I am so excited to do a new Cosmic Collisions post for you. I call this tale Classic Collisions because it is representative of why I started litebeing chronicles over 10 years ago. I wanted to showcase the magic and wonder of being on this plane, where the whimsical and mystical can intertwine with everyday, mundane 3D life.
Yesterday was a day of errands interwoven with packing. I just keep pushing and relaxing ; juggle this, balance that. In just a few days I will be at my future home. The weather has been brutally hot, which makes everything slower and more intense. I spent some time shopping at a hobbies/framing store and an eyeglasses store. I have put off these tasks for months, having no idea how arduous they could be. Time was captured in quicksand and I felt my impatience skyrocketing. I was not having a good day. So off to lunch, I exclaimed in my head.
I went to Cracker Barrell, craving routine and decent breakfast food. I know this location has declined in quality, but this was surreal. I was seated in a room with very little AC and it was close to 100 degrees outside. The music was blasting, it was extremely hot, and no one was paying attention to me to take my order. I was ravenous and I lost my cool ( pun intended). After returning from the bathroom where I found cigarette ashes on the toilet paper in my stall, I pulled a Karen and complained to the manager. Actually I was a Karen long before it was a thing lol! I was moved to a cooler room and the manager handled my order. The food was overcooked and underwhelming but I ate it anyway. As I waited for my check, a server came by to ask if I needed anything. I asked for the check. She returned shortly and said my meal was being comped due to my poor experience. I told her to thank him and started explaining my bad behavior ( a nasty habit). I then exclaimed ” I’m glad I was moved to another room, but what about the other patrons? It is not okay to sit people there. Why was this happening? ” She replied ” You were just advocating. ” I thought to myself ” That’s a word I always use, I am surprised this young woman is using it. ” I forget how it happened but I mentioned that I am a therapist. She replied ” So am I! ” Then I asked ” Why are you working here ? ” She sat down at my table and we chatted for over a half hour. ” She just completed her Master’s degree in psychology and will be starting a Psy D . program. We spoke about the profession and she said she is looking for a therapy job so she can get her license. I gave her some advice and shared some resources. A thought popped into my head that perhaps we could help her at my practice so I asked for her contact info. I was so struck by her energy and told her so. She was beaming with light and she radiated kindness. She said she hears that a lot. Our exchange felt a little like a James moment, where I was led to meet with someone otherworldly for some divine purpose. I have no idea how she was able to sit down and talk with me so long in the middle of her shift and when I asked about it, she said it was fine. I was amazed how quickly my own frequency shifted and my day went from yuck to awesome.
I returned to the mall and bought a great handbag that was over half off, made of real leather to replace a very cheap one that was actually shedding. Then off to Whole Foods to buy supplements and a few other items before resuming my moving activities. Once at my car and noticed a huge bee sitting on my right hand. I let out a shriek and drove home. My hand was hurting so I assumed I was stung although I did not feel a sting. My body started acting oddly so I went to Urgent Care. Not on my to-do list, but what is these days? I found it interesting that the name of the medical tech was the same as that of the server, Desiree. Desiree is of French origin and means to be desired, or wished. Apparently the internet says that being visited by a bee is positive. I have a phobia about bees and have never been stung before. Today my hand still hurts but I don’t see any swelling yet.
After some reflection, I wondered how my day could change multiple times from bad to great to scary. I thought how I would not have met that server if I stayed in the hot room. I also wondered how or why would this big bee find me in the middle of a mall parking lot? There were no flowers in sight! Then I considered that all experiences are neutral and we give them meaning. What do you think?
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