thickening in the midsection as they pass around the beer cans. Yet, the youthful flirting goes on.
I remember wondering where all the Ukrainian beauties had gone to when I observed that country´s motherly class. Those young beauties were still there inside, morphed into their next stage of life. Next will come the babushka headscarf for the final twenty years. That was another continent, another culture, another time in my own life; but I´m still watching lovely girls live like there´s no tomorrow here in South America. Give the others forty or fifty years of healthy eating, smoke-free lungs and only an occasional beer around the pool on a hot day and they´ll show those girls a thing or two!
Abadiania, Brazil – Many posts ago, I promised to describe the experience central to being a visitor at the Center of the Healing Circle, established by the unique Spiritual Healing Medium, Joao Teixeira de Faria, known all over the world as John of God. Having been here for two months and on the verge of leaving to continue my travels, I have finally written this report:
This quote from The Miracle Man, The Life Story of Joao de Deus by Robert Pellegrino-Estrich, says it very succinctly:
`Joao Teixeira de Faria is arguably the most powerful medium alive at this time and must surely rank among the greatest of the past 2000 years. A medium is defined by the Oxford Dictionary as a person who is a spiritual intermediary between the living and the dead. Joao not only communicates with spirit, he incorporates the Spirit Entity. He is literally taken over by the spirit and in so doing, looses consciousness, waking a few hours later without any knowledge of his actions during the incorporation. Whilst in entity his body is used as a means of conducting physical surgery and seemingly miraculous healing of the sick by spirit entities who work through him.`
For 54 years now, John of God has been operating in the same pattern with the routines still used at the Casa today. In Abadiania, Brazil. On Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, he receives long lines of white-clothed people in morning and afternoon sessions, punctuated by a meal of soup and bread served to hundreds of attendees in a picnic shelter beside the soup kitchen. Anyone who doesn´t speak Portuguese must find a translator to write their brief explanation of why they have come – perhaps healing for themselves or someone else, spiritual growth or thanks for progress made. Many carry photographs of loved ones and some will undergo operations on another´s behalf.
The Main Hall opens on these days at 7:30 a.m. and mediums planning to sit in current enter the two bench-filled rooms where they go into deep meditation to supply the spiritual energy allowing Beings from an Upper Plane to approach the denser earth realm. By 8:00 a.m., the program starts in the central gathering hall. All seats are filled and a line usually stretches far out the door along the covered walkway. People of all ages, with visible and invisible ailments, patiently wait for their line to be called. Primera Vez is the line for first-timers. Segundo Vez line is for everyone who has been seen at least once, in person or by photograph; Operations Line handles those who have been told they will be operated on and Revision Line is where you go eight days after your operation for stitches removal. Everyone holds free, color-coded tickets surrendered at the door, so the Casa can keep count on the various procedures. This is not a rapid process and lines are not always called in the same order, from day to day. Everything waits upon the incorporation of the Entity into the body of the medium and this is done out of sight.
Meanwhile, on stage, bilingual assistants give inspirational talks about the history of the Casa and the protocols which must be followed by everyone receiving treatment. At least half of the success of any cure depends upon the patient´s cooperation, frequently requiring the complete change of a detrimental lifestyle. Everyone needs to develop a spiritual approach and to strengthen their own belief in God. If you attend the Casa for long, you will know these admonitions well while you patiently wait for your particular line to be called and then, to get moving.
At last, you will filter, single-file through two marvelously-quiet meditation current rooms until, at last, you are face to face with the Medium-in-Entity, John of God, who may have one of thirty-three spirits who use his body. Quite often, that will be St. Francis of Assisi or Saint Ignatius of Loyola.
When I first arrived at that large chair at the end of the room, my first impression was `He is sick!`because he appeared too large for his body and his eyes were a pale, radiant blue. I handed him the paper with my appeal: `Strength and continued health for this new around-the-world journey.` He handed me a paper with some squiggley lines and said Òperation`. My translator said it was to be that afternoon. The encounter had taken less than ten seconds, which is typical.
The squiggley writing turned out to be a prescription, so I picked up my bottles of herbal tablets and stood in the long line for vegetable soup, dispensed daily to all who attend. That afternoon, I joined the Operations Line. Suffice it to say, that everyone has ample opportunity to develop the virtue of patience while we sit or stand or lineup as a member of a very large crowd. People come from all over the world and bus in from remote parts of Brazil on trips lasting 24 or 36 hours.
At last, my operation line flowed over the same territory covered in the morning and I wondered what conditions might have been spotted in my auric field but not yet felt in my material body. I was happy to get this solved before symptoms appeared. We wound up in a room filled with church-pew benches. Eyes closed, feet on the floor (no crossing of arms or legs as this interrupts the current), I listened to the spiritual music playing softly in the room. Perhaps I felt light movement about my torso but it´s hard to say. Certainly nothing painful or resembling an operation in this world. After about forty minutes, I heard a man´s voice say something in Portuguese. Later, I learned that this was the Medium-In-Entity announcing to us: `You are all operated!`
We filed outside and waited in areas according to our language where a staff member filled us in about what we should do next: Taxi back to our dwelling and go directly to bed for 24 hours. Arrange for someone to bring us soup from the Casa or any food the next day during this important recuperation. We must eat no chilies, pepper, or hot food; no pork products and no alcohol. No sex, exercise, or lifting heavy objects for forty days. Indeed, I did feel tired and welcomed the uninterrupted bed rest.
My only clue as to the nature of my invisible operation was a distinct tenderness in my lower abdomen which completely cleared by the next day. I´ll never know what was done and why and I don´t particularly feel better now than before. But that´s because I always feel good. Later, I asked for an invisible operation on my eyes, which have needed corrective lenses for years. I still need my glasses now however, but have figured my problems were only due to mere aging and not disease. The Casa does not claim to be a fountain of youth.
Concerning what might have been done within my tummy, the translator could only speculate that it was a future ailment which will now never manifest. At least, it appears that my original request for a healthy, travel-filled life was perhaps adequately looked after.
Concerning my first impression that John of God must be sick, I later saw him outside of the Casa looking normal. When he passed close to me an electrical signal crackled between our two shoulders but that was the only clue that he was different from others. What I saw in line was the way he looks when the Entity is working in his stead.
I´m running behind in posting my blogs as this town has very few internet computers and I´ve had many other things needing my time. I wrote this future blog post ten days ago, on November 1st.
The easy part of explaining my past week at John of God´s Healing Casa, here in Abadiania, Brazil, is to suggest that you go to YouTube and read about it yourself. There, that´s done. Now you know!
But it´s hard to explain, or even understand, what´s going on with me. Have you ever heard the term, `Drunk with love for God?` Well, that´s me, and getting drunker all along. This place is the Real McCoy. Spirit here is so ever-present that no ceremonies, chants, or any other pose or rituals are needed to drum it up. Spiritual feelings are all around you, bringing to fullness that special resevoir behind the eyes where spirit dwells. It´s in the air we breathe and there´s soft lovelight and kindled eyes in everyone we meet.
I have come home! The spiritual spot on this planet where my little inner gyroscope no longer spins, begging me to move on again, perchance to find where I belong. I´ve only felt this once before … on a midnight train in Romania, of all places!
I´m still prodding this feeling, expecting to wake up and find it gone. But while I have it right here now, available, I want to get acquainted with its edges, perchance I´ll see some more of this elsewhere, or can drag a little with me when I finally tear myself away. For the present though, I´m not going anywhere, having up to five months to indulge myself in this spiritual paradise. However, I do need to cover more of South America and especially travel down the rest of the Andean Mountain Chain in Chile, so I may not be able to sacrifice doing that.
Last night, I quantified this. Did the bus from Brasilia, where I landed, have an accident and I not notice? This is as I imagine Death to be! Far, far, far away, on a slab of memory as two-dimensional as any book page, is the land I left behind just fourteen days ago. It appears to me white and misty. Far, far ahead are the lands I go to next and then a path and plans and plane tickets bought, to take me away around the world. That´s misty white, as well.
Nothing else exists but this small, twelve-square blocks or so of rural Brazilian village…sophisticated enough today to have brightly-painted, enormous tour buses, bringing guests from everywhere in the country for the national holiday, Day of the Dead. Well, Americans call it Halloween.
It´s as if a giant cookie-cutter has wedged down from the sky and cut a round shaped little town out and lifted it some many yards above the normal map-faced, rolled out dough. There´s a Hush up here and I am drawn to spend my free time in quiet, inner contemplation; alone in my little monk-cell-like pousada room. I´m just beginning to comprehend why monks and nuns love the life they lead. Trance comes easily, especially with the ultra-special music here, which I now hope to load into my empty little MP-3.
Friends come easily too, and I have many, many, many now. I make a hobby of admiring love-lit faces, even in the children, for goodness sakes! Nobody tries to make this happen. It just does, all by itself. We walk in dreamtime. John of God, the full-trance medium healer and founder of this place, somehow whenever I slide my thoughts to him, strikes me in memory as `not there,`so self-effaced is he. I see, instead, a great hole in dark blue sky, surrounded by a corona of silvery efforvescence. I realize that this is how a portal looks; a Stargate, through which Beings From Above pour in to heal the humans.
Joao de Deus (as they say in Brazil) is a full-trance medium through which thirty-three different entities might appear, one by one, manifesting in his real body while he `disappears`for the duration. These incorporating entities include St. Francis of Assisi, Saint Ignatius of Loyola, King Solomon, and many others. When the entity is in residence in John of God´s body, he looks different, as do his eyes. People line up and pass before him, spending only a few seconds before being told to do one of several things for their treatment. Hundreds come twice a day.
There are the facts and then, there are the feelings. I had stomach surgery the first day…invisible and painless, while sitting with the others who were getting oerations. I didn´t even know it was happening but in the subsequent 24-hours, I had to stay in bed, as everyone does, post surgery. I found that my whole lower abdomen was tender. My stitches will be removed tonight and something else will be done tomorrow in a session called Revision. All remote and painless. Apparently, hundreds, or even thousands (?) of spirit entities are present, helping all of us.
I´m so healthy, I never expected that operation, especially on my first day, but a staff member said I´d never really know what it accomplished….perhaps it was a future malady; now averted? I feel just great and have no residuals. I loved my 24-hour bedrest since I´m a lazy bum and liked that excuse. I take a prescription made of pasa flores (passion flowre) and drink blessed water; stay out of direct sunlight; drink no wine or alcohol, eat no chile peppers and no pork products for forty days. Piece of cake!
STARTING A NEW BUSINESS AS A SENIOR CITIZEN – BLOGGING ABOUT SOLO WORLD TRAVEL
This is Takeoff Day and, as always, I’m a little nervous and am filled with wonder and suspense as to how the trip will turn out. Though this blog is to be, primarily, about around the world travel, I’m speaking right now about launching out into the Blogosphere and learning to fly right here in public. One good thing is that I didn’t need shots; I have no luggage; and no costly airline tickets leading to long waits in lines, crying babies and carry-on snacks. Plus, this blog flies me everywhere at once, while I sit here at home. Neat! Your living room is my parallel universe. So are your thoughts. Let’s explore each other’s lives!