be peace. And . . . that's why I live on a mountaintop in Washington, 70 miles from a stoplight, a mile off any beaten path. I know that's true. I rest assured of it as I sit myself down in Peace. I have 20 acres of an ever peaceful country, my own.
If we all sat down, all at once and declared peace, there would
be peace. And . . . that's why I live on a mountaintop in Washington, 70 miles from a stoplight, a mile off any beaten path. I know that's true. I rest assured of it as I sit myself down in Peace. I have 20 acres of an ever peaceful country, my own.
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A woman told me she was finding pennies, finding messages from heaven, magically dropped for her by the angels. I told her, tossing a penny, that I intentionally dropped pennies, I dropped them for the angels. That blew her right out any water she thought real. I really didn't mean to do that. AND just for the record, the miracle is not in money falling from heaven, it's in your noticing the coin . . . it's in the "angels" callin' your attention to it . . . pennies dropping from heaven isn't real or I'd be doin' the nickel rain dance right this very minute, AND smilin', I'd be holdin' a golf umbrella over me callin' that lightenin' in. Try it, remember all the pennies from heaven the next time you walk out of a store with a penny, make your own wish and drop it . . . help out the angels . . . know you just made a tiny miracle in someone's life. Trust me, push yourself to an edge, make a really big wish and drop yourself a dime! Spent a lot of hours last night and this morning running through options . . . running through possibilities, probabilities, it's all confusing even when it's not. People think I'm kidding when I say I'm a muse, I'm absolutely not kidding, not even one iota. The universe will send what I need, it's a rule. Of course that rule doesn't look like a rule to anyone watching me decide that living with nothing is just as easy as living with everything. It's all a mindset. I had so much fun figuring out how to live with no money, I even learned to garden, to can corn . . . laughed at that one, spent hours pickin', shuckin', cuttin' it off the cob . . . I looked at my Washington friend and said, "wow, I see how grocery stores happened . . . at my former bill rate, that one jar of corn cost me $180." It was true. And I still want to grow all my own food, it's such a better idea. You can actually know what you're eating. It's almost late . . . I miss my stars. There are no stars here in the city. If I hike half a block, there's a Christmas tree with the most amazing blue lights, they're perfect. I almost stole one today, was going to replace it with a white one from my son's tree. I just knew I'd be on some spy camera and they wouldn't understand that I just needed that one light bulb, that I thought it was a good trade because there were other white lights on the tree and they followed no pattern, nobody would notice . . . the city life is so not for me. A lot of people think I'm irresponsible, that I never finish anything I start, that I'm borderline lazy, half crazy . . . all of that could be considered, at least by appearances, true . . . that's been the toughest part of this walk, to watch them think that. It's been difficult partly because they didn't question my responsibility when I worked 60 hour weeks, swallowed Lorazepam like candy everyday and put away a bottle of wine a night . . . |
About Janet:Janet DeLong, PhD, is a philosophical writer. She'd tell you that is by default, we know it's by design. While her perceptions are not always comfortable, they are always Categories
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