I am annoyed.
- “why? Why are you annoyed now?”
because I don’t know how to talk anymore…
- “well, you just talked, so, what’s up?”
many things I want to say have a bit of a negative side to it because it is a part of the story… and don’t tell me “what’s up” like that… It feels like you are screaming at me, so, I am going to scream back, ok?!
-“whoa touchy feely. Apologies, I just wanted to hear why you are annoyed and the word “annoyed” annoys me.”
My head is a jungle. Yes, it is a sentence from a song- but hey, such I feel. I have a caricature image in my head seeing myself running after my dreams, and as I stop for just one second to think about what I am doing because I am literally running after a bundle of fluffy strings and bubbles of condensed thoughts- they start running after me.
- “wait, what? Hey. It makes no sense.”
Get used to it.
I am telling people that the sky is going to be pink in a hundred years. why? I figured a hundred is just the right number of years to accumulate a critical mass to tip the color from blue to pink if I start right away. So I started a while back, and now I see I am not alone in the theory of changing molecules instantly. We are all connected. And now, I am not sure that it was my idea at all. Ay.
I think the masters of the universal collective thought the same thing about the age of Aquarius- a hundred years, more or less, to drip consciousness for critical tipping point, and the mission, like many missions outside of the movie theater- failed.
- “really?”
No. but it was fun to say it- and it is just half the truth because the other half succeeded.
The half that succeeded knows that there is half failed. And the half failed doesn’t recognize the succession nor their own failing.
- “What are you talking about?”
I am talking about
I was looking for service platforms to advertise what I am doing because I was suspended by google. I made a mistake by giving the new platform a search keyword “kundalini”. Now, if you read my stuff, you already know that I live somewhere between lala and ahha land. Lala is known but ahha is a land of discovery. Ah ha- like that. I live there. Of course, I don’t know anything about the regulations of the new world or the old one.
I didn’t realize that to teach something about kundalini you need a certificate. As usual, I created my own curved path and I had to erase the word kundalini and insert ‘light body movement’ instead. I still needed to show credentials, so I uploaded some of my certificates. Annoying.
To upload my cert, I needed to choose my skill from a dropdown. You know how when you need to choose a country in a slot and a scroll of a dropdown opens? Like that. A choice of dropdown opened, and so did my eyes. At first, I thought there is at least 300 skills to choose from- but for the sake of this page I went back to count them. There were over a thousand skills. Where was I and what happened to the world while I was there?
At first, I was, you guessed, annoyed. Because here are some of the skills choices:
Urban zen integrative therapy (because it is a thing)
Yoga therapist
iRest yoga (because it’s an i)
fasting
handstand coach (because it is not gymnastics)
mandala art
And I counted 27 different yoga practices names, and another 29 different meditations names. To all those and many more, you need a certificate. Yes, for mandala art too.
Now because there is no you and me any longer and I am committed- I stopped to think. What really annoys me?
So, I am going to talk about what I love first: the variety is unbelievable. I am so impressed. So much to choose from. Everything that was ever buried is out and up to the surface. Incredible. I love it.
But then. Something doesn’t fit, and something didn’t click with me.
I think I am going to open a school and teach finger moving, not mudras, finger moving. Why not? Don’t you want a cert to know how to move your fingers? Soon, I am sure you will need it. You think I am exaggerating? You will need to show a certificate before you bake bread at home! Why? So you will not waste the precious flour and water that soon will have a ring of scarcity around it. Scarcity is the trend being pushed for payment to the institutush, and the institush is the all seeing i on your phone. And the way to justify it is to prove you’re ignorant.
Because if you fall for the fact that there is a finger doctor because you can’t see that your nails are connected to your heart- “they” have succeeded.
In the dropdown, I wanted to choose “other” because it is always the perfect choice for me. Religion? Other. Ethnicity? Other. Education? Other. To say, hey, it is accumulative knowledge as if under my belt and in my pocket from my previous lifetimes and beyond, and with all those certificates choices- you should know. But they didn’t have “other” as a choice. Annoyed.
Even in the alternative, which is supposed to and will be mainstream sooner than you think- you are bind by the law of the market institush. But not only that, the variety is a trap to include any niche possible to pay the dues and not leave something for improvising- imagination. Which is by the way, another avenue of manipulation because any teacher of spiritual knowledge doesn’t need a certificate.
No, hold on- I’ll fly to Andromeda and get a stamp from my archangel friend. Or maybe my Pleiades friend will woo you like it did the priest. Or maybe, I’ll fly on my dragon to the sea to take a picture with a talking dolphin! I better wake up my rabbi grandfather from the dead.
We are living in a time that knowledge is open- The sacred knowledge of the Tibetans and many more is out in the open for everyone. And it is beautiful if you go and learn from someone that practiced or lived longer to know and explain the way – and the variety of ways is amazing. But from here until the need to show proof? Maybe you need to prove that you have any authority to ask for it? Who are you anyway? What you doing on our planet institush? Kisht.
So ,we rock the boat and sing a song about the fall of Babylonia- we never agreed, and we never complied. And we are changing it to pink!
Was that negative enough?
- “no, not really, I think you’re good. But if I may insert a comment…, just pluck the edge… if you take the exclamation point out- it will sound less fierce…gentle…maybe even good energy…most people think like you, I know I do.”
you are so nice, yes, you’re right.
- “and maybe talk about what you want to see and not what you are annoyed by?”
don’t push it, mister beambo, ok, yes, maybe next time.
So, when a friend of mine called me today and told me that she decided to live in a tent in the backyard of another friend, I thought it was a great idea! Anything out of the ordinary mindset box is perfect. And now, as I am looking for an auditorium to continue my retreats in the winter, instead of building a roof I am buying a tent. Just in case I have to escape Las So- Dom.
- “what’s with the Las So-Dom”
Oh, I don’t know, it sounded good in my head, like the lasso dom… or the las Sodom, or the So Dolas, and the M added itself later. I am not so sure now. Here, have a flower and erase las Sodom from your mind…