Oh sure...it's easy for YOU to accept and understand...
First off...to all of you that were wondeing what had happened and if I was okay, I went on a little trip (1754 kms. to be exact) to attend to a few unfinished matters of no particular significance but required my presence all the same...stupid seat belt ticket...grrrr...stupid judge....grrr...stupid town...grrrr...
And yes, I am fine. In fact, I am exceptionally well and quite content especially when I reflect upon the ironies and coincidences of my little jaunt as well as knowing that I knew everything was going to happen this way months ago.
So there...
Now, what happened that caused some of you to be concerned was that I had vanished and was unable to be reached...tee hee...sorry, but that was part of the plan right from the get go.
Here is a quote from my friend Dave-O's recent review of the new Eric Bachmann (singer/songwriter from Crooked Fingers/Archers of Loaf) album, of who I am a huge fan of, by the way.
"Returning home from tour to no commonly-defined home...he made the best of the hospitable summer by setting up home and shop in his vehicle and found that living like a makeshift Siddhartha worked well for him...a self-imposed or unintentional isolation and the common search for, or escape from, some kind of sanctuary."
I made a little detour on the way from cowtown Monday night and went to pay a visit to my
favourite uncle for a few days of R&R and a crapload of golf.
Here's where things get funny...I sought solace from my past mistake and source of sadness and discontent in a place called Hanna (the ex's daughter's name...big source of sadness...) which happens to be the hometown of...Nickleback (BIG source of discontent...)
ahhh yes...that would be one of life's cruel little tricks of irony, I presume...sighhh...
It hit home when my uncle and I were on the first tee box, and as I was preparing to send one to the moon, he asked if I liked Hanna and did I know that Nickleback was from there.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
Yeah, there was a little muscle and a lot of FUCK YOU in that swing, I suppose...but in doing so, with one simple little swing, I had redirected my emotional energy and lo and behold, a beneficial and positive result.
And to drive an accurate long ball, you have to be loose and relaxed, well composed and balanced, and focused on a target. again with the metaphors, I know, but this one seems fitting.
323 yd. par 4...I hit the green and was putting for eagle.
Literally on the course as well as within myself. I was fine ...and that's when I lost it.
I couldn't even stand up I was laughing so hard. Tears rolling down my face, aching sides, the whole shebang. The whole realization that I was getting away by immersing myself in a constant reminder became this metaphysical thing that had me busting a gut, smiling and feeling deliciously warm inside. I could just walk away and laugh about everything.
And that's what my uncle and I did over 8 rounds of golf and 3 days. Went for a walk and laughed our asses off doing so.
I had found the reassurance I was looking for. It was inside me the whole time. I just hadn't stopped to look. And that's when I remembered the psychic and that I had the piece of paper with me somewhere in my car.
You see, my brother and I went to Edmonton and saw a psychic in June and during the reading she wrote down everything she saw on a blue piece of paper for me.
So, I went and found the paper and sat down to read over what she had seen and....HOLY HOLE IN A DOUGHNUT BATMAN!!!
She had written down 21 things...and NAILED every single one of them. Even the dates were right.
I mean EVERYTHING! Here's a brief checklist with corresponding results:
ending of relationship within 1 1/2 months with a third person involved...yep
sadness from myself being seen as anger or bitterness due to lack of understanding or consideration...yep
realization of it being a karmic event and that my guilt can be forgotten...yep
that I would be seeking reassurance afterwards...yep
my humanitarian, unselfish and altruistic beliefs would be justified and reinforced...yep
that in mid-August I was to acquire considerable wealth...yep
that I would be going overseas in the next 6 months...yep
being recognized by many for being sensitive and emphatic and able to help...yep
assisting in the design and building of alternative material low-cost shelters for third-world countries and for housing developments here in Saskatchewan...yep
a big event of much joy and positivity with those I love would happen on or around Aug.15 and it would be a time which reinforces acceptance of better things to come...yep
that I would be meeting someone with long blonde hair and whose name starts with "S" at this event...yep
and my doubt or heartache would be erased forever after what she had to tell me...yep
and that I would become deeper and more peaceful and more focused on what I was required to do...yep
So there you go. The next time I need to know what's going on or what to expect, I just have to go to Edmonton, have a sit down and then stop in to see my uncle for a couple of 4 hour walks and some laughs to mull over things and let them gel.
piece of cake...
And yes, I am fine. In fact, I am exceptionally well and quite content especially when I reflect upon the ironies and coincidences of my little jaunt as well as knowing that I knew everything was going to happen this way months ago.
So there...
Now, what happened that caused some of you to be concerned was that I had vanished and was unable to be reached...tee hee...sorry, but that was part of the plan right from the get go.
Here is a quote from my friend Dave-O's recent review of the new Eric Bachmann (singer/songwriter from Crooked Fingers/Archers of Loaf) album, of who I am a huge fan of, by the way.
"Returning home from tour to no commonly-defined home...he made the best of the hospitable summer by setting up home and shop in his vehicle and found that living like a makeshift Siddhartha worked well for him...a self-imposed or unintentional isolation and the common search for, or escape from, some kind of sanctuary."
I made a little detour on the way from cowtown Monday night and went to pay a visit to my
favourite uncle for a few days of R&R and a crapload of golf.
Here's where things get funny...I sought solace from my past mistake and source of sadness and discontent in a place called Hanna (the ex's daughter's name...big source of sadness...) which happens to be the hometown of...Nickleback (BIG source of discontent...)
ahhh yes...that would be one of life's cruel little tricks of irony, I presume...sighhh...
It hit home when my uncle and I were on the first tee box, and as I was preparing to send one to the moon, he asked if I liked Hanna and did I know that Nickleback was from there.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
Yeah, there was a little muscle and a lot of FUCK YOU in that swing, I suppose...but in doing so, with one simple little swing, I had redirected my emotional energy and lo and behold, a beneficial and positive result.
And to drive an accurate long ball, you have to be loose and relaxed, well composed and balanced, and focused on a target. again with the metaphors, I know, but this one seems fitting.
323 yd. par 4...I hit the green and was putting for eagle.
Literally on the course as well as within myself. I was fine ...and that's when I lost it.
I couldn't even stand up I was laughing so hard. Tears rolling down my face, aching sides, the whole shebang. The whole realization that I was getting away by immersing myself in a constant reminder became this metaphysical thing that had me busting a gut, smiling and feeling deliciously warm inside. I could just walk away and laugh about everything.
And that's what my uncle and I did over 8 rounds of golf and 3 days. Went for a walk and laughed our asses off doing so.
I had found the reassurance I was looking for. It was inside me the whole time. I just hadn't stopped to look. And that's when I remembered the psychic and that I had the piece of paper with me somewhere in my car.
You see, my brother and I went to Edmonton and saw a psychic in June and during the reading she wrote down everything she saw on a blue piece of paper for me.
So, I went and found the paper and sat down to read over what she had seen and....HOLY HOLE IN A DOUGHNUT BATMAN!!!
She had written down 21 things...and NAILED every single one of them. Even the dates were right.
I mean EVERYTHING! Here's a brief checklist with corresponding results:
ending of relationship within 1 1/2 months with a third person involved...yep
sadness from myself being seen as anger or bitterness due to lack of understanding or consideration...yep
realization of it being a karmic event and that my guilt can be forgotten...yep
that I would be seeking reassurance afterwards...yep
my humanitarian, unselfish and altruistic beliefs would be justified and reinforced...yep
that in mid-August I was to acquire considerable wealth...yep
that I would be going overseas in the next 6 months...yep
being recognized by many for being sensitive and emphatic and able to help...yep
assisting in the design and building of alternative material low-cost shelters for third-world countries and for housing developments here in Saskatchewan...yep
a big event of much joy and positivity with those I love would happen on or around Aug.15 and it would be a time which reinforces acceptance of better things to come...yep
that I would be meeting someone with long blonde hair and whose name starts with "S" at this event...yep
and my doubt or heartache would be erased forever after what she had to tell me...yep
and that I would become deeper and more peaceful and more focused on what I was required to do...yep
So there you go. The next time I need to know what's going on or what to expect, I just have to go to Edmonton, have a sit down and then stop in to see my uncle for a couple of 4 hour walks and some laughs to mull over things and let them gel.
piece of cake...
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Which psychic did you go to in Edmonton? (referred to in your August 25th post) If you can send it to me that would be great. Thanks! nikpik6618@hotmail.com
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