You didn’t know there was a meter? Any intuitive will tell you that navigating the outside world can be tricky. It demands not having your head in the clouds, or maybe “owning” one of those well-trained service dogs that can keep you on track.
If you’re a highly sensitive person, you might be easily distracted. “Yes,” you say, “but I’m a mystic. I’m thinking of lofty things. And besides, I forgot that I had to pay attention to the mundane, such as the layout of a room, or what belongings I carried with me.”
February 2016: This weekend I attended the AWP’s (Associated Writing Programs) yearly event. I have a Master’s degree in writing, which qualifies me to attend the AWP.
This was not only my first time at the yearly extravaganza. It was also a re-introduction for me to the bigger outside world. I shattered my right leg in September of 2015 (in 30 pieces according to my doctor) and my healing time is a year. Wheelchair time was about 3 months, but yay, I’m walking again. (As I re-edit this, we’re now 9 months or so into the Covid-19 quarantine. Quarantining may give you a first-hand sense of what it’s like not to go out when and where you want, or be around people. Except, I hope, your bones are all intact?)
Held in a different state every year, the AWP 2016 conference landed at the Los Angeles Convention Center. The heart of metropolitan LA for people who don’t live here. Los Angeles has a heart but it’s more…diffused. You need to carry it inside yourself. As a native of this city, and a beach person, I would’ve scoped out somewhere with less traffic and more ocean…if I’d been in charge, which I wasn’t.
The AWP features an array of panels, readings, famous writers, less famous writers, want-to-be writers…an overwhelmingly robust book fair with tables where people promote colleges and literary magazines, sell books, t-shirts, and best of all, hand out swag–my favorite of which was the light-saber pen offered by an online university called Regis. Grumpiest people staffed the Harvard and The Harvard Review tables.
I was dazzled to spend time with old friends, eat at the delicious Water Grill restaurant, and limp safely around the new downtown at night, something no native Angelina ever expected to do, the safety, not the limping.
Dazzled is a keyword for highly sensitive, intuitive types, don’t you think?
Now, the psychic/empath meter is made up and yet contains truth. When your head is in other worlds, multi-worlds, you can seem dreamy. Lose things. First, l lost my cell phone, the retrieval of which was a magical journey, complete with affirmations (“that which belongs to me readily comes back to me.”) sending out powerful vibrations, that somehow connected with good Samaritans and the phone’s uncanny return. That which belonged to me did come back to me!
Second night, some friends and I took our first cab, and in a rush to get away from the cab’s inexplicable yet odious stench, I left my walking cane behind. Could I get it back? The phone I could feel. But I wasn’t sure about the cane, and getting it back became an adventure, one which included a hotel staffer’s handshake which I only later realized was meant for me to slip money into. The affirmation to reclaim the cane: The cane returns at the exact right time. (Yes, it did! See below.)
Now, here’s an example of why goofy isn’t so bad if you do psychic work: Decades ago, at a rough spot in my life, I called a recommended but expensive psychic. She could barely answer her phone without dropping it and then fumbled to figure out how to shut off her answering machine. “Aha, I thought at the time, she’s the real deal.
What I thought: Another right-brained person. Great with the aethers, not so great with the mundane. But, I’ve since learned through my psychic studies, that there are ways to ground yourself so you’re good at both, but it takes extra care when you’re in crowds, especially crowds where people want to sell you something. That generates a vibration of its own.
When it comes to myself, I’d rather not be preoccupied, or disorganized, though I like being the real deal. Sometimes the real deal comes with a quirk or two, like “don’t forget to ground yourself. Look and see where your feet are and be there.” It’s all acceptance…at least if you want peace of mind. (Another key point)
How about you? Where do you stand on the goofy meter? Or the psychic/empath meter? Do you stay balanced yet perceptive? Are you a work in progress constantly learning to love yourself while meeting the strange provocations and innovations of the world?
[UPDATE] The cane has returned! Sonia from the Bonaventure called to say that the cane is now in her office. She complimented its cool silver and black design. Thank you to the Checker Cab driver for dropping it off. And to the world of positive affirmations for playing its invisible part.
