Rarely does life give us a peek at the 1-2-3 nature of the unfolding of a new stage of our existence; as mine is, apparently, providing me with now. Most often, life just oozes along with one setup leading undramatically into the next. I’m sure I wouldn’t have recognized the scene, either, if I hadn’t re-read a favorite book by Michael Newton, PhD, called Journey Of Souls, first published in 1995. Now, I must find his sequel, Destiny Of Souls and continue this comparison.
Solo world travel has been my identity for all of the past decade. I did have periods at home in Florida, and even some long-term responsibilities, while caretaking for my son; but the unfinished work of circling the globe almost never left the front burner. I was either writing about it or doing it.
I can’t call it over yet, obviously; but at least there has been a space of time, recently, when I haven’t merely considered myself simply home to repack suitcases. Now, I find myself deliberately postponing plans for another departure for about three years to allow myself time to morph into the Proper Age.
This is new! Previously, my philosophy has always been “to get out there while I still can!”
Okay, the book! How does that fit in? Michael Newton is a ground-breaking Past Life Regression Hypnotherapist and his subjects reveal the way it is on the Other Side, while preparing to enter a new body for a new life.
I just so happen to be preparing for my own past-life regression therapy next Tuesday, with a new Santa Fe friend, Jen Klarfeld, who has assigned some homework to get me into the proper mental framework. So, all thinking and reading is being done along those lines. Most people go into these therapies to identify aches and illnesses; to understand powerful human relationships affecting them; or to figure out why they entered this life in the first place. What is their overall purpose?
I have been fascinated with the careful planning, which all of us go through in the pre-life state; and the gentle anticipation that all souls have as they approach the inevitable moment of departure when they initiate that new and uncertain journey down here to Earth, a place of potential hardship, danger, adventure and joy. But, a place of exquisite advancement, as well.
Was it my pre-life agreement to circle the globe three times? I seem to have always had that plan in mind and now that the first two rings have been drawn… one in each direction….. you’d think I’d hurry to get the last one completed so that I could quit, for goodness sakes!
But no, it was always off in the future somewhere.
However, the arrival of 2015 has been my signal to initiate the early design process. Because, suddenly, I have the maps out again! I have a PLAN! And a THEME! Feels like pre-life planning, alright, and maybe that will be confirmed in next week’s regression.
I gain strength and optimistic hope from the fact that my body feels as young as ever. That leads to the natural conclusion that this good fortune will hold all the way to my 80th Birthday and well beyond. Which leads me to conclude that I could become a powerful voice countering the current thinking about Ageism, especially at a time when elderly minds and bodies are ravaged by somewhat unidentified robbers of mental acuity. Even bodies spared the intelligence vacuum are often left feeble and incapacitated in their latter decades.
What if I can win the lottery? After all, at 77 and counting, I’m still fully capable of non-stop, aggressive travel, planned and completely managed by my own self.
I do believe I shall take a chance and throw all my eggs into the big Hot Air Balloon Basket of “Around The World In 80 Years!” Let’s see what we can make of that!
So, visualizing this audacious idea from the far shore, is like putting together a new life on earth. I can take early steps to recruit key people to assist me. I can make the travel effort count by selling the plan to television reality show producers; by locating other Seventy and Eighty-year-old seniors, who refuse to fit the current, expected mold, to join me in showing the way.
I can beat the drum to enhance this ridiculously silly Audacious Octogenarianism idea and make people curious enough to want to watch and see how, (and if), we can pull it off.
I have a few years to fashion and mold this weird idea into something tangible. And then, just like Dr. Newton’s pre-life souls, I’ll fly into that strong little, keep-on-keepin’-on, body of mine and set out to be somewhere in Darkest Africa, humming “On the road again!”, to celebrate the Big 80th Birthday; before setting out to slog along some more, going all the way around the waistline of the world.
Tell me? Would you watch such a show? Week after week? To see where in the world is Waldo, now? Of course you would!
July 25, 2012 – January 25, 2013
Has it already been a half-a-year since I flew to San Francisco from Florida to attend a Travel Writer’s Conference and then to Sydney, Australia? And it was nine-months before that when I flew to Brasilia, Brazil, to spend four months hostelling around a large chunk of South America. And another four months traveling down the Andes between Colombia to Chile. Any way we look at it, I’ve been on the road for a long time now; poking about in the Southern Hemisphere.
Something strange has happened! It all feels so normal now that I’m having trouble quantifying my experiences with the old ““Gee whiz, would you look at this!” attitude so necessary to a travel writer or a blogger. I change countries, cities, residences, bunk beds…. so frequently; and I get so instantly absorbed in my new surroundings that I have no time to contemplate as an outsider anymore. I’m neither Outsider, nor Insider, but am easily both.
I form instant and important friendships with some wonderful people and we run parallel for a few weeks. Then, I float away on a bus or a plane or a boat or a train. I can’t, or don’t, write about the time that I spent with them; because so often I have been privvy to some of their life-changing moments. Maybe I’ve helped a little by being a stand-in Mama or Counsellor but there’s no writing to be done while I’m looking at life through someone else’s eyes.
Then, there’s the fact that New Zealand, where I’ve been since mid-December, is so like the United States, that I take a lot of it for granted. Everyone is so friendly; the towns are so clean and beautiful and the countryside is spectacular. I love it in the North Island and am looking forward to the alpine scenery of New Zealand’s South Island, which I am heading for in my slow and rambling way.
It now occurs to me that, without planning to, I’ll be touching down upon the four southernmost points on the face of the Earth, lands which are closest to the South Pole.
It started when I visited Ushuaia, Argentina, the tiny town at the tip end of the Andean spinal column of South America, which is the nearest of the four, to Antarctica. Now, I will go all the way to Stewart Island, New Zealand; then, Tasmania, Australia; and finally, Capetown, South Africa.
I may try to wrap these purposes together in a “To The Ends of The Earth Book Tour” to promote the three books I have on Amazon.com. It’s a brand new idea for me and I’m trying to think originally while there is still time to set something up.
Because that, in itself, would get me out of my complacency that everything is just as normal as can be and what is there to write about?
TRAVELING THE WORLD ON SOCIAL SECURITY!
The big secret is that boomers are already chucking everything and taking off for parts unknown. The trouble is, that their voices haven’t been heard yet. Every now and then, I see a little article about….usually a couple…..who have sold everything and are now sailing, hiking, RVing, ex-patting….etc., somewhere else in the world. Usually, they retired early, maybe in their fifties, and have never looked back. Because it’s still ahead for them, they can’t, categorically state that it’s possible to do this only on their social security check, like I can, but it still seems like awfully good news that this sort of life might await you when you get your gold watch.
Tell you what! Let’s make this blogsite a forum for your stories! Are you already out there, doing this, in some form or another? Write in and tell us about it! Link up to this site! To be true to our Theme, you need to be traveling or living away from home, somehow, on a retirement budget….but, that can even be a big stash, if that’s all you’ve got. Or, are you planning something audacious along this line, once they cut you loose? Let’s hear from The Boomers themselves, on this subject!
Do you know that I’ve never heard anyone (till me) speak directly to this famous entity, known as the Baby Boomers? I’ve only heard things spoken about them. Plus, I’ve never heard the voice of The Boomers, either. Well, we can change all that. Let’s hear from you!
Disclaimer #1: I’m not a Baby Boomer! I’m too old. At 70.5, I was born eight years before the youngest of them. But, that’s the whole point. I’ve been drawing Social Security for five years now, going out there way more than once and testing this theory, again and again, in the quirky places of the world…..and I’m here to tell you that it can be done. Easily! And, I’m going to go around again at age seventy-one to prove it another time……and then, God-willing and the creek don’t rise…….again at 73, 75, ……ad infinitum!
Disclaimer #2: I do get a pretty fat Social Security check because it’s my deceased ex-husband’s, and he was a doctor. So, maybe it’s stretching it a little bit to claim that everyone can do this on their SS, but it’s an absolutely true statement for me, and a pretty good gimmick, don’t you think? But, others who really want to live this way might have stocks, houses, cars to sell; and I don’t. So, it comes out even in the end.
I plan to still be traveling around the world way into my eighties! So can you!