Fuzzy Timelines

 

Today is October 7th. I have lived here for two months now. My birthday will be here in less than one month. I often write about the speed of time but now I typically  experience it moving at lightening speed. Most  days I cannot track how morning became night.

 

 

The time seems ripe to revisit some of the discoveries made while sorting out what was hiding in bags of letters and cards. Back here I blogged about the sorting out process. I was not ready to share some of my discoveries. This seems like the right time. So off I go to the proverbial races, unpacking some important material. All of it was surprising but for entirely different reasons.

 

The letter 

I eventually read the letter from my dad for my Sixteenth birthday. I did read it back then and maybe once or twice thereafter. I have very few things from my father. A couple photos, cards and this letter. This may shock some, but I could not think of one item I wanted after my dad died. I took nothing of his back to my house. Nothing appealed to me. After all this time, he is still a trigger. This is why reading the letter says a lot about my growth. I wanted to read it with fresh eyes. After finishing it. I put it back in the envelope and into one of the many manila folders used to move mementos to my new living space. I have no idea where it is now.

I was struck by what he noticed about me. He liked that I stood up for my principles and cared about the rights of others. He said he respected this even when he disagreed with me. I don’t recall him ever saying this to me. In fact, I usually felt disregarded and marginalized by him. It was cool to see that this trait of mine was evident as a young person. He was not a demonstrative person but had a truly gifted way with the written word. As a Gemini sun, he was witty, sharp, and incredibly eloquent. While my mom could be emotionally nurturing and was very emotionally expressive, she is not a writer. It was incredible to see all the details he shared about my birth and my mother’s pregnancy. Why he needed to relive history is beyond me, but both my parents liked to talk about the day of my birth. I think they were hoping for this perfect baby that would make them whole, but alas I arrived!  It is also noteworthy that my dad described all the milestones he hoped to witness after age 16. He wrote about high school graduation, college graduation, marriage, and children. I do not think career was ever mentioned at all. Funny how I did not manifest some of these milestones that are so traditionally female. While he encourage me about my career, I think he expected his daughters to be wives and mothers first. As a sixteen year old reading this letter, most of these observations would have been lost on me. I am glad I took the risk to see what he had to say. Sometimes his letters to me would contain cruel remarks. This one was caring and tender.

 

 

Robert’s CD 

I doubt I actually posted about any of Robert’s  psychic readings but he is mentioned on the Blog Story page. While I discarded all of my cassette tapes, I planned on keeping all the CDs. It seems like a few CDs were discarded erroneously because I only have one reading from Robert. It also appears that any astrology readings that were done for me have also been tossed. In any case, I purged in a big way and decided that most of my history is encoded within. I was excited to see what was included in this reading from 2010. He passed not long after that, but I didn’t know that then. I was stunned to hear a theme delivered twice within the same reading. At that time I negated it, thinking it was beyond ridiculous. He began by saying something along the lines of ” I know you are about as religious as I am, but I see you hanging out at a synagogue. This I believe will be very good for you. ” I had totally forgotten this prediction until I listened to the tape. How could this be? It really did come to pass, in a biggggg way! It was such an incredible discovery. My takeaway is that when it comes to psychic or astrology readings ( which often include channeled material) , the timelines don’t always line up, but that doesn’t mean the information is irrelevant. He did not go into much detail, but he was specific about a synagogue and a congregation.

 

 

Last Call

Near the end of my packing it dawned on me that I discarded some things I meant to keep. I also concluded that while unpacking, I threw away by mistake some items that I had brought with me. One was the drumstick belonging to a drum that was a gift from a dear friend. I was sad to admit it was gone. So was a beloved book on before – life planning. However, the book can be replaced. The other items I discarded while packing are sentimental and irreplaceable. One of those was an astrology reading done for me by Buzz Myers.  Buzz was a mystic who happened to be an astrologer.  He passed away many years ago. He didn’t write books but lectured often and recorded many cassette tapes on predictions. I was in awe of his talent and was so excited to be read by him. In any case, that material is gone. It really upset me to realize I had nothing left from him.

However after I moved I had a cleaning service come to do a thorough once over of the apartment. The next week I was back there packing and transporting a few belongings that I wanted to handle personally. The cleaners left behind some items that apparently I didn’t see hidden away in the closets, etc.  On a shelf was left for me a cassette tape. It was from Buzz Myers! While it was not a tape of my reading, it was a classic prediction tape. Although I decided I no longer needed cassette tapes, I made an exception and took this one with me to my new home.

 

 

As someone who tends to have noticed jewelry that had gone missing in my bedroom over the years, I expected to see a few earrings or such remaining after all the furniture was removed. Perhaps the elementals gathered them up because nothing was behind the dresser or under the bed. And yet, Buzz’s tape and an important reading from Robert remained. I do not believe in accidents or random occurrences. I do believe that we always have what we need, even when we don’t believe we do. I have no desire to go through any of  the manila folders or old journals at this time. I have been grooving to some records though, feeling rejuvenated by this energy. I have a tendency to use a few things all the time and leave the rest alone. I do not know why I am like this, but it has been a habit. Maybe I will learn to diversify a bit more. After all, we live in fuzzy times and they require both innovation and adaptation.

 

A footnote of sorts :  I included some images from 2013 and 2014 in this post. It seemed fitting to incorporate some relics into the mix.