OK, so I reluctantly admit that I copied the following into a notebook the other day (a Capricorn trait I believe – in a room of people they are apparently the ones scribbling).
“Life will give you whatever you experience is the most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness. How do you know this is the experience you need? Because this is the experience you are having at the moment.” (E. Tolle)
Yeah? Great. It bloody well it better be, because I am four days drive away from home on a long empty road and my current life experience is a crap motor vehicle in intensive care for yet more major surgery. Lets hope it works for the trip home and that all the bits hold together in place.
I read once in a mind/body hippy book that external manifestations such as vehicle problems reflect similar dysfunctions in your life or bodily health: Battery – look at your energy levels etc. Failed brakes? – ooh dunno. Life barreling out of control? Or something?
Well mine has blown its multiply-repaired top in a big-time prissy, hysterical blue-faced fit of funk. Clunk. Thrown its toys out the cot. Again. Shew. Should I be thinking my whole body system is going on the serial blink? It seems OK to me.
Down in the depths in the whole abdominal area of this mechanical (maniacal) sulk-pot, under the head gasket delves the lovely Simon - into the blood soaked pistons (again) more rings (again), injectors, clamps, sutures, burst blood vessels – timing belts (again) and the surgeon is again trusted again and more time is spent waiting it out. And money?? Do I even want to think about it? Am I pacing? Do I give a toss?
Well hell no. Why should I when apparently my consciousness is evolving. Super duper.
This is where I am
Although there is yet another $2500 in mechanic bills, missing deadlines with publisher (only a raptor guide, sorry), getting late with appointments with self in studio, a safari to take in early May ... who cares? My head is deep into terra firma and I have a close up view of sparkly, granity microscopic sand particles.
And rather loving it.
Because ... here I am with some of my best ever loving mates that I hardly get a chance to see, riding horses through the open savannah under the startlingly beautiful Mount Meru, walking home at night enveloped by twinkling stars after exchanging whiskey-sipped warm confidences, watching the mist wrap around the Maasi Steppes every evening and listening to Miranda singing sweet melodious Zambian songs which always stop the baby from crying.
Mind you, I know what I would do if I had comprehensive insurance and a box of matches.
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haha, perhaps your headbeams are not working either, which would explain the head in the sand (can't see one way or the other).
ReplyDeletei think head in the sand is a very good idea, what you can't see can't bother you right? it has worked for me for many years!
(still crossing my fingers that the mechanic is a magician and your car will be fine!)
Ignorance is bliss, sometimes. Hoping your car discovers the joys of life, and that it's better to be riding free on the road than be stuck for company with a car mechanic.
ReplyDeleteMy vehicle is my trusty steed which I cannot live without (Am terrified of the mammal version!)
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping it's the Magician Mechanic and not Simple Simon
Lori - yes quite - very funny I must check my headlights. Good thinking.
ReplyDeleteAnil P - Quite true - I agree ignorance is bliss often, although I am at least finding time to read a book while I am immobile - like your commuters, although not a Dan Browne! Thanks for the tip - I will remind my car that I am much better company than a mechanic.
Janet - Yes. lets hope Simon is as you say...ha ha. Thanks
Not Dan Browne for me, either! Do you remember we also had a Pajero (Janet`s car is one, too, by the way!)? And when after 15 years the floor under my feet had rusted through so that the technical proof bureaucrats would not NOT let it pass its exams anymore, we sold it to am man in Estland who somehow was or found a magician mechanic who vodoo-healed it. Now the man`s father is STILL driving it happily over the land of the Estland. This shows you there IS hope.
ReplyDeleteAnd the delay was only a break to let you have all these wonderful experiences!
bloody funny, pamu! i for one, am so glad your car broke down so i get to see LOTS of you...! xxx j
ReplyDeleteMany many worse places to be - keep that head in the sand!
ReplyDeleteJanelle - me too - thanks hey
ReplyDeleteMud - yr so right - thanks - no chance of raising the head - no way
Ha, good to have you here ostrich lady
ReplyDeleteOh Miranda thank you me too - I just love it
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